Call upon the flowers.

Posted on Sun Jul 13th, 2025 @ 6:39pm by Lieutenant Bianca Donati

739 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Let That Be Your Last
Location: Corridor.

There there were things to move out of their old quarters, and into the new one that they'd chosen. There was no little bit of frustration in the beautiful doctor as she recalled that her partner would still not touch her, even after the injuries have been healed. Bianca herself had not yet been back to the quarters she shared with Sam...not that she saw much of Sam who was steadfastly avoiding her.

Currently, Bianca was headed to the quarters in question with an anti-gravity box, to get some of the more fragile items in her personal collection.

She would have been more surprised by the reaction she had if she'd noticed she was having it before she was too far gone to control her emotion. Her heartbeat began to race as she held her breath without her own conscious control. Faster and faster until she couldn't think, she wanted to run, hide but she was rooted to the spot. A tightening in her chest increased the sensation until she could but gasp in a breath while the edges of her vision pulsed and shimmered.

Every step down the corridor dragged at her legs, like there was lead weights in her boots. Step by trembling step she moved the door until the number on it burned its way into her eyes.

The number itself was inconsequential, but it triggered a cascade of images in her mind's eye.

Rage filled incoherent blue eyes bore into her like a blade. They cut deeply and invisibly as that voice spewed hatred that only she could hear.

Biancas fists were clenched so tightly that her fingers were going numb. White fingers, matched lips and a face gone pale with a reaction she couldn't possibly control. She didn't realize that she taken three steps backwards until her shoulder blades impacted the bulkhead from across the hallway. Frozen in a spiral that was now outside for control Bianca simply shivered in reaction as the edges of her vision throbbed with each rapid beat of her heart. Glitter spell like a curtain over her vision and even when her eyes closed she couldn't stop the flow of images.

No, please ....you don't mean that ...

How long she stood there hyperventilating at the doorway she was unsure. She'd been so trapped by the memories and the sheer panic that she had no sense of the passage of time. The next thing she knew someone was touching her. That touch on her elbow shocked her almost as much as the world turning upside down would have. Enough that she smacked her head on the wall behind her.

A yelp escaped her lips, now tingling as blood flushed back into her white face. Her eyes came flying open to look at an equally startled man in deep blue with a tiny Hermes on his breast pocket. Biancas eyes focused on the tiny god symbol for a long moment before she breathed again. The man held flowers in his hands, a tasteful little vase, exactly what she admired when she looked at said flowers.

He clearly been repeating himself multiple times from the look of concern on his young face.

"Huh?"

"Are you alright Miss?"

She nodded absently, eyes still focused on the bright bouquet. Bright . White, magenta and was that orange hidden in the deep green leaves? It was. Beautiful. Fragrant. Sweet.

"Are you sure?". His young voice brought her back to some semblance of reality.

"Aye....I'm fine. Just having a moment ". She shoved the reaction down, not wanting the child to see her begin to weep. No one could ever view her weakness again, it was no wonder that Sam no longer wanted to touch her, broken as she was. "Who are you looking for?"

"Dr. Donati."

Of course he is looking for you, and finds you like this, you completely worthless piece of... Biancas fists clenched hard stopping that spiral as she dug nails into a palm so hard blood was pricked in their indentations. "that's me ".

"Thumbprint on the PADD please ma'am.".

Obediently she pressed her thumb to the PADD and it bleeped. He handed her the vase and scampered away to do his next delivery. There wasn't a note, but Bianca didn't need one. She knew they were from her lover. They were too beautiful and too perfect for her not to be.

I miss you Sam...

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