Fallen from Grace (Pt 5)

[cassievalentine]

Travis studied his face in the mirror. This was the third time the Dr. on the ship had tried to undo Phlox's handi-work.

"It looks good," he said as he handed her back the mirror.

"I don't know if the scaring will fade any more," Anne said with a bit of a frown.

"Doesn't it make me look more rugged?" he asked.

"Sure, that's it," she said as she rolled her eyes and walked off. Travis shook his head and slid off the bed and headed towards the bridge. He had parted ways from Archer, Tucker and Hoshi a few years ago, deciding that if the Xindi were going to do hunt the humans down, he was going to make it difficult for them. He also decided that he was going to do it as a human, not the creature Phlox had turned him into.

He had scrapped together enough for a small ship and had found himself a small crew not long afterwards.
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"Do you ever miss them?"

"Miss who?" Travis asked as he pulled Anne closer to him, enjoying the feel of her bare skin against his.

"Your old crew mates," she said quietly. He almost never talked about his life on Enterprise, before the Icarus. Tonight wasn't going to be any different.

"Sometimes, I suppose," he said quietly.

"You're not going to tell me about them, are you?" she asked. She felt him tense and she held her breath. Travis Mayweather was a quiet man, until you found the wrong subject. He pushed her away and he got out of bed. She watched the starlight reflect off of his naked frame as he stood by the window. Anne sighed, she'd had enough of this. "Tell me about this Jonathon Archer," she said as she sat up. "Is he tall? What colour is his hair? What about this Trip Tucker? You always start some story about him and then break it off. And Hoshi. Does she have a last name? What does she look like? Were you good friends with her?" she asked, becoming more and more agitated and frustrated with him. "Did you fuck her? Did you take her to your bed like you took me?" she asked as she came up behind him.

Anne reeled back as Travis turned on her and lashed out, slapping her across the face. She swallowed hard as she watched his jaw clench before he grabbed a pair of pants and stormed out of the room. She pulled her knees to her chest and let her self shake for a moment. She knew she had stepped over the line this time. He had come close to hitting her before when she had started this, but this time . . . She raised a shaky hand to her face where it was still stinging from the blow.


Ohhhhh Tavis . . . . .