Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newscon02.news.prodigy.com!prodigy.net!news.glorb.com!postnews.google.com!c13g2000cwb.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: "Mareel" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative Subject: NEW ENT: At the End of the Night 1/1 [R] (A/R) Date: 20 Jan 2005 04:56:53 -0800 Organization: http://groups.google.com Lines: 52 Message-ID: <1106225813.545841.322890@c13g2000cwb.googlegroups.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: 4.242.12.6 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" X-Trace: posting.google.com 1106225817 32625 127.0.0.1 (20 Jan 2005 12:56:57 GMT) X-Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 20 Jan 2005 12:56:57 +0000 (UTC) User-Agent: G2/0.2 Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: c13g2000cwb.googlegroups.com; posting-host=4.242.12.6; posting-account=1x8S4AwAAAAsIaIc_cTPVeKx9cxFO3lH Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative:162014 X-Received-Date: Thu, 20 Jan 2005 04:56:57 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: At the End of the Night Author: Mareel Contact: Mareel@earthlink.net Author's URL: www.geocities.com/bdebpr Series: Enterprise Rating: R Status: Complete Codes: Drabble, A/R Archive: Permission to archive granted to ASC*, EntSTCommunity, Others welcome, please ask. Disclaimer: Of course they belong to Paramount, or more likely, to themselves Spoilers: Storm Front, Part 1 Summary: Coming home. Author's Notes: Seeing the pure joy lighting Malcolm's face when he heard Jon's voice, and the start of their reunion when he stepped onto the bridge, I felt something should be said of their first night back together. Malcolm's POV is expressed in the preceding story (Where All My Journeys End); this is Jonathan. This can be considered the twelth in my Refuge series, though it stands well on its own, or in conjunction with the preceding story. *** At the End of the Night Hours still till morning... he lies in my arms half-drowsing, as if afraid he'll lose me again if he dares to sleep... or wake. I've kissed and reassured... we've loved and cried and promised, trembling with emotion finally given voice. Even in dreams, his hand seeks mine... clasping it tightly, he tucks it beneath his cheek. Pillowed thus, he finally sleeps. Still I watch over him, just as unwilling to sleep, my eyes and heart filled with him as he'd filled my body when we loved... as if it were our last night together... or our first. Now I'm home. *** If you hear my prayer, I'll be waiting for you there at the end of the night -- K. Matheson *** NewMessage: