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Regrets

Author - Estelle | Genre - Angst | Genre - Drabble | Genre - Friendship | Main Story | R | Rating - PG
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Regrets

By Estelle

Rating: PG

Author's Notes: Author has nothing to say at the moment. LOL!

Beta: Karri.

Feedback: Constructive criticisms will be kept close to the heart, and flames will be used to power the phase cannons that I'll be aiming at you. LOL!

Spoilers: None.

Archive: Feel free to do so. But who in the sane mind would want to archive this? :D However, if you insist, just let me know where you're gonna stick it. :)

Disclaimer: Paramount owns the Star Trek universe. Nothing is mine except for the unconscious muse lying in the corner of my room. I did not obtain permission to use these characters and I’m not receiving money for this story. I merely take them out for a spin and will return them in one piece… more or less. *g*

Genre: Drabble/Friendship/Angst

Summary: Double Drabble: The regret of words unspoken. (Tucker-Archer friendship).

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"Get down!"

I drop to my knees and duck my head--not a moment too soon. I feel something whiz past my head. And then there is silence. The crossfire has ceased.

I lift my head and look to my right. The hostile alien lay in a motionless heap.

"Nice shooting," I call out to my crewmate as I push myself off the ground, but he does not reply. As I turn towards his direction, I find him on his knees, his hand pressing firmly against his side. I can see a dark stain spreading rapidly across his uniform. I scramble to my feet and rush to his side.

I manage to get him back to the cave and lay him down. Taking a bandage, I press it against the still bleeding wound.

"Stay with me..."

I pleaded to the injured man, but there is no response. I watch in dread as his eyes slip shut and his bloody hand falls limply to the ground. My chest constricts painfully at the thought that he may never wake again. I was planning to tell him that all is forgiven regarding the cogenitor incident, but now I may never have the chance…


-The End-

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Seven people have made comments

Could be either Archer or Trip, right? Cogenitor was an episode which drove a wedge between them I don't think they ever overcame.

That's for me to know and for you to find out. :D Do you really want to know? ;)

I think Trip's hurt and Jon is doing the pleading.

Excellent drabble!

I've heard of short stories but come on!! There has to be more. Please!

I'm working on the "more" part. LOL! But it's going sloooow... :P

In Trip's immortal words....."Well you CAN'T leave it there!!!! Good grief!!! LOL!

I like the mystery of not knowing. But, of course, I've got to guess. I don't know why Trip would need to forgive Archer for the cogenitor (other than "I forgive you for setting a poor example"), so I think it's Trip that's in trouble (again).