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Haunting of Eli Kelly

Posted on Wed Aug 22nd, 2018 @ 7:43pm by Lieutenant Elizabeth Kelly

Mission: Mission 1: Unscheduled Madness
Location: Personal Quarters - Eli Kelly
Timeline: MD 04 - 2100 hours

The ship was stuck. She had spent the entire day, and well into the next, trying to figure out what was happening to the ship. She sank down onto the couch and rested against the back, letting her head drop back to rest against the pillow. She let out a sigh as her body relaxed.

A sound to the left of her took a moment for her brain to recognize that it was out of place before she opened her eyes. The shock of what she saw caused her body to sit up straight as her head whipped around. “What the hell….” She started before her eyes landed on Damion. “How the hell did I get here.”

Damion look at Eli with a confused grin, his hair falling into his face just as she always remembered. “Uh, you stepped off the lift and walked into my quarters… just like every other time?” It was obvious by his tone that he was wondering why she was here and dismissing her response. “What do you want Kelly?”

“Want?” Eli started as she rose to her feet. “I don’t want anything. I am not even here.” At this declaration she watched Damion roll his eyes as he continued. “I am asleep on my couch in my quarters on my new ship, far from you," she added. She closed her eyes and willed herself to wake up. She took a few deep breaths before opening her eyes.

When her brown eyes opened, she was not surprised to find herself back in her quarters. What she hadn’t expected was to still see Damion standing just where he had been when she closed her eyes. “What the f-," she started as her eyes fell on Jason. She froze. She knew there was no way this could be happening. Jason had died almost fifteen years ago. She had been there. It was the first death that she truly knew was her fault.

“What?” The tall human male replied as he looked down on Eli with nothing but loathing in his eyes. The way his eyes passed over her and the hatred she saw there threatened to make her stomach churn. “You think that just because all this time has passed you get to look at me like I am a ghost? Whose fault is that Ellie?”

It wasn’t the words that got to her it was a combination of the way he looked at her and the tone in his voice. He had been her best friend. They had shared everything. Even things that went beyond being best friends. He had been her first kiss, the first guy she has slept with, and in all the ways that really mattered her first love. To see him standing over her with such hate in his heart broke hers.

“Ja-“ Her mouth opened like a guppy before closing. She was at a loss for words. How could she defend what happened when it was her fault? He wasn’t really standing there and that weighed heavily on her shoulders. Rising from the couch she moved towards him without a thought. She didn’t know what was compelling her or propelling her towards him but the next thing she knew she was reaching out to touch him. Before she could touch him her vision went dark, his hand moving and making contact with her jaw before the attack could be registered. The pain shooting though her hip quickly told her that she was on the ground. Her mind was foggy from the momentary daze of the impact, but nothing compared to the shock of the slap.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a mass move towards Jason. The mass’ shoulder connected with Jason’s gut and the two were soon on the ground. “Don’t you dare hit her you ass hole.” This phrase was followed by a punch to Jason’s gut forcing the injured man to press out a harsh breath. Eventually, and without reason, Damion was soon in the mix pulling the new guest off of Jason.

Eli didn’t know how much more of this she could take. There standing over Jason, his lip bloody as he looked down on the man he has taken to the ground over her honor was Ken. The man that made her what she was today. The impact that he had on her life had shaped everything she did. Every choice, every relationship. He moved over to her, kneeling in front of her. Reaching out his hand he gently cupped her face, a gesture he had never made during their time together, one she had always longed for. “Elizabeth are you ok my love?” The concern, adoration, and emotion in his voice had Eli retching. This was too much. She couldn’t do this.

Rolling away from him she stood up as best she could. Her hand reached for the wall and instead of cold bulkhead her hand landed on something warm and far less solid. She turned her head. Standing there was Logan. At least she hoped it was Logan even though she knew it couldn’t be. He smelled as he always did, and his eyes watched her. Reading her thoughts and emotions in that annoying way of his. “Logan, I can’t do this.” She said it softly so that only the two of them could hear. She watched as his hand reached out and tucked the strand of escaped hair back behind her ears. “Eli, you can do this," he stated his, voice calm and even. “You are the strongest woman I know.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek, leaving his lips millimeters from her ear. “Remember, none of this is real.”

The breath on her cheek and the heat of him did very little to convince her that what he said was true. She looked back up at him for a moment before her eyes moved over to Ken and then back to Logan. She decided that for the first time in her adult life she was going to go against what her instinct was shouting at her. Taking a deep breath, she nodded and closed her eyes. She was going to trust him, trust Logan. She felt his hand slide into hers and give a squeeze. “Go… Find me,” he added. And with that he pushed her toward the door. She moved without question and didn’t stop until she was standing outside Logan’s door.




Lieutenant Eli Kelly
Chief Operations Officer
USS Orion

 

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