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Close Call
by Omega
There is no margin for error here.
I cannot afford to mess this up.
His life is on the line.
My next decision will either sign his death warrant
or free him forever.
It's not a hard decision to make.
I stand before the others and say loud and clear,
"I will die in his place."
My words are unmistakable.
My intentions are clear.
He has sacrificed so much for me...for us.
The least I can do is give back some in return.
I turn to face him one last time.
Shock, denial, and unmistakable pain is on his face.
It...isn't visible to the others but I know him so well....
Forgive me, my friend.
It's the only way.
I take one last breath and prepare for the shot.
That's when I feel a warm hand on my shoulder.
His velvet voice says quietly,
"We will die together."
/No!/ I yell mentally. /I want you to live./
/Without you, I have no life/ he replied.
I knew nothing would change his mind
and I found I didn't want to change it.
I grasped his hand and waited for the inevitable.
That's when the transporter took us away.....
I'm dictating this to my personal log while
he sleeps beside me.
An arm wrapped around my waist.
Another close call for us.
But when will our luck run out?
When will Death catch up to us?
I find that it doesn't matter.
Here, on my ship, in his arms, is all that matters.