Title: Insomnia Author: Vell Summary- Kathryn's suffering from a case of insomnia and someone comes to her rescue. Can you guess who? This story was inspired by my own bout with the evil villian "Insomnia". Rating- PG |
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Legal Stuff- Ehheh, (dribble, dribble, dribble) The mighty Paramount owns Voyager (heh heh heh). The great Sarah McLaughlin owns the song Angel. Thy humble servant simply owns the story. I'VE DONE IT MASTER, I'VE DONE IT! Oops, sorry my hunchback got the better of me. (Don't even try to understand). | |||||||
An apology- People, I'm really sorry. I've been up for way too long, and this story probably makes no sense what so ever. I wrote it at four o'clock in the morning, so, needless to say, I'm a little (only this much) slap-happy. Nevertheless, I would enjoy feedback, flames or praise, however, I believe it will be more of the former than the latter. Now, on with the show. | |||||||
THUD... "What the....?" THUD... "What on earth is that?" THUD... It sounded like it was coming fromjust behind the wall. THUD... "What is she doing?" THUD... "At that Tom rang the door chime. THUD... No answer. THUD... He rang the chime a second time (Heeey, I'm a poet and didn't know it, hee hee hee). THUD... Still no answer. "KATHRYN," Tom called out trying to get her attention. There was still no answer, however, this time there was no residual THUD. "KATHRYN, ARE YOU-- *WHOOSH*" the doors opened and Tom stopped yelling when he saw Kathryn standing in front of him, "in there?" "Sorry, Tom, I didn't hear you," Kathryn said rubbing her forehead. "What were you doing?" He asked trying to stifle a giggle. This time it was Kathryn who had to try not to laugh, she knew that it was ridiculous, but she was at her wits end. "I was beating my head against the wall." "WHAT! WHY?!" Tom asked, futily trying to stifle yet another giggle but failing miserably. "I was trying to knock myself out," Kathryn confessed. "Again, I ask, WHY?" "Cuz, I can't sleep," Kathryn said plopping down in her favorite chair as she whined. "I...see..., well, then, why don't you just get something from Doc?" Tom asked bewildered. " They don't really work for me. My body fights them off somehow, it runs in my family," Kathryn answered seriously. "Would you like some help getting to sleep?" Tom asked just as seriously. "Oh, Tom, at this point I'll try anything," Kathryn pleaded. "Okay, then, come on," Tom said as he took Kathryn's hand and lead her into her bedroom. Once in the bedroom he tucked Kathryn in snuggly, and lowered the lights. After bringing a chair to the edge of her bed he took one of her hand in his own mascquline hand and ran his other hand over her soft auburn hair. "Now, close your eyes." "Okay," Kathryn obeyed. "This is a song that my mother used to sing to me when I couldn't sleep." These were the words that Tom began to sing: |
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Spend all your time waiting For that second chance For a break that would make it okay There's always some reason To feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction Or, a beautiful release Memories seep from my veins Let me be empty O, and weightless then maybe i'll find some peace tonight In the arms of the Angel Far away from here From this dark cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear You were pulled from the wreckage Of your silent revelry You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here So tired of the straight line And everywhere you turn There's vultures and thieves at your back The storm keeps on twisting You keep on building the lies That you make up for all that you lack It don't make no difference Escaping one last time It's easier to believe In this sweet madness Or, this glorious sadness Which brings me to my knees In the arms of the angel Far away from here From this dark cold hotel room And the endlessnes that you fear You were pulled from the wreckage Of your silent revelry You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here. |
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"It never fails," Tom commended himself silently as he stood up and walked out of the Captains quarters. | |||||||
To Be Continued... | |||||||
So, how did you like my story. If you want to give me feed back e-mail me at velliana@yahoo.com, or if you're on yahoo you can IM (instant message) me. And please if you have anything to contribute please let me know. | |||||||
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