Anxiety
Author: Saidicam29
Characters: Sa, Am, and others
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Star Trek is owned by Paramount.or Viacom.I can't recall. Not me, either way.
Summary: As the title suggests, the inner thoughts and
feelings on an important day.
Note: T'Sia mentioned in her earlier story that we're
sort of working on writing short stories, rather than lengthy ones, and for
this one I was to write a short story in second person. I'm not thrilled
with this one, or with writing in second person at
all, but this is the result.
Thanks, as always, to Selek for betaing.
Anxiety
You take a deep breath, slowing releasing it as you
square your shoulders and straighten to your fullest height, hoping to exude
the calm and confidence you don't feel. Your appearance is immaculate –
you know this because you spent hours selecting just the right clothes and
meticulously performing your grooming then checking and rechecking the outcome
until you were assured nothing seemed out of place.
As you look out upon the room full of people you feel the tightening in your
gut again, the flutter of your heart doubling its pace and you swallow hard
against the lump forming in your throat. They are all waiting for you, to
see you, to hear your words. Nothing must go wrong, not today. This
is a monumental day, not just for you, but also history itself.
The time has come. With a practiced pace you enter the room and walk
towards the podium. Your presence attracts the attention of many, tidings
of well wishes from some. These go unacknowledged as you remain focused
on your destination, silently rehearsing your words as you've done every night
for the past week.
Ahead of you stands Judge Baumann, ready to perform the ceremony, and standing
before her, there he is. The mere sight of him calms you, and with a
proud lift of your chin you stride the rest of the way to take your place
beside him. When you approach the judge speaks to you, and you nod
briefly although you didn't hear a word she said over the whirl of thoughts racing
through your mind. She speaks aloud, calling the crowd to order to begin
the proceedings. You stand before her, perfectly still, waiting for your
part, impatient to get this over with, yet wanting to savour every moment.
Lost in your own thoughts, you suddenly become aware of a commotion from the
rear of the room and turn to look. Almost as one, the crowd turns as
well, many standing to get a better look at the spectacle. Your eyes scan
the room. Their excited murmurs are too hushed for you to discern the
words, and your perusal fails to enlighten you to their meaning. Then you
see her, standing in the back of the room, and while not unexpected, her
arrival causes all your anxieties to return. She hesitates, looking
around the room nervously, then she finds you, and with a look of fierce
determination, she enters the room. Every step that brings her closer
tightens the cage around your chest, and you fear you will lose consciousness
by the time she reaches you.
You glance to your left, and see he also watches her. Sensing your stare,
his eyes meet yours, but his face remains impassive, his thoughts blind to
you. Looking back, you see her course has remained true, her path leading
directly to you. You catch her gaze, staring hard into her eyes, desperate
to know what's in her mind. She stops before you, her eyes roam over your
length, and although illogical your heart stops in fear of her reaction. Does
she disapprove?
Then she smiles, and like a wave breaking upon the shore all your doubts and
worries come crashing down. A warmth spreads
throughout your body, and a sense of elation fills your mind. She takes
your left arm, slipping her right arm through it, and turns you both so your
backs are to the crowd, giving your attention to the judge. You feel her
squeeze your arm, and when you look at her, she is still smiling. She
leans closer, and you bend a little to hear her.
"I can't believe how calm you are. I'm so nervous I can't stop
shaking!"
You place your right hand over hers, squeezing it reassuringly. "Of
course," you say with complete equanimity, "I am Vulcan."
"Ladies and gentlemen," the judge begins. "We are here
today to witness the union between Ambassador Sarek, of Vulcan, and Amanda
Grayson, of Earth."
As the judge continues, you look back to your right where Soran still stands
beside you, and he nods his approval.
The End.