Destination Phoenix Nebula (Key-Tokki & Gatichan)

[Key-Tokki]

Ishmeal cried out when he felt the lazer peirce him, everything seemed to freeze for a moment in time, a singular moment in time, and everythin became clear. He hit the ground face first, nad laughed softly as he didn't even bother holding his chest to try and stop the bleeding, he knew how this would end, and he could no longer feel his fingers even if he wanted to move. The way the doors closed, he knew who it was. Nathaniel, had he known who he was and still helped in his capture? Was he picking Ethan over him? It didn't matter now and he knew it, he was going to die and he deserved it. He remembered the first time he bet the dorky techie, he had been so quiet, so sheltered, at first he just found him annoying but over time he had bonded with the other. Whenever anyone upset him, he felt like he should end them. So how did it get to this, no more than an hour ago he had had his fingers around the others neck, ready to rip the life from him. A slow smile spread over his face, it was better this happened. He wouldn't have to hurt anyone, like nathaniel, and this way Nathaniel wouldn't have to watch him die, or become a murderer. This was a good thing, his mind repeated. He let his hand drop from his chest, covered in blood and looked straight up at Ethan, the man who had been holding Nathaniel so familiarly earlier. It was this man who he would trust, he began to speak but blood came out, clearing hsi throat he laned his head back and looked over at Ethan and spoke, in a raspy voice. "Macer will kill you, you know. He thinks what he is doing is right, and he has followers again. Insanity is contagous they say." His face softened a bit as he continued, "Nathan likes hot coco, and watching the stars go by, he likes to be close to someone though he won't admit it. Remember that, he's in the computer main frame room, he was controlling the doors. Take care of him, please. Do it in my stead." He murmured softly, his eyes going droopy from the blood loss, and a coment later, Ishmeal was gone. His soul departed his body and his pupils went large and fuzzy. He was dead, and would never animate again. "If this is Nathaniels friend, do you think he could be in on all this?" One of the guards asked, looking to Ethan.

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[Gatichan]

“You mean this asshole was actually a friend of that technician!?” Mark gaped, trying to pull Ethan back when the psychologist made to kneel down to see if he could help Ishmael, but Ethan twisted free. “I don’t understand,” he admitted as he tried to figure out where to start peeling away the damaged cloth. “Why are you doing this? I thought you were Nathaniel’s friend!” he exclaimed, but then stilled when the wounded man began to speak. And there in his eyes Ethan saw that Ishmael would die. Yet still, when the other stopped speaking and went limp, Ethan reached over and began to perform a heart massage, desperately trying to bring Ishmael back, not for his sake, but for Nathaniel. He didn’t want to think what his death would do to the technician who had taken a firm place inside his heart. But eventually Mark placed a hand on his shoulder. “Stop it, Ethan. He’s dead- there’s nothing more you can do about him,” he said quietly.

 

Ethan stood up, feeling his eyes pricking. Go in peace. He hadn’t wanted this- this had been exactly what he’d been afraid of. Ishmael’s parting words hadn’t sounded promising. There was more danger on the ship and it sounded as if it would take longer for them to squash Macer’s evilness. “Sir!” one of the guards attracted Ethan’s attention as his colleague ordered a droid to come and remove the dead body. “Should we head up to the Computer Main Frame Room? We’re the closest unit to it.” Ethan’s eyes widened- Nathaniel! Nodding, he sped off, laser gun at the ready. Down and out the canteen, up some emergency stairs and then, out onto the floor where his office was. “Oh no…” Ethan gulped, seeing the dead body of a guard at the door and fearing the worst- that had to be the guard Francis had spoken about. Jumping over him and leaving the guard with him to check on the man, Ethan let out a shout when he found Nathaniel. “Nathan!” he cried out, using the name that Ishmael had as he turned the technician around, his fingers desperately reaching for Nathaniel’s neck and feeling for a pulse.

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[Key-Tokki]

Nathaniel felt himself sturred slightly but could no little more than groan as he felt his pounding head spin around. He felt cool, familar fingers press themselves to his neck and shifted, opening his eyes a bit and closing them immediatly, there was not much light but it still made his horrible head ache even worse. Then it registered that he was being hold up slightly by someone, and the last thing he remembered he was being smashed into a monitor, so he quickly tore his eyes open and shoved himself out of whoevers grasp he was in. Pressing himself opposite of where the other was kneeling he looked for something to defend himself then, but when his vision cleared and he saw Ethans worried face swim into view releive rushed over him. Without a second thought he wrapped his arms around the others neck and hugged him tighter than he had ever hugged anyone before. He felt something slick and wet against his cheek and leaned back a bit, gasping softly as he saw the blood that had soaked itself into Ethans hair, reaching up Nathaniel touched the blood on his cheek that had come from the others head. Looking down on it he frowned softly before taking Ethans head and tilting it to the side to look at it slowly. "You need to get this checked out, it looks bad.

 

Well not bad you look fine, but it looked painful and there is so much blood." He murmured out, he haad a bit of blood of his own from where his head had hit the monitor but no where near the amount of the other. "You aren't hurt anywhere else are you?" Leaning back he made sure to look over Ethan. However he had gone through so much today, he got woozy and fall back a bit, pulling Ethan with him in a clumsy accident that ended with the other laying ontop of him once again. Causing a guard in the door way to clear his throat, to which brought back the memory of what happened to Nathaniel. Eyes wide he quickly pushed himself up, and shook the other, "I think I need to go see someone." Using Ethans shoulders he pushed himself up, however quickly slide back down, using Ethan for support as he rested his spinning head against the psychiatrists shoulder. The pounding in his head caused him to close his eyes tightly, holding a hand to his cheek he felt that it was hot. He needed to sleep, needed to just stop for the day. His entire existence revolved around being quiet, unseen, never ran, never did anything so adventurous. For just a second it flashed in his head, that he could just relax in Ethans arms, and just stop. But he needed to see someone, he had to find Ishmeal and ask him what the hell was going on. Had he been the one to shoot at them earlier, if so, why would he try and hurt him like that? He settled for a simple, murmur in Ethans ear, despite all he wanted to say, "I was really worried, i'm happy you are alright." Then it hit him that Ishmeal may have been the one to do that to Ethans ear, making him seeth in anger at someone he thought could be his best friend.

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[Gatichan]

Nathaniel at first didn’t respond and Ethan, even though he guessed that it was dangerous, tried to shake him a little bit. He could feel a pulse, so he knew that Nathaniel wasn’t dead, which was what he had feared most. When the technician suddenly came to, Ethan’s face lit up with joy, but he was shoved away forcefully and stumbled. “Nathaniel!” he protested, straightening himself and then raising his arms to show that he wasn’t dangerous. It took a moment, but then the technician recognized him and embraced him properly, for the first time, Ethan reciprocated the hug, leaning his head against Nathaniel’s. “I’m okay, really,” he protested when the technician saw the blood that was still dripping down his neck and commented that Ethan needed medical attention. “There’s no time for that yet. I can hear, so that’s all that I need. Nathaniel, I’m so sorry, but it was Ishmael- he was the one who shot at us and…David Macer seems to have poisoned a few more people on the Praxiteles with his sick ideas. You aren’t safe here at all- I’m going to have to take you to the bridge with the Captain- that’s the safest place onboard at the moment. I don’t want Macer to get to you and hurt you,” he said, touching the technician’s cheek tenderly. It was then that Nathaniel lost his balance and with a sharp intake of breath, Ethan fell forward, finding himself laying on top of the technician.

 

It was probably the worst time in the world to realize that he probably had deeper feelings than only worry for the technician’s health. Laying there, noticing only then that Nathaniel was also bleeding, with a dead guard half inside the room, another guard coughing to remind Ethan that he was there, the fact that he’d just been shot at and Nathaniel had lost his only friend- it was all Ethan could do to get up again and help Nathaniel as well without pulling the technician closer. The ridiculous, totally insane urge to kiss the younger man overcame him and for a wild couple of heartbeats, the psychologist was really considering this option, but then reality and sanity kicked back in: this was neither the time nor place for romance. Shaking his head to clear himself of such stupid ideas, he cupped his left hand around Nathaniel’s neck. “Nathan, I’m sorry, but Ishmael is dead,” he dropped the bomb in his softest voice that he could, his eyes compassionate. “I’m afraid he was the one who shot at us. And even though he didn’t tell us why he was doing that, in his last moments before dying, he was thinking about you. He also knew where to find you and that’s why I’m here. But now, we really need to get you to the bridge,” he decided, turning around and pushing Nathaniel gently, yet firmly towards the guard. “Take him to the bridge now, please. I have to help the search for David Macer,” he decided, stepping back out into the passageway.

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[Key-Tokki]

Nathaniels entire world seemed to freeze when heard that Ishmeal really had shot at them, his best friend, the only one that had really been for him until Ethan came alone. He thought back to the last ship they had been on together, it had been Ishmeal and his goofy smile that had carried him to the clinic when he had the anxiety attack and collapsed when all those people were surrounding him. Tears stung the back of his eyes, he was no longer tired anymore, no longer in pain anymore, he was just numb. Why him? Why would he help someone as wicked as that man, He would never again see that grin again, never joke with him, never be able to run to him, or anything. For a second, just a split second he felt a deep, irational hatred towards the man who was currently holding him, he had killed his best friend. He had murdered Ishmeal, one of the nicest men he had ever met. Then once again it hit him that he was upset with the person who put there life on the line for him, who had protected him. Ishmeal had tried to shoot him, he would have been fine with ending his very short life.Quietly, without murmuring a word he pushed himself away from the other lightly, and followed the two guards that would be escorting him to the safest place, without a second glance towards Ethan. Biting his lower lip to distract himself from the tears he continued to walk, he wanted to hit something, someone, he was furious. However, just before reaching the cabin, a group of three people stepped into the hall, the guard to his right stepped forward and with his hand on his lazer, spoke in a gruff tone, "We are in a state of emergency, please return to your rooms." However the two stepped forward and without a second word, they had guns pointed at the two guards. "Ethan would kill us if we let the kid get hurt" Murmured one of them before they shoved Nathan to the side and opened fire. A gun toppled to the groun beside him, looking from it and abck to where it came from, he came fact to face with a David Macers, who sneered at him. In a split second, Nathaniel had run straight at the larger man, crying out in all the anger and hate he had, however the man side strepped and stuck out a leg causing the boy to go flying. He quickly stood up and turned to glare at the other, but before he could speak, Macers spoke, "My my how you have grown. You know, they killed Ishmeal. He was a good guy, really was, he considered you to be a good friend he did. Don't look at me like that, you don't want to hurt me, you want to hurt them. They ruin everything, they hurt people, like that psychiatrist, he messed around in your head, played with you, and it looks like he drugged you with hot coco and killed your best friend. It was him, take the gun, "He kicked the gun over to the smaller male, "Take this and kill the man who took your best friend, your self confidence, kill him." And with that he was gone, and like a boy, hypnotized, Nathaniel reached down, picked up the gun, and began looking for Ethan, he had no idea what he would do, but if ran into the other now, due to the serpants tongue, he would shoot him. He would take from Ethan everything that was taken from him, not a single tear drop fell from his eyes as he continued to stumble along. His eyes dropped slowly as he walked, he just wanted to drop down and go to bed, to forget, to wake up and none of this having happened. If Macer had just slammed his head a bit harder, maybe he could have lost his memories and he would not hurt so badly. Because now, everything hurt, his body, his mind and his heart, it all hurt.

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[Gatichan]

Ethan’s heart clenched when Nathaniel pushed him away, anger overcoming him. Did the young technician seriously blame Ishmael’s senseless death on the psychologist? The psychologist, whose ear was bleeding and who had thrown himself down to protect Nathaniel? Ethan was so furious that he took a step back, meaning to yell after the ungrateful technician that if it hadn’t been for him, Nathaniel would already be dead. And anyway, who did the technician think he was, making such psychologically unstable friends in the first place!? Bile rose into Ethan’s throat, but then the small voice inside his head that was his psychologist voice spoke up, reminding him that Nathaniel had just lived through something that he could have processed traumatically. Nathaniel had just lost his only friend- did Ethan really want to go and yell at him when he was in such a state? Ethan closed his mouth and whirling around, jogged back the direction he had already been planning on leaving. It was difficult to keep his mouth closed, but Ethan swallowed the words down. No, he wasn’t going to stoop down to Nathaniel’s graceless level. Reaching up to touch his still slightly bleeding ear, the psychologist winced: so much for his own judgment- risking his life for someone who didn’t even say thank you.

 

The next hour and a half, Ethan crawled along the silent Praxiteles, heart in his mouth, turning this way and that at any little sound h heard, his pulse spiking. His nerves were on end and he badly wanted to pop more tranquilizing pills into his mouth, but at the same time he didn’t dare to: if his reactions were slow, he might get hit or worse. Was the paranoia Ishmael had mentioned beginning to get to him, or were the messages between the guards walking around the ship trying to hunt down David Macer getting fewer and more spaced? Ethan checked his watch, but with a sinking heart he counted exactly nineteen minutes between two messages and new fingers of fear tripped down his spine: no, he hadn’t been imagining it. The amount of guards who reported to say that they were still looking around had decreased. The lump in Ethan’s throat became harder and harder to swallow past and when he turned a corner and found two dead guards and Mark slummed against a wall, a thick smear of blood leading towards his barely breathing friend, Ethan’s strength left him. “Mark- no…” he breathed out, reaching out to his friend. Mark’s eyes were blurry and far away- he was probably already watching the Ferryman coming closer. When he was shifted and held against Ethan’s chest, his dying eyes moved to the side. “Ethan…” he rasped. “It was…David…” The psychologist’s bottom lip quivered. “Yes, I know. David Macer- shh, please-” “No,” Mark said forcefully with more energy than he probably had. “Our David…Doctor…Weaver…” With this last word, Mark’s eyes slid out of focus and his head fell lifelessly against Ethan’s chest.

 

The psychologist hugged his friend’s head against his chest and tilting his head back, let out a wail of despair and grief. No, not again- not another friend. He’d lost so many in the last senseless war on Planet Earth, and now here, on the star cruiser that was supposed to take them to a new home, a new world, a new life, he had to yet again lose someone dear to him?! Ethan’s face twisted and his shoulders shuddered as he began to cry, holding Mark close to his heart. Why, why? David, his friend from when they had studied together? Overcome with memories, Ethan failed to hear the stealthy footsteps behind him and wasn’t prepared when the shot rang out. From one instance to the next, Ethan’s body was thrown forward as his back exploded in pain. Landing on his face, still holding onto Mark, the gun flew out Ethan’s hand and he lay there in the corridor, badly injured and all he could do was wait for the footsteps to come closer and finish him off.

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[Key-Tokki]

Nathaniel sluggishly continued on his search for the other, he was to exghausted, to bashed to really be thinking properly, all he knew was that he had a gun in his hand and intended on using it. Three different times he almost stopped, and laid down the gun, but then he saw Ishmeals face, shook his head and continued. He heard a loud sob, caching his attention he began the way that the sound came from. Holding the gun close, he approached, and swung around the corner, his gun point blank at the psychiatrists back, however, hearing the pain on Ethans voice as he cried out for whoever was in his arms, made him stop. He couldn't pull the trigger, the touch still lingered where Ethans fingers had been in Nathaniels hair earlier, the warmth was still there, he could not take this mans life, especially for something that wasn't his fault. Nathaniel should have known better, should have known not to make friends with Ishmeal, that is would only end badly. His thoughts were halted main stream, when he really took in the scene in front of him, Ethan was holding onto someone the same way he had been holding onto the techie earlier, with that worry, that desperation. So that was it then, Ethan was nice, he cared about everything, worried for everyone, Nathaniel was nothing special. His mind whispered to him, and without thinking, he pulled the trigger and the shot when off. Only the stun was on, but it was on the highest setting, so it was sure to do some damage. Still, not one tear fell from the young techie's face. Step by step, he began to approach the man laying sprawled on the ground, clinging to the other fallen guard. However the gun was loose in his grip, the closer he got, the sooner he realized that there was no way he would be shooting Ethan in the head. The gun fell from his hand as he knelt down, all anger gone, all that was left was self loathing, he touched Ethans face, tears finally watering up in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I was mad, i'm sorry." He murmured softly, and very quietly, so quiet in fact that the guard that had been hiding and saw the whole thing, could not hear him, the last thing the man saw was a pale haired boy, shooting at the psychiatrist. Not understanding the situation, he took aim, and shot with the lazer, the beam slicing through the young boys abdomenem, and the impact knocking him back a few feet. Clutching his stomach he cried out and fell to the ground, trying to stand again, he ran a few feet before falling back to the floor, blood seeping onto his hand. His breaths were low and shallow, tears finally fell from his cheeks. At least someone stopped him before he hurt the other, he would not have been able to live with himself. A Transmission went through to the guard, saying that they had captured macers.

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[Gatichan]

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. You...SHOT ME!!!! You...you...*beep-beep-beeeeeep*!!!!!!! lol

 

Ethan lay there, utterly helpless and at the mercy of whoever had shot at him. When he tried to breathe in, excruciating pain overcame him and he whimpered out, the gun in his hand clattering to the floor. It was over- it had to be Macer who had shot him. He had somehow found him, had waited until Ethan had appeared to be with Mark and then he had shot. What a cowardly thing to do, to shoot someone in the back, Ethan thought before he thought he heard a familiar voice. It sounded from so far away and already the edges of Ethan’s vision was blurring into black. Nathaniel? No, what was the technician doing there? Hadn’t Ethan seen him off to the Captain? He tried to move, but even the feeble attempt at turning over had Ethan coughing up blood and wheezing. One of his lungs had been shot through. No- he needed to tell Nathaniel to get away, that it was dangerous- why had the technician followed him instead of heading for safety? Another shot rang out and Ethan screamed- at least in his mind he did, because he knew it, he felt it: Nathaniel had been hit! “N-n-n…!” he tried to gurgle in desperation, but when more footsteps approached and his watch began to squawk something unintelligible, Ethan thankfully lost consciousness.

 

something unintelligible, Ethan thankfully lost consciousness.

“…n…an…Ethan! Please, wake up,” a female sobbed close beside his ear and Ethan’s eyelids fluttered. A beeping noise picked up and the bed moved as someone, probably the female, gasped. “Ethan! Oh God, thank God- Ethan! Ethan, can you hear me? Here’s Tracy. Ethan? Ethan please, don’t die-come back to me,” she sobbed. Tracy? His friend the astronomer? Slowly, little by little, his senses began to return and he realized that he was lying on a bed and that there was a pipe inside his nose and a tube down his throat. It scratched horribly, but when he breathed in, at least it didn’t hurt. The beeping remained erratic for a while, but then evened out as Ethan’s heartbeat calmed. Even though they felt like lead, he forced his eyes open to find his girlfriend from high school weeping beside him. “Tra-?” he began to croak, but she shook her head, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him beside the lips. “Oh Ethan, you scared me! You’ve been in an artificial coma over the past three weeks! That asshole technician shot at you and I hope one of David’s former colleagues “accidentally” gives him a lethal dose for that!” she cried, her attractive face becoming hostile. What? Ethan’s brain was foggy. Nathaniel…Nathaniel had shot at him?! He tried to shake his head. No, that sounded wrong, that couldn’t be. “N…N…” he tried to weakly shake his head, but Tracy nodded insistently. “Yes, he did, darling. A guard saw him- it’s all on tape. He almost murdered you and will be charged. I hope he rots in hell- Ethan? Ethan!!” But the psychologist’s eyes rolled up and he drifted back into unconsciousness.

[Key-Tokki]

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forgive meeeeeeee! XD

 

Nathaniel shifted where he lay, staring up at the cieling mutely, he watched. Lonley His mind whispered to him repeatidly, however he knew the one person that would come to help him in a situation like this, was probably dead, and it was all thanks to his own two hands. Glancing down at his hands he groaned inwardly, the skin around his knuckles red, bare, and bleeding from his continuous pounding at the wall. He had woken up, and freaked out at the recollection of what he did, and attacked a wall in anger, however was quickly subdued back into the bed where he was then strapped in for a week until he was determined fit. He had already been sentenced to death, that was not going to change, he had shot another person on board, and was there for guilty by association to all the other murders that had transpaired. It was alright, he wasn't going to freak out, he was remain calm, stotic even. A brisk breeze floated through his cell, ruffling his hair a bit, causing him to reach up and smooth it down, the touch of Ethans fingers flashed through his mind, causing him to drop his hand limpy to the mattress in which he laid on. A knock sounded on his door, but he didn't so much as blink, all those who mattered to him where dead, so no real point in looking up. A tall, brown haired male wearing glasses opened the door and stepped it, letting it lock behind him, he strode over to sit beside the young boy. "Nathaniel, I presume? You have quiet the record here. I am the second hand psychiatrist, and will be determining if you are insane or not, if so, you will be isolated, but not be punished for actions which were beyound your control. But, if not ,you will die." With a simple, annoyed sigh, he rolled on his side, away from the other before he spoke, "I am competent to stand for the crime I commited, I did shoot Ethan, I did not shoot or harm anyone else in any way. I am not lying." He spoke, his voice soft as ever though now it held a hint of coldness to it. Clearing his throat the man nodded before he spoke, "Well, if that is true you did not kill anyone, for Ethan is alive. Also, it seems you were given a large amount of tranquilizers, which effected your actions. Did the other psychiatrist give them to you? If so that would be cause for concern on his part, being his lack of jdugement in over dosing a patient." Nathaniel sat bolt up right, and spoke furiously, "He did not over dose me. What happened was my fault and I will take the blame." Though he murmured this all out quickly, all that was registering for him, was that Ethan had made it! He would live, he could continue on, meet someone, fall in love and be happy. However the small smile faltered from his face then fell, when the thought echo'ed in his mind,

 

He will be moving on without me, i'll be here alone again.

 

As the thought came, so did the relization that he would not be alone, for soon he would be put to death for his actions. He almost found a bitter comfort in that.

[Gatichan]

When Ethan next woke up, it was to find that the scratchy tube had been removed from his throat and that he was able to breathe in and out normally again. Tracy was still faithfully sitting beside him, holding his hand gently and smiling encouragingly at him. Ethan turned his head towards her with a soft smile. “Hey Trace- how you doing?” She leaned in to kiss him and Ethan was surprised, but kissed her back. The two of them were long since a thing of the past, but it felt nice to have someone sitting there beside him, caring for him. Someone coughed, letting the psychologist know that the two of them weren’t alone. Slowly turning his head, Ethan mentally puked when he saw who was inside: the doctor who had worked beneath David… “David?” he asked, his eyes widening.

 

The doctor shook his head as he stepped closer and sat down. Ethan didn’t miss how Tracy tightened her hold on his hand- aha, so this guy would bring bad news. “I’m afraid that Dr. David Burke was shot and killed when he tried to violently gain entry to the bridge. It seems that he was in league with David Macer, the psychopath who kept the Praxiteles breathless for two terrible days. He, as well as your good friend Mark are dead and, you almost joined the long list.” Ethan forced out a sardonic smile. “Wow, Bradley. Thanks so much for having broken the news to me this kindly. Really empathetic- where’d you learn that? During your one psychology term?” he seethed. He hated the other guy’s guts- he had next to no knowledge about psychology, but since he was probably the only doctor on board the ship with a little bit of knowledge, he’d been placed in charge. Ethan swallowed, making a face. “Could I drink something? Thank you.” After having taken a long sip, he frowned at Bradley. “What do you want from me? If you’re here, it’s obvious you need something.” Bradley’s eyes flashed at this lack of disrespect, but couldn’t do anything. “Nathaniel Powell,” he said briskly, checking his notes. “He’s going to be sentenced to death for having shot you. As our analyses proved, Ishmael visited him shortly after you left and slipped some drugs into his food. What exactly happened between your having sent Powell up to the bridge and getting shot, however, is not clear-”

 

“I don’t believe it,” Ethan shook his head. “Nathaniel wouldn’t have shot me for nothing. Something doesn’t sound right there-” “Ethan,” Tracy stepped in, her eyes hard. “We have it on video and also the guard that found you saw him with his own eyes. That blasted technician shot you in the back-” “Trace, I know him, okay?” Ethan insisted, turning back to Bradley, who was looking at him interestedly. “Look, I want to see him.” “What? NO!” Tracey cried, horrified. The doctor arched an eyebrow. “You want to see the man who shot you? Now isn’t that magnificent-?” “I need to see him. I need to talk to him, okay?” Ethan insisted, wincing as he tried to sit up, but he was still too weak to. “You can’t just condemn him to death yet- I can’t believe this! Nathaniel wouldn’t have done such a thing without some kind of reason- no; I demand to see him!”

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Aww, okay...I'll forgive you...this time...

[Key-Tokki]

Nathaniel frowned when he watched the annoying second hand psychiatrist come back in, followed by two guards. With an apologetic look, he held up his hands in a calming gesture.To which Natheniel just sat up impassivly, as he spoke, "Yes?" He murmured, looking bored with there presence. The man stepped forward and spoke, "It seems, that the Psychiatrist you shot would like to speak with you, thanks to a certain techie, he is in no shape to be tracing down here to speak with you, so you will be secured and brought upstairs to speak with him. You will mind your manors and not threaten anyone or you will be delt with accordingly. Nathaniel heard the other, but said nothing, his eyes wide. Ethan wanted to speak to him, really did, maybe he wasn't mad at him anymore? However he heard the thud as Ethan hit the floor, and it echo'd in his mind. He looked horrible, clearing hadn't slept, his wound was hurting but he refused more treatment to it, not wanting to be touched. For a moment he considered refusing to go, but that thought was ceased when he knew he couldn't refuse. He would die soon, at least he could see the psychiatrist one more time, he wouldn't even try to speak to Ethan, he knew there would be no words. So he sat quietly as his hands were cuffed behind his back in a bruising grip. And was quiet, there entire way up to the medical bay, a women who's husband had been a guard rammed into theguards and NAthaniel, shaking the boy quickly as she cried out the injustice of her husbands untimely death. But she was quickly pushed away and they continued on. The closer they got, the more his chest seemed to hurt. Standing outside Ethans door, his heart was beating so loudly that he could hear it in his ears. The moment his eyes caught the others he looked down, afraid to look the man in his face. Even in his weakened state, Ethan looked amazing to Nathaniel. While Nathaniel sat in bloody knuckled, dirst on his cheek, messy hair, and red eyes from having cried so often, he looked a mess and simply sat there while they hand cuffed him to a chair and left to stand outside there door.

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, sorry reply is so short, have to run to the store and wanted to reply first hoping theer would be one when I got back xD

[Gatichan]

Ethan held his breath as a cuffed Nathaniel was led into his room. It had cost a lot of his sweet-talking to convince Tracy to remain outside and not be present when during the questioning. She had fought with him to the end, expecting to be asked to remain when she heard that the second psychiatrist was going to remain, but in the end, after a lot of coaxing and promising he couldn’t remember what, she had finally left. Nathaniel’s gaze passed over his face, but then his lovely, yet sad eyes lowered themselves to the floor and refused to look at him anymore. Ethan let out the breath he had been holding since he’d heard of Nathaniel’s capture: the technician was alive, even though he wasn’t in a good condition. But he was alive- that was all that Ethan needed. “Nathaniel- please; come sit down here beside me,” Ethan gestured, coughing badly and needing Bradley of all people to pass him a glass of water. Nodding his thanks, Ethan reached over and placing his hand on Nathaniel’s shoulder, tried to make the technician look at him.

 

“Nathaniel, they told me that you were the one who shot at me, but I don’t believe it,” he spoke quietly, hating Bradley for leaning forward with a cube to tape every word. He knew it was important for Nathaniel’s sake, but right then, the cold innate object was disturbing him. “Nathaniel…Nathan…I didn’t kill Ishmael. He was killed by Mark and Mark in turn…was killed by David Macer.” Ethan swallowed hard at the mention of his friend. “Listen,” he insisted when Nathaniel refused to look at him. “I’m not angry at you for having shot me. I…I don’t think you were yourself when you did. Please Nathaniel, please talk to me. You need to understand: they’re going to execute you unless you talk to me-” “What’s the point of this?” Bradley asked with annoyance. “Dr. Burke, this man-!” “I want to hypnotize him,” Ethan cut his colleague off bluntly, squeezing Nathaniel’s shoulder. “I simply refuse to believe that Nathaniel shot at me with the intent to kill. I think something happened to him between his having left for the bridge and his having shot me and until I know what that was…no one is going to touch a further hair on my patient, is that clear?”

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Nathaniel had senced the strange girls glare on him when he entered, and even now, he could tell she hated him, but then again, Nathaniel even hated himself. He had shot the one person that really meant something to him, Ishmeal had meant something as well, but he had long ago come to term with the fact that Ishmeal being murdered was his own fault, and that he was wrong to blame Ethan. He just needed to blame someone other than himself at the time, there were so many sleeping pill in his system, his head had just been bashed into a monitor, and he was upset, all things leading him to act unusually. When he heard Ethan coax him to sit closer, he, out of reflex obey immediatly. Did Ethan want him in arms range so he could smack him, punch him, ring his neck? The young techie didn't know, perhaps he just wanted Nathaniel closer, having already forgiven him. However, that thought was pushed from his mind quickly, as he heard the psychiatrist cough harshly. That cough, that painful cough that must have hurt Ethan down to his very chest, was all Nathaniels fault and he new it. He should never have agreed to peacefully come up here, he was like a flower, slowly wilting.

 

The longer he was in Ethans presence the more his guilt seemed to be eating away at him. He had shifted very slowly over, sitting on the bed very lightly, with his feet braced, ready to run away, or at least attempt at any moment. When Ethans hand touched hsi shoulder he jumped slowly, and remained tense and rigid under the others touch. Finding for once, no solace in it, only bitter hatred towards himself. He could feel the other shift towards him as he spoke, but chose to ignore him, and focused intently on the cube, watching the hue of it, a slow, bitter smile twinged at the corner of his mouth, it reminded him of the look of a rubix cube. Only looking up when he heard Ethan put some emphasis on his name, caught off guard by the tone of it and the fact that the other was using his nick name, something only Ishmeal had called him before, his parents had either reffered to him as Nathaniel or Nate. For a moment, he was tempted to say good, karma, when Ethan mentioned Mark's death but quickly remembered what Ish had done, and knew it would have been wrong to say, especially since Ethan seemed so close to mark. The image of Mark, being held close in Ethans arms caused him to unconsiously lead away from the other male a bit, wanting his touch off his shoulder once more. Only looking back up into Ethans eyes when he was forced to, he listened, but would not speak, he couldn't. No matter what he said he would incriminate himself more, and he honestly, had nothing to say. There was no need to claim his innocence, he had shot the other, and should in turn be killed. He knew the law very well, in his mind it was only justice. Despite that, thinking of himself, laying on a table with that syrum being pumped into his veins that would kill him made him shudder, he was young, scared and afraid. His eyes went wise as he heard Ethans idea to hypnotize him, he would not be able to keep his mouth shut of the other did that. If he was hypnotized, he would say all sorts of things, even those he preferred to keep secret, as to the fact that he shot the other out of instant jealousy, though the drugs had a large deal to do with it, he still wouldn't be able to hide it. Ethan squeezing his shoulder was yet again, no comfort, instead a stead reminder that he was sitting beside someone he had almost killed. Staring numbly at the wall, the second Psychologist nodded grimly towards Ethans demand, setting the recording cube on the table, close enough to hear them speak, he reached over to make Nathaniel look straight at him "Listen, you are going to be hypnotized now, if you make any attempt to harm anyone in this room, I personally will shoot you right here, "He put his finger on the center of the younger boys chest, causing him to gulp slightly, then reached back and undid the hand cuffs. Nathaniel could not be hypnotized until he was completely relaxed, which would be impossible with the strict strain of the hand cuffs that were so tight that his left write had started to bleed a bit. ''

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Ethan had grown weak, even after such a short conversation. This only showed that he was far too early in getting up and trying to go about his profession as if nothing had happened. He needed to get better first properly before doing anything else. Still, Nathaniel meant too much to him to simply let him die and even if it cost him a lot and delayed his convalesce, it was worth it. Ethan only wished that the technician would look at him, but Nathaniel kept his eyes averted at all times. Ethan could guess that the technician felt guilty for seeing the state that Ethan was in, but more than anything, the psychologist wanted to take Nathaniel into his arms and hold him close. It was dreadful- seeing the technician so close, yet unable to really touch him or speak to him like he would have liked to. With Bradley and the cube right there beside them, any personal conversation was impossible.

 

Ethan leaned back against his pillows, watching as Bradley unchained Nathaniel and positioned him against the far wall. Seeing that Nathaniel’s one wrist was bleeding made Ethan’s nostrils flare, but he tried not to show it. He didn’t want to do anything wrong that Bradley could use against him. It was a dangerous game he was playing there- at any point, the other doctor could ask him where Ethan’s so intense interest in Nathaniel came from and Ethan wouldn’t be able to truthfully answer, because his professional interest had long since been overtaken by his personal one. Gripping his hospital sheets closer around him, Ethan watched as two guards entered his hospital room to roll another bed inside. Nathaniel was then instructed to get on and lie down facing Ethan. The psychologist hoped that he would be able to at least then catch the technician’s eye, but no such luck: Nathaniel still straight up refused to look at him. Sighing, vexed, Ethan closed his eyes when Bradley nodded that he could start.

 

“Nathaniel Powell, I will now begin the hypnosis with you. You don’t have to be afraid,” Ethan said quietly. “I won’t make you talk about simply anything. I just want to know what happened after I told you to go to the bridge. For that I need you to close your eyes and only listen to my voice…” He waited, but had a bad coughing fit. When he could breathe again, with watering eyes, Ethan continued. “You are relaxing, Nathaniel. Keep your eyes closed and concentrate on your breathing. I want you to only listen to my voice and focus on how you breathe in…and out…in…and out. Feel how your chest heaves when you breathe in…and sink as it breathes out…” He continued, little by little guiding Nathaniel deeper down. When he knew that the technician was calm again, Ethan opened his eyes and nodded at Bradley, who moved the recorder closer to Nathaniel’s head. “Nathaniel, I want you to go back to the moment when you found out that Ishmael had died. I had just told you and a guard to go up to the bridge, where it was safe. I want you to tell me everything that you saw and felt…starting from then…”

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Nathaniel could see that Ethan seemed to be exhausted from the short conversation that had already transpired, making his gaze drop even lower than it already had, now leaving the techie to stare at his own feet quietly. Every sound in the room made the smaller boy shift uncomfortably, never before did he think he would want to be back in that cell down in the holding bay. Nathaniel himself was exhausted at this point as well, all the emotional and mental strain he had undergone recently had really effected the already damaged youth. His lips pursed as he dug his thumb nail into his hand, trying to distract himself from the current situation. He was held to the side as the guards rolled in another bed, was that to hypnotize him? Frowning softly he drug his attention to stare at it, it looked so soft, he had been sleeping on a metal board that folded out from the walls, which is all the confinement rooms had in them.

 

The last time he had been in a situation like this, Ishmeal had busted through the door and yelled that he was going to help him, this memory causing Nathaniel to look up at the door, and wait for someone he knew was never going to come again. Tears prickled his eyes as he quickly wiped them away in the discration of rubbing his tired eyes. Slowly, he climbed onto the the bed, and was all but forced to lay on his side, facing the psychiatrist. He knew he shouldn't look at him, but at the same time he wanted to, so badly, he wanted to stare at Ethan, and just bask in the fact that the other was alive, meaning he was not a murderer. But still, he knew that he was not allowed to, so he chose to lay his right hand to rest by his face, staring at his fingers, though he could feel Ethans gaze on him. Letting out a slow, shaky breathe he allowed himself to relax a bit, closing his eyes when relaxing and feeling immediate relief that he didn't need to avoid Ethans gaze anymore. It did not take much coaxing to relax for him, this was the most comfortable he had been in weeks, and he was laying beside Ethan, just knowing the other was there was a comfort to him, knowing fully well it should not be.

 

For a moment, he considered just allowing himself to fall asleep, not even continuing on with this. As he listened, he felt himself become calmer, and calmer, his shame and tension seemingly melting away as he lay, comfortable and content. He began, his voice a soft, murmur in his lulled state, "I was going up to where you told me to and I was upset, at you, for letting Ishmeal die. It wasn't your fault and I know that, but it hurt. He was my first friend you know, I used to like him, more than a guy should like another guy. To be honest I think he liked me to, maybe on this voyage we would have gotten together but then I met you and he seemed to fade to the back, "Nathaniel murmured on, completely unabashed to what he was saying, he knew that later he would reget it, but now just didn't care.

 

"I was so mad, and so tired, I remember that. I was so, very, very tired. When he got up there, there were people, and there was shooting, I was shoved away so I wouldn't get hurt. Then Macers was there with a gun and I tried to attack him, I hate him you know, "He continued on, smoothly, "And he just started talking and I got confused, I can't even remember what he said, it was a blue and I was so tired. Then I saw you, and I wanted to but couldn't shoot you, then I saw you were holding someone else, very tightly, and you were worried for them, you looked the same when you found me unconscious in the computer main frame room, and when you seemed to care so much it made me feel good, and it made me feel special and important to you. Then I saw you do the same thing to someone else, I felt like I was just a patient to you, and I got mad. I was mad, scared, upset and very tired and the lazer gun went off, I wasn't trying to hurt anyone. Then I ran over and you were hurt so badly and I didn't know how to help, then I got shot. I laid there and watched as they took you away, trying to save your life. That's all that happened. There going to kill me, I know. It's okay, I promise I accept the punishment for my actions." He finished, calm and quiet, settling down comfortable where he lay.

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When Nathaniel began to speak, Ethan knew that he had finally succeeded in putting the young technician into a relaxed state. Hypnotism only really worked on those who didn’t think it was poppy-cock and who wanted o give it a real try. It was important to remain open-minded and to at least be relaxed. Once a person had been lulled into a carefree state, it wasn’t that difficult for Ethan to extract the information that he needed. That he badly needed, because he wanted Nathaniel to give him a clue as to his being innocent. He didn’t and couldn’t believe that the technician had hurt him on purpose- the psychologist was convinced that Nathaniel had almost felt the special bond that had begun to form between them…hadn’t he?

 

When he heard Nathaniel confess that he had actually had feelings for Ishmael, Nathaniel’s heart momentarily stopped beating. So Nathaniel was into men. His heart started up again, but it beat dully, carelessly, hopelessly. In that moment Ethan admitted to himself that he would have liked Nathaniel to have had such feelings for the psychologist. Of course this was against the ethics of his profession, but Ethan had begun to realize that what he felt with regards the technician was more than simple attraction. And since Nathaniel had been on the brink of falling in love with Ishmael, perhaps latter’s death had really pushed the technician overboard. Had Nathaniel perhaps shot Ethan because he had believed that the psychologist had been at fault? So immersed in his own thoughts as he was, Ethan completely missed the technician admitting that he had been jealous of having seen him holding Mark and only came to when he heard Nathaniel admit that he had shot him. Blinking sullenly back at the technician, a mean streak within Ethan struggled with his morals and wanted to shout out at the younger man “why don’t you just save us the trouble and kill yourself?”, but Bradley of all people stepped over to Ethan.

 

Lowering his lips to the psychologist’s ear, he muttered quietly. “Did you just hear? You were right. Mr. Powell really did run into David Macer before going after you. His memories are blurry, but if you could get him to repeat what exactly Macer said to him, then you might find the proof that we need to save him from execution. If Powell can prove that Macer hypnotized him into shooting you, then he would be let off. Could you try to get back to that instance again?” Ethan didn’t want to- what for? Nathaniel had been interested in another guy, not him. But as usual, the psychologist and justice-loving part of him won the overhand and Ethan sighed. “Thank you, Nathaniel. That was very good. But I’d like to know more about something that you said. Please go back to the moment when Macer met you. You’d just described that shots went off and that David Macer started to speak to you. Remember that moment…go back in time…what exactly did Macer say to you?”

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Nathaniel laid still, his eyes closed ash he listened to the shifting in the room, it was so quiet in here, so warm, it was nice. As he lay there, tears began t ofall from his closed eyes, the fault of the tears were uncertain, but they fell certainly. He could tell he was being asked something but ignored the questions completely now, nothing seemed to matter now. Bradley reached over to touch the smaller boys shoulder, but was quickly shoved away, Nathaiel rolled over to face the wall, not opening his eyes. He simply laid there, something in him, felt wrong, felt painful. He felt a tug on his wrist and frowned softly, looking down, he saw his mothers hand holding onto his wrist. His eyes widened, he sat up quickly, eyes wide, he stared at the wall, but instead of seeing the wall he saw a huge man lumbaring towards him, crying out horrified he scrambled back, faling off the bed he lay in and landing to the ground. Bradley was scrambling, trying to get ahold of the techie, however found it difficult trying to make his way around the table, Nathaniel was a crumpled mess on the ground, eyes wide, seeing something that no one else could. Bradley yelled out for the guards in the hall way, "Hold him still! He must be very suseptive to the hypnotic state, he is seeing repressed memories. Hold him still or he will hurt himself or someone else but do not injure him!" The guards quickly raised the struggling, thrashing boy and pressed him to the wall, Burke ran forward and shot him up with a very strong tranquilizer, which caused the smaller boy to calm down and go slack, his head dropping down limply. Burke rushed to Ethan and checked his pulse as well, making sure he was alright with all the excitement that had just happened. Quickly pouring some more water for Ethan to drink incase he needed it he spoke, sounding annoyed, "See, this was pointless, we did nothing but upset the boy. However, he clearly isn't mentally compenent, so we will revisit his case, if it is decided that he was not mentally competent at the time of the shooting, he will be released of the charges, but exposed to constant psychiatric attention." He spoke, his voice rather thick as he motioned the guards to take him back to the cell, to which still half contious, Nathaniel tried to speak against. Murmuring softly and struggling softly in the guards grip, not wanting to go back down there by himself.

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The reaction that Nathaniel present surprised and started Ethan. When the technician fell off the bed, twisting and turning and crying out, obviously afraid of whatever memory he had become trapped in, Ethan tried to sit up, but the pain in his chest didn’t allow him to. “Nathaniel!” he cried out, wishing he could get out to help the technician, but it was impossible. Powerlessly, he had to remain inside his bed and watch as guards came to unkindly grip Nathaniel and try to straighten him up. “Don’t hurt him! Be careful- he hasn’t fully woken up yet!” he shouted out, wincing when Bradley shot the technician with a further tranquilizer. The exertion from keeping himself up on his upper arms grew to be too much and Ethan sank back against the pillows. As Nathaniel was removed from the room and Bradley began to lecture him as he passed Ethan another glass of water, the psychologist glared at him. “You absolute idiot! Don’t you see that this proves Nathaniel’s innocence? If he reacted so badly when I explicitly asked him to recount what Macer said to him, it shows that whatever it was, Macer inflicted so much fear on Nathaniel that his mind is protecting him by refusing to let him relive the moment again. And what kind of doctor are you anyway? Everyone knows that one should never break up a hypnosis session without having brought the patient properly back into the here and now. Of course Nathaniel will need psychological help and I will take care of him as soon as I feel better. But for now…please just leave,” he said, falling tiredly against the pillows. Tracy hurried into the room right then and glaring at Bradley, made the doctor leave. Closing his eyes, Ethan fought against tears. What on earth had poor Nathaniel just seen that he hadn’t been able to articulate?

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Nathaniel stumbled along as he was taken back to the cell, tears still falling as he was pulled up onto his bed, let go, and quickly left. Laying back against the bed, he stared at the ceiling for a while, unsure of what had happen. He felt very wrong, very humiliated. Thinking back, he knew what happened in that room, when he was back on that ship when he was younger, with his parents, after it had crashed it took three days for them to be rescued, and during those three days, he was in that ship, alone, with Macer. His mother had died when a stray sheet of metal impaled her when the ship crashed. He had sat there, by his mothers dead body for three days, with Macer, both stuck there. During those three days, he could never really remmeber what happened, his mind had surpressed them, even know he couldn't remember. He didn't even know what he had seen when he was up in the medical bay. What had happened to him that it turned out like this? Coughing softly he rolled over and groaned, his head was splitting, though despite it all, a small smile cracked on his face. Ethan was alive, and though he seemed not well, at least he was getting better. "I am not a murder." He murmured softly to himself, repeatidly in the isolated, lonley cell.

 

Another three days passed before Bradley came back down to check on him, and when he found the condition that he was in, he paled and yelled at the guards. Nathaniel was very ill, this was the sick time that always happened on board. Every room was busy, meaning of course, he would have to be roomed with Ethan who was staying in the last, single, room. Nathaniel was to weak to do much, so they did not even bother hand cuffing him to the bed, without a word, in the middle of the night, the techie was wheeled into the sick bay, and set up in Ethans room, and without a word they left the sound asleep techie with Ethan, the man he had shot, with an I.V. of liquid food since he had not eaten and looked a bit to thin, as well as a wet rag on his forehead to try and lower the fever. All of this was done quickly, because of all the other patients.

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Ethan had been having trouble sleeping and so was awake when they wheeled a dramatically ill-seeming Nathaniel into his room. Sitting up, even though it still caused him to cough, at least he didn’t feel any more pain. “What happened?” he asked, watching as Nathaniel was wheeled close beside him and then, after an IV had hastily been set up, he was left lying there, looking pale, ashen, and quite ill. Bradley, looking impatient and guilty as he explained the technician’s condition, soon left as well when he was called to another part of the sick bay. It seemed as if basically everyone on the ship had decided to get sick at the same time. Laying back against his pillows, Ethan turned onto his side and winced- too much movement wasn’t good for him, but he really wanted to look at Nathaniel. Using the buttons of his bed, he pressed the remote control so that he and Nathaniel’s beds were laying side by side. Now that the technician was so much closer to him, Ethan’s heart began to beat faster and reaching out, he tenderly, with the utmost care, caressed Nathaniel’s light hair out his eyes, leaving his face uncovered.

 

Ethan’s heart squeezed painfully. Why? Why couldn’t Nathaniel have fallen in love with him instead of with that Ishmael? If only the technician had been able to return Ethan’s budding feelings, surely none of this would have happened. Even though he didn’t know what it was tat Nathaniel had seen near the end of his hypnosis session and he wasn’t even sure that Nathaniel even wanted to see him again, Ethan was relieved that the technician had been brought to room with him. Lowering his hand to Nathaniel’s neck, Ethan quietly began to speak to the technician as his fingertip traced over Nathaniel’s small button nose, over his well formed lips, over his close eyelids. He didn’t really listen to what he was saying- all he wanted was for the technician to hear a familiar, calm voice so that, wherever Nathaniel was, he wouldn’t feel afraid. Carrying on speaking to him until his own eyes began to droop, Ethan fell asleep, his hand falling limply down onto the pillow on which Nathaniel’s head was resting.

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Nathaniel could tell he was dreaming, everything seemed hazy, and to quiet around him. He sat, holding onto the limp hand of someone, that looked so familiar yet so strange to him. Then he noticed the bracelet that lay around the womens wrist was the one he had made for his mother when he was even smaller, then he realized what he was dreaming. Sitting here, clinging onto the limp hand of his mother, he was dreaming of past memories. However, something was wrong now, he could sense someone else. Looking around widly into the dark, crushed metal around him, he tried to identify who else was there. Then, a familar voice rang out through the darkness. You are all alone too, little boy? The pale faced child's eyes widened as he clinged tighter to that limp hand, as the voice echo'd You are innocent, young, you do not have to die, not like they did. But maybe one day, far from now, you will die by my hands. Somewhere in his mind, he recognized the voice of macer, and remembered that he had been all alone with the other man. His stomach tightened and the smaller boy began to cry out of fear, however, something changed in a split second. Someone was sitting beside him now, he couldn't see who, but felt no fear of them. He watched as the person, reached out and brushed a stray hair from his forehead, the motion was so comforting, so warm, so familar. Then, he heard something, no more of the creepy voice, but a hushed, warm voice that he just barely couldn't recognize. Sitting still, he smiled as the hand began to creep over his face, reaching up took the hand that was caressing him so gently, and with both hands, pressed it to his face, holding it there. Something about the other person was so warm, so bright, he held onto the hand tightly.

 

He groaned softly, the moment he knew he was continous he felt his splitting head ache, but froze, something was strange, foreign. Shifting slightly, he felt another hand on his own, parting eyes he opened them, and found himself face to face with a beautiful, sleeping Ethan. Nathaniel had rolled on his side, and grasped Ethans limp hand in both of his own, and was holding it close. He would have jumped back in surprise had he not been worried about waking the sleeping man beside him. What was he doing here? Why was he so close to Ethan, and how did he get a hold of the others hand. For a moment, he considered that Ethan might have been the person in the dream, but quickly shook the thought from his head. For this moment in time, none of that mattered, all that mattered that he was here, with Ethan, so close, so comfortable, so safe. Lifting one of his hands and keeping the other on Ethans, hereached over to touch Ethans cheek lightly, tracing his fingers down the others jaw line, then up his chin lightly befoe coming to stop before the others lips. Then, he had a sudden urge, to try something he needed to do, and it was a need. Pushing himself up onto his elbow, he took Ethans face gently, ever so softly in his hands, tilted the Psychiatrists face up a bit, and pressed his own lips to Ethans, it was not really a kiss, as much as a very soft,and lengthy peck. He stayed for as long as he thought was safe, then quickly laid his head back where he was. It did not matter, if someone found him at this point, he took Ethans hand back and with both of his hands, held them close to himself, kissing it softly before allowing himself to nod back off, holding the hand to his chest as he allowed himself to drift back to a very welcoming, and rare, deep, comfortable sleep.

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Ethan had been quite frustrated when he hadn’t been able to sleep. Usually, he would simply have popped one of the pills that David had so carelessly given away as if they were sweets, but now that he was confined to his bed, Ethan wasn’t only being forced through withdrawal, he was also being tormented by his bouts of panic. Which was actually a good thing, because since he’d always preached to his patients that the best and only way to get over such horrible moments was to bite one’s teeth together and live through the moment without medication and without trying to distract oneself. Now he knew exactly what he’d been forcing his poor patients to live through and Ethan seriously regretted not having been more empathetic to his first handful of patients: biting one’s teeth and living the moment without any help at all was HARD. And even for him, who knew exactly what was going on in his body, it was difficult to not reach for the emergency button to call for help. The only thing that had kept him from doing exactly that was the knowledge that it would bring Bradley great satisfaction to see Ethan battling his own demons that way and Ethan would rather die during a panic attack – which he knew wasn’t going to happen – than give that wannabe psychologist the satisfaction.

 

But that night, Ethan thanked the heavens that he couldn’t sleep well and kept waking up. Because if he hadn’t, he might never have realized that Nathaniel actually felt more for him than Ethan had been paying attention to and noticed. He woke up when he felt Nathaniel tenderly touching his face, a bit unsure of how he should do it. Even though every bit of Ethan screamed and begged for him to open his eyes, Ethan resisted and kept still, pretending to be asleep, his heart in his throat. And this man was supposed to have so cold-bloodedly tried to murder him? That couldn’t be. Somehow Ethan knew that if he had opened his eyes, Nathaniel would have pulled away, possibly becoming ashamed of what he was doing. But then, when Nathaniel actually kissed him, Ethan opened his eyes in surprise. Seeing that Nathaniel’s cheeks were a lovely pink, he hastily closed his eyes again. It was hard, so, so hard to remain acting as if he was asleep, but eventually Nathaniel leaned back and taking a hold of Ethan’s hand, fell asleep. Breathing out unevenly, Ethan turned to the technician. “Oh Nathaniel…if only you knew what you’re doing to me,” he murmured, his own face heating up when below the thin blanket, the psychologist felt his body reacting. Entwining his fingers properly with Nathaniel’s, Ethan closed his eyes and forcing himself to chant autogenic training phrases over and over inside his head, he finally drifted off to sleep. And only woke up when a scandalized gasp went up.

 

Opening his eyes hastily, Ethan saw Tracy standing inside the door of the room he was in, his breakfast tray in her hands. Blinking and disoriented, Ethan’s gaze fell onto a still sleeping Nathaniel beside him and saw their entwined hands. Tugging his hand away, Ethan turned back as he held his hands up in defense. “I can explain-” he began but Tracy had stomped over to him, her blue eyes flashing. “What is HE doing in here with you!?!”

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Nathaniel jumped slightly as he was woken up in a start when he felt his hand yanked a bit, realizing that Ethan must have woken up before him and ripped his hand away made Nathaniel almost not want to open his eyes, as his cheeks blared a soft pink, parcially due to his fever, but mostly from the sheer embresessment of it. It took him a few moments to realize someone else was in the room, when he heard the loud and quick talking. Opening his eyes quickly he saw Ethan and another girl, the same girl he passed when he was brought in for hypnotizing, her clear distaste for him could still be felt. HE was a bit cranky, to tired to really think much of her, but he had a horrible head ache still, and she was just so annoyingly loud. Reaching up he rubbed his face a bit, trying to get ride of some of the sleep from it. Dragging his gaze back at the girl, and looking clearly annoyed with her as he mumbled, "You are very loud." Laying back down from where he had been propped up he drug his pillow over his head, wanting her to just shut up. He lay like that, then froze, realizing he was currently laying in largr, over sized clothing, with a very messy bed head and a sleepy gaze about him, he must have looked like a child being woken from a nap. Ignoring the girl he mumbles a soft "Sorry, I am cold and you were warm." To Ethan to explain the hand holding that had transpired. It was clear that his lakc of social context had not really improved, seemingly shutting down as soon as a new person, the girl, was introduced to the enviornment.

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[Gatichan]

Ethan and Tracy glanced over at Nathaniel when the technician opened his mouth to tell Tracy to shut up. Watching as Nathaniel then curled up into a little ball and tried to cover his head with his pillow, Ethan’s gaze softened and he only just managed to squash the cute mewling sound that had risen into his throat at the adorable sight of Nathaniel rolling up like a sleepy kitten. Blinking at the next statement from Nathaniel, it took the psychologist a while to figure out that Nathaniel had been talking about his and Ethan’s hands. By then, Tracy’s face had reddened and Ethan saw that she was about to scream her head off. “Trace, not now, okay?” he said quietly, raising a finger to his lips. At his former girlfriend’s incredulous look, he shrugged lightly. “Look, the kid’s been brought in because he’s sick. It will only be for a few days and anyway, I also need the quiet- I hardly slept at all last night,” he admitted, flopping backwards into his pillow. “Mind to fetch me some more water? My throat’s really dry,” he begged, pouting slightly in the way he knew that Tracy wouldn’t be able to resist. To add more persuasion power, he coughed most convincingly. He saw Tracy’s shoulders slowly drop and she sighed, coming closer to put the tray down beside his bed. “Honestly, you’re far too caring for that murderer to deserve,” she grumbled, kissing Ethan’s forehead and sending a glare Nathaniel’s way. “Be right back,” she promised, hopping out the room and shaking her bottom, but Ethan didn’t see: he was far too busy looking at Nathaniel. Slipping his hand onto the technician’s bed, he took a gentle hold of Nathaniel’s hand again. “You don't hae to apologize if you want to hold my hand,” he muttered, turning a little red.

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[Key-Tokki]

Nathaniel could not keep the small, annoyed huff at the sound of being called a kid, he was one of the youngest crew members aboard so was often referred to as such, but for some reason being called that by the other was actually kind of nice. He had decided to simply ignore the annoying girls presence, she was just a nuisence anyway, but he froze at that word. Murderer Echo'ed in his mind, tensing up where he lay his gaze lowered so he was now staring at the mattress, still under his pillow, but he could still see the other, and he definetly saw when the women put her lips to Ethans forehead. For an unknown reason, Nathaniel felt his chest tighten at the gesture. Was she his girlfriend? Maybe just a family member? Then, when he heard that Ethan had not slept the night before, he thought back to what he had done, that kiss, and immediatly pulled the pillow tighter around his head and coughed a bit to clear his throat, his face red. What if Ethan had been awake? He only relaxed when he heard the door shut from the girl leaving, letting out a breathe he didn't know he was holding he relaxed back into the bed. Allowing his eyes to close he smiled contently, jolting in surprise when he felt the familiar hand on his own and heard Ethans words. He refused to move the pillow from where it lay on his head so that Ethan would not be able to see his rather bright cheeks, but he did shift slightly to take hold of the hand that held his, holding it clsoe he held his eyes and allowed himself to drift back to sleep, only with Ethan in here did he feel truley safe.

 

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Bradley walked into the room and rolled his eyes, though they claimed it was innocent, every time he came in, he found the smaller boy all but curled up on Ethan. Even though the techie was the one to have shot the other psychiatrist, they were clearly very close. Having been stuck in this room together for an additional few weeks had really brought them even closer. From a psyichologist perspective, what NAthaniel was doing would have simply been trying to bond with someone who seemed to care for him, which was a natural reflex after going through what he did, and if Ethan did not respond back to the fair haired boy then Bradley would not have thought twice, but Ethan seemed to enjoy Nathaniels company just as much if not more so. They practically slept in the same bed, two days ago, NAthaniel must have had a hard time sleeping because when Bradley walked in, he had actually stretched from his bed to Ethans, both sleeping soundly with his head on the others shoulder, it was just strange to Bradly. Walking forward he cleared his throat loud enough to make them both rouse from there sleep, and spoke as Nathaniel rubbed his eyes and yawned widly, "I have good news for you two, you are both fine, Ethan you should be able to do moderate work now, NAthaniel, you have been fine for a good week so why you are still here is beyound me. You were cleared for the murder charges, and may also reengage in your normal life. However, do not get comfortable yet, you have both been expected to go on the first manned voyage to the new planet, you will get down, explore and report what you find. Ethan you are definetly in, but Nathaniel you are still being considered because of your size, if something goes wrong a few are worried you won't carry your weight." He motioned towards NAthaniels small frame, causing the younger boy to frown in annoyance.

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