Posted by : Wendy B Monday, 26 October 2015


The assignment: write the same scene from the perspective of two different characters who have reunited after a separation. There is a third character involved off screen, and a misunderstanding between the two main characters that only becomes clear in viewing each PoV.

Sehr ran her fingers over the jagged wound across her lower abdomen. She'd almost bled out, sliced by the tail of one of those creatures as she'd run to Devin's aid. Why? She still couldn't figure it out. Every voice in her head screamed her to leave him behind. He would have done the same. Yet, Devin had been barely able to stand himself, bruised and bleeding, but somehow, he'd managed to fight off the last of the monsters and drag them both back to the ship.

Sehr remembered none of this. She remembered screaming Devin's name, clawing rain from her eyes, then the searing pain in her side. Then there was nothing, until she'd woken up to find Jenna stitching her back together. There was no morphine in the medikit. Jenna's voice was all Sehr had to get her through the pain. Now she stood in front of the mirror, examining the kid's handy work. Sehr would heal, but that scar would never truly let her leave that planet.

The door slid open and the lights went out.

Sehr froze, her breath caught in her throat.

"Still afraid of the dark?" came Devin's deep, husky voice. He illuminated the room just enough for Sehr to see his reflection move toward her. He was still limping and would be for a long time.

"You're still here, aren't you?" she replied. "Why wouldn't I be afraid?"

He came to a stop right behind her. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her shoulder. The heat of his body. He locked his gaze on hers in the mirror. "Would you prefer if I was gone?"

A shiver ran through her that she tried to hide behind a sneer. "I'm surprised you're still here at all."

"You didn't answer my question."

She didn't answer his question.

He chuckled. That low, rumbling growl that reminded her that he wasn't as human as he ought to be. Yet, as much as she feared him, his touch … did things to her…

He reached around her. She flinched, painfully aware that she was wearing nothing but her panties and the remnants of a flimsy tank top. She saw his smile in the mirror and the glint in his eyes. She steeled herself, ignoring her need for modesty as his fingers brushed her hips. His hand continued on to the counter before them and retrieved the small jar of ointment. She was still, save for the shivers each time his skin touched hers as he dressed the wound. She allowed him to raise her arm out from her side and stood stiffly as he wrapped the bandages around her. He finished the mending and reached around her once more to place everything back neatly on the counter. She waited for his next move, trying to keep her breathing steady. He didn't move. He simply watched her reflection. His eyes danced in reply to the confusion, apprehension, and anticipation growing in her.

"Thank you," she finally breathed.

He smiled. "You're welcome."


***

"Sehr's awake," Jenna said quietly. It was the first thing she'd said since she'd started dressing his wounds. He could practically taste her fear, but she didn't betray any of it. No shake in her hands. No quaver in her voice. Devin respected that. The kid would survive far more than this.

Devin nodded and pushed himself to his feet. She'd done a pretty good job for a kid with no medical training—she'd done a pretty good job through the whole damn mess on the planet—but she couldn't do anything for his limp. His right leg lagged as he made his way down the hall to Sehr's cabin.

He paused at the door. Sehr wouldn't want to see him. She hated everything about him. Yet she'd come back for him when she could have left him for dead. He didn't owe her anything for it. They'd saved each other in the end. And that's really all it's about out here. Surviving. Any way you can.

He pressed the button and watched the door slide open. Light flooded from Sehr's cabin, almost bringing him to tears. "Lights," he muttered, and the system obeyed. He blinked till his vision cleared enough to find the console on the wall. He pushed the button to illuminate the room to a level his perpetual nightvision could handle.

His eyes settled on Sehr, watching him from the reflection in the mirror. He could taste her fear too, but unlike Jenna, Sehr didn't or couldn't hide it. "Still afraid of the dark?" he asked.

"You're still here, aren't you?" she replied. "Why wouldn't I be afraid?"

He came to a stop right behind her. A trickle of sweat made its way down her spine. He watched it, tempted to follow its path with a finger. He raised his eyes to meet hers. "Would you prefer if I was gone?"

"I'm surprised you're still here at all," she snapped.

"You didn't answer my question."

He chuckled at her stubborn silence. He hadn't expected an answer. He liked her defiance. It amused him. But it didn't impress him. They still had a long way to go and she wasn't going to get far if she didn't decide what it was she wanted from him. What he should do is drop her off at the next space station. Jenna could stay. She was useful and nowhere else to go.

Devin reached around her and grabbed the jar of ointment. She flinched when his fingers brushed her hips, and held her breath as she applied the salve and bandages, letting him move her arms around as needed. Jenna had sewn up the gash in Sehr's stomach well. Yes. Jenna could stay, he thought as he set everything back down on the counter.

He caught Sehr's gaze in the mirror again. She was watching him. Expecting something from him. He raised an eyebrow, deciding if he should give her a chance to prove that she could be useful. She'd saved his life. Or tried to at least. That was something. But it wasn't enough to make Devin trust her not to turn him in when they got back to federation space.

"Thank you," she finally breathed.

He smiled. "You're welcome."

Gratitude. That was something he didn't get often, but it wasn't enough to change his mind. He'd set a course for the nearest space station and drop her off. She could find her own way from there.

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