Posted by Lieutenant Luke Wyatt (Chief of Security) in Brig, The best laid plans
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Brig, The best laid plans
Being in the cell had been like being stuck in a dead zone with no sensors or communications. Even Alex letting her know about Blue had been a near missed opportunity and Faye hated not knowing what was happening outside the brig. But with no other choice and her only option to trust others to help her, she wasn’t going to let her own anxieties about the situation and distrust of this man stop her from playing ball where she needed to. “How generous of you.”
Reaching out with her delicate fingers, she plucked the hairpin from his hand, her eyes fixed on him. Reaching her hands behind her she lifted and twisted her single braid against the back of her head and wove the hairpin through it securely. “Anything else?” she said, her tone softening ever so slightly.
~Faye Calloway, Prisoner
“I meant what I said before about you being able to trust me and how perhaps I got a little carried away trying to apprehend you. I didn’t want to be bested by someone quiet so. .. Intelligent.” He rolled the word, he wanted her to know that he knew, “The captain briefed me on what’s happening, ” He let it linger betwen them for a moment before adding, “With your potential transfer, I just hope wherever you are going it’s calm seas and blue… Skies.” Maybe he was being over cautious, or maybe his methods were justified given the nature of Fayes background and Mr Blues either way he just wanted to scream at her and ask why she didn’t trust him from the get go, maybe she didn’t but the captain did and so now she had to too.
Well then, she had wondered but she wasn’t sure how much or how little Alex was sharing with others. They all had to be exceptionally careful at the moment. Her revelations to Zef had been different, necessary. Anyone else was too risky at the moment. “Hope can be a dangerous thing,” she replied.
“One last thing” He revealed the recorder, “I found this helped me remember and get over my nightmares, press this button” Luke pressed the button and the little box began to whirl. “It’ll start recording onto the tape inside, it only has about a couple of hours worth so choose what you record carefully,” He looked straight into her eyes hoping she’d understand, “press this button to stop. And this button to rewind.” He did both showing her, “And finally this button to play the recording, when you want to recall your dreams.” He pressed play and his voice echoed.
She held out her hand palm up, but rolled her eyes. “Not sure I will ever want to remember my dreams, but sure, on that bright and beautiful day, I’ll be well equipped for that moment where I decide otherwise.” Yes, her tone was dry, and yes it was only half a ploy but the rest was sincere. Faye suspected he understood that all too well.
He handed her the device, “I hope to see you again soon, I won’t be there for the exchange but I’ll be monitoring it very closely. Maybe one day, we’ll see each other again.”He stepped back and smiled, the forcefield now seperating them again, “Perhaps I’ll even get that kiss” He winked brfore turning to leave, but stopping himself. He hoped they’d done enough to protect her.
-Lieutenant Luke Wyatt
The slight buzz of the forcefield returned and Faye shifted her hand behind her back casually in case the cameras went on again. She would tuck the device into her pillow in a moment, but right now she was staring at his retreating form. She almost tossed back something like ‘or maybe I’ll be dead’, but something in their banter had shifted and she wasn’t sure what it was. With Early it had been simple at first: they were enemies who respected each other’s abilities and pure loathing of the other. But Wyatt? She knew his file, and while she was pretty sure he still didn’t know all the things about her basic gossip would have revealed, she hadn’t quite figured him out. He was a puzzle, but she wasn’t sure trying to figure him out wasn’t akin to sticking her head into a blender. Probably just as enjoyable. “I’m a like a cat with nine lives Wyatt. I have an annoying habit of surviving. Just ask the Romulans. And the Cardassians.” And maybe that was her own form of hope at the moment.
~Faye Calloway, Prisoner
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