You took the fall for us pt IV; JDL Capt Neyes Cmdr Ivanova - PLOT

Posted on Sun Jul 20th, 2014 @ 6:22am by Admiral Rochelle Ivanova

1,280 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: In the Dark

She was Rochelle Andreevna Ivanova. The warrior. The woman who feared death, but not the act of dying, and she stood there battling to save him. Her fingers stretched to unsheathe the blades from his body as she held his gaze, taking them for what was to be her final act. She knew that the ill formed plan she intended to act upon was no guarantee that he would survive – but she had to – her hand and words stilled. In one pocket she found the cold leather band that had hidden the mark of the Atlantean crown on her wrist. It was wet and sticky with his blood as she retrieved it and held it up in her free hand. He’d taken it from his bed scant days before, the night that she’d been taken. Her heart broke then, lamenting for what should have been and what was and that which would be lost the moment it stopped beating. Those defiant, beautiful eyes welled, allowing a single tear to trace a path along her bloodied cheek.

The wind caught her hair then in yet another violent gust, sending it out on the updraft as she looked at the item in her hand and then back to the Trill’s blood speckled face. It twisted and licked the sky like tangled flame and they stood there, silent, three feet from the edge of a cliff overlooking salvation with no hope of ever reaching it. She, the fire kissed angel of death who should have died so many times before and stood with a blade in one hand and her secrets in the other and he who’d braved Hell to rescue her, the unyielding, unrelenting titan, stood there while the frozen world reached out to deal them their final crushing blow.

He slowly touched her face, brushing aside her tears with a patience like they were the only people in the world. His eyes bore into hers, saying words he could never say aloud, but meaning them all the same. A smile broke his dirtied features, casting out the pain and the sadness, banishing thoughts of the approaching horde at their back. For just a moment, looking into her eyes was all he needed to be at peace. Landon could see the happiest of his memories, as they were etched into the delicate lines of her beautiful face, printed with uninhibited pride for all the world to see.

"I won't leave you." He said again, just as before.

It was then he kissed her.

The hand at her cheek pulled her close, and their lips touched. A desperate, loving kiss filled with as much ache as happiness for what they shared. Both their love, and their doom, stared down in a moment of passion. His body was relaxed and confident, so were the hands that held her close.

Rochelle’s heart threatened to explode and knees threatened to drop her to the frozen loam beneath their feet – but her body pressed it’s tired self against the Captain’s, molding her intricate curves to his as he kissed her. His lips burned her, searing a path straight to her soul that forced her long lashes to flutter closed, shedding further tears from her troubled eyes. The heat, the fire, the intrepid way he held cradled her to him, all of it reached a crescendo that set the world spinning faster and she succumbed with a whimper. Her life, what was left of it, begged him closer, begging the nightmare to end and release them home in the comforts of their quarters far away from the pain and bloodshed, far away from the shock… Far away from the death that await them just as they’d finally tasted life.

He was beautiful, her gallant Captain, holding her with the confidence she’d only ever dreamed he’d have. He dared not control or manipulate her, but he’d claimed her, branding her soul with the passion they both so desperately yearned to release. He asked of her things she never thought possible to give, but Rochelle gave him her very essence in return. Her everything. Her all. Her dreams.

This was tragedy. Sweet. Beautiful. Unadulterated tragedy.

The miners paused their forward motion for half a stoic second, confused by the sudden turn of events and the tenderness of the scene their frozen Hell had lay out for them. It didn’t make sense, such beauty brought to the surface in a time of such great pain as they watched the dying pair.

The fire branded woman touched his face, returning the kiss that stole her breath away, letting the fingers that held that little leather band trace over his cheek and temple until they soothed down his neck, the pulse racing beneath their touch as they passed over the great life vein to be found there. Landon Neyes had been her dream, one she’d refused to acknowledge or allow purchase over her soul until then. She gave herself to him freely, unabashedly, in those final moments before their certain death. The blades dropped from her other hand, clattering as they hit one another and landed in the snow.

He wouldn’t leave her.

She couldn’t make him go.

Star crossed in every sense of the phrase.

They parted only enough for her to breathe, her eyes not daring to open to witness their bleak reality once again. “I love you.” Rochelle deigned to whisper against his mouth where the coming blizzard couldn’t steal her forbidden words away. This man, the strength and cunning of him, had played her hand, forced it beyond the point of respect. They’d denied themselves to the point of pain. It could wait no longer. She’d flung wide the prison door – but it was too late now. The gaping hole in her thigh throbbed, her body shook, and darkness advanced further upon her and still she mentally pushed at him, willing him to let her fall to the vultures that once again started their advance, to try and save himself. A jagged breath, heavy with emotion, passed through her lips when at long last she was finally able to muster the courage to open her eyes again, to witness him at the finest, and yet worst, moment.

Their defining moment.

A hazy blur of anger and violence charged at them, but lost in their own moment the two barely noticed. Landon's eyes moved to the side for a moment. There was no out now. Destiny closed in on them, second after second. In all of his time and memory Landon had never really felt like death was as close to him as it was now. His breathing was shallow, and each motion was a battle in an of itself. Maybe it was the disappointment, or the sudden fulfillment in their final moments. He had wanted to see this woman for as long as they'd served together, but it had been off limits, a mistake and forbidden trespass. Now she was within his reach, and he knew it would only be this brief.

The lifeblood in his veins was draining away. At the current rate, he was going to lose consciousness before Rochelle would.

Landon could see it in her expression. The fire in her heart never wavered to him. He sighed a release of his ability to protect his symbiont any longer. Perhaps Neyes would make it, as they often did, nestled inside their protective host. This was it.

He knew.

She knew.


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to be continued...

Captain Landon Neyes
Commanding Officer
USS VINDICATOR

Commander Rochelle Ivanova
Executive Officer
USS VINDICATOR

 

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