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2374; "The Regal 'Accident'"

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Apr. 2nd, 2006 | 08:19 pm
posted by: theodonnells in en_fanfic

This is a fanfic about the shuttle accident that Colleen's parents were involved in, told from their perspective.

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from: theodonnells
date: Apr. 2nd, 2006 11:44 pm (UTC)
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After a few hours, Admiral Solon came in and told her that she could make the transmission to Colleen now. She knew Patrick wouldn’t mind if she wasn’t there when he woke up because she was on subspace with Colleen. And the nurse had told her that Patrick might not wake up for a few more days.

When she told her daughter what had happened, Colleen was shocked.
“Why do I have to stay here? I should be with you and Dad. Are you okay?” she had asked.

“I’m fine. Stay there. I only get a certain amount of time, that’s what they told us. We have to stay at HQ just until…I don’t know. I don’t even know what’s going on. We lost the design, obviously. The design was in the Regal.” She couldn’t tell Colleen about Section 31. Not over subspace. She hadn’t told Colleen the true nature of her brother’s death, and now was not the time.

Colleen looked like she was withholding some information too.
“Mom, everything will be okay,” her daughter said finally. “I’ll contact you soon. Or you contact me, whatever comes first. And everything will be okay. Call me when Dad wakes up. You can do the design over again. You remember it, I know you do.”

She was trying her hardest to make her mother feel better, Erin realized. “I do, but honey they…” Admiral Solon motioned for her to cut the transmission as he looked at his chronometer. “I think my time’s up. Yes, it is. I love you, Colleen. Don’t come here. Stay there.”

“I love you too, Mom. Night.”

She cut off the transmission, and returned to Patrick’s side.

***

Four days later, while Erin sat faithfully by his side, holding his still bandaged hand and talking to him, his eyes slid open and he saw her, and smiled. “Oh thank God you’re all right,” he said weakly.

She couldn’t have been more thrilled. He remembered her, and obviously the crash as well. Which indicated that he might just remember *everything*. She took care not to squeeze his hand too hard, and she kissed him on the forehead.
“I was so worried,” she said, starting to cry tears of relief.

“Come on now,” he said with a smile, “I’m not that much fun to have around.”

He was always one to joke at times when they both knew everything was going to be okay. Seeing her here, by his side, had convinced him that everything must be okay now.

They took a few moments to hug, and just look at each other, both very glad to have the other alive. Finally, Patrick looked at his electronic bandages, and down at his leg that seemed to him to still be intact but felt…very strange.

Before Erin could tell him the extent of his injuries, a doctor came in and began to examine him. The doctor asked him cognitive questions, testing his mental capabilities, and exclaimed that it was miraculous that he remembered everything to such detail. He told him the news about his leg, and that he would need to see a physical therapist probably for a few months, but should be able to walk without crutches in one to two months.

He was stunned, and didn’t know what to say. All he could get out was,
“Will I be able to skate?”

“Ice skate? As in hockey?” The doctor asked.

“Yes,” Patrick responded, smiling a bit lop-sided.

“Definitely. In a few months. *If* you work with the physical therapist.” The doctor smiled at Erin, and said, “I’ll leave you two alone. We’ll be able to take the electronic bandages off by tonight. Your burns should be healed completely. But no subspace, and only Mrs. O’Donnell as a visitor. May I say you’re very lucky, Mr. O’Donnell.”

Patrick nodded solemnly. “I know,” he said.

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