Child of Dreams
You're everything my dreams have seen. But, what are dreams?
I'm walking where my dreams have been. But, what are dreams?
Can I believe these spells I feel? I'm wary now.
Can I believe, or is this real? I'm wary now.
Just like some new-born creature, I. What are dreams?
A child in need of love and care. Tell me what, tell me what, are dreams?Dreams by Enya
Chapter 8
His eyes snapped open, then quickly closed as the bright lights of sickbay blinded him. Groaning, he sat up. “I need to go back to my children.”
“Alright.” T’Pol gently rested a hand on his shoulder, waiting until he looked up to speak again. “How are you feeling?”
“Lost, confused.” He glanced around. “What happened?”
“The stress was too much for you. You fainted.”
“I see. How long was I out?”
“About an hour. The doctor finished his scans. You have some bumps and bruises still, but are healing well. Do you have any idea how you came to have lash marks on your back?”
Archer flexed his shoulders as if the very thought made them hurt. “I have no memory of the beating. Hahn Leyna believes we were held in the Hahnati prisons. They are known for their use of the whip. My Meyah was beaten also.” He stood slowly and stretched. “How long before we can return to the planet?”
T’Pol studied him for a long moment before responding. “I contacted the Ministry of Hahnai while you were out, and notified them of your return. They have been helping us search for you. They have given us permission to return to the Temple of Hahnala in a shuttlecraft. It will take a little longer than the transporter, but is also safer considering the random storms that cover the area. Commander Tucker has already enhanced the shielding and is making sure it is supplied. We should be able to leave soon. I think we should keep the away team small, just the two of us.”
“I don’t want to frighten the children with too many people.” He glanced at her. “You can fly the shuttle?”
“Yes. So can you once your memory comes back.”
He blinked. “Really?” At her nod, he offered a ghost of a smile. “That might be something to see. I think I would like to fly a ship.”
“You have done so many times.”
He walked around the room, taking a moment to touch a panel or study a screen. “Any idea why my memory is gone? How long it will take to get it back?”
“Dr. Phlox thinks it is simply a combination of stress and trauma. It is logical to believe you will regain your memory as time progresses and you are exposed to things that are familiar.”
“I remember you.” He gave her a half-smile. “Obviously not the way I thought I did though. Why do you suppose that is?”
She tipped her head to the side, considering her words. “We have known each other for a very long time and I like to think those years are filled with friendship and understanding. There is no one on this ship I trust more than you.”
Someone you can trust...
Why do I dream of you?
Sometimes we just need someone we can trust...
His eyes locked with hers. “It’s interesting that despite everything, I do trust you.”
“Perhaps our bond of friendship is stronger than either of us thought.” She moved closer to the door, motioning him to follow. “Would you like to get some things from your quarters?”
He shook his head. “No. I really just want to get back to the children. The rest can wait a while longer.”
With a nod she guided him to the shuttle bay.