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Black Soul 2 - Chapter 5

Author - The One
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Black Soul 2

by The One

Disclaimers in Chapter 1

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Chapter Five

Jon couldn’t believe it. Trip was dead?! After leaving the mess hall Jon had gone to the storage room and watched as Ensign Cutler prepped Trip’s body for the return trip back to Sickbay.

At that moment, Jon couldn’t keep the tears back. They came rushing down his face. Jon turned away and went to his quarters.

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Trip walked with his dead body all the way back to Sickbay. He hadn’t known what to say when Phlox had pronounced him dead. Trip now stood in silence watching Ensign Cutler transfer him to the small “Morgue” and then back away. Trip looked at his face, a few scars from his childhood.

“So how does it feel?”

Trips head shot up to lock eyes with Konon.

“How does what feel?” Trip asked.

“Being dead,” Konon replied.

“I ain’t dead!” Trip nearly yelled.

“As long as you hold on to your guilt you are as good as dead.”

Trip looked at him totally confused.

“Wha?”

“I know that you think that I died because of the drugs that you gave me. That is not true. I died because of a drug overdose.”

Trip looked at the floor. “I know,” he said simply.

“Then why do you blame yourself?” Konon asked.

“Being alone wit ya in th’ shuttle made ma realize somethin’.” Trip said.

“Which was?” Konon asked again.

“I can neva really trust anyone. Fa years I trusted ya, but in th’ end ya tried ta kill ma!” Trip nearly sobbed.

“That craze was because of the drugs. If I hadn’t of been on drugs, none of this would have happened, Trip.”

Trip looked at Konon.

“You’re going to find that things happen to your friends, and not all of it will be your fault. Trip, you are a warm, caring person that I’m glad I got the opportunity to get to know.” Konon smiled at Trip and patted his shoulder.

“Thanks Konon. It’s jus…..” Trip hesitated.

“Just what?” Konon asked.

“I wish ya would of tol’ ma this before, because none of it matters now, ya still dead!”

“And you’re still alive!” Konon shot back.

“Meanin’?” Trip asked.

“Meaning you can still get on with your life if you stop beating yourself up over things you didn’t do.”

Konon shook Trip’s hand.

“I have to go now,” Konon said,
Trip nodded. “I understand.”

As Konon walked off he turned back to Trip.

“Trip, thanks for being my friend!”

Trip smiled as his friend’s spirit disappeared.

TBC


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