The BLTS Archive - From A to Z
by AnnE. (starbys@hotmail.com)

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Archive: ask me and I'll probably say yes. I just want to visit it.

Disclaimer: they belong to Paramount until I liberate them.

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He was the first person she saw when she opened her eyes after being
separated from the Borg Collective. No billion voices speaking as one,
merely his, telling her it would be all right. He took such meticulous
care in reproducing the color of her eyes. He knew every fleck and
shade that made up her own unique color.

In those first few days he carefully removed the remnants that caused
her harm. He repaired flesh that had been damaged much as a sculptor
chips at marble. He stimulated hair to grow on her head; privately
delighting in the golden threads that sprang forth as a perfect
complement. Everyday she took on a new dimension, each one a surprise,
until his masterpiece was finished. At first he took pride in his own
handiwork when unveiling her beauty.

Next he took on the task of reclaiming the inner most challenge, her
humanity. He sought to instruct her on the parameters of human
interaction. But the more he tried to teach her, the more he treasured
her innocence. He soon grew protective of his pupil because only he
knew of her everyday trials and triumphs. It was then that he realized
that she'd become human without him.

He was now the observer in her road towards humanity. He admired her
tenacity and ambition. He depended on her just as much as she'd once
depended on him. There was a comfort in their exchanges. She'd filled
in him a space he didn't know existed. Even when he sensed she didn't
need him anymore they continued to spend time together. Perhaps
someday he'd tell her how he felt.

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The End