Rediscovery

Posted on 03 Apr 2018 @ 10:45am by Lieutenant JG Jazmin Parks

592 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Crossing Over
Location: Holodeck
Timeline: TBD

It had been a little over two weeks since she had gotten her memory back and Jazmin needed something to get her mind off everything. Of course, she had to, since she had no desire to crack under pressure. With the Black Hawk in alien space, with no foreseeable chance of returning home, she had better maintain her sanity.

Her lunch with Camila earlier had brought home just how woefully inadequate she had prepared herself. She really wanted to help Camila, and then poof, she put her foot in her mouth and kept on chewing, even after reaching her ankle. She blushed just thinking about it, there she was trying to be helpful and what did she do…made it all about herself. What SHE could do, how SHE could help. It had been so long since she had connected with anyone since Kelly’s death, that she went overboard. What must the Chief think of her?

Sharing her story about how she ended up joining Starfleet had brought up some wonderful memories, and she had definitely missed the ballet company. Dance had been something that centered her, made her focus on her body, her movements, and while she didn’t ever aspire to return to that life, she desperately that sense of control, of grace, and the feeling of being beautiful once more.

She spent over an hour stretching in her quarters, feeling the exquisite strain on her muscles and they worked and loosened and she vowed at that point to never go another day without stretching. She dressed and made her way to the holodeck, garnering appreciative stares from both male and female crewmembers, doing her best to ignore them. She was on a mission and would not be deterred. Her mind focused on her routine, running through every movement a dozen times over.

She wore a black leotard with lace three-quarter sleeves and a wide-open keyhole back, pink tights, black knitted stirrup leg warmers over pink satin pointe shoes. A pale pink georgette skirt finished her ensemble and her hair, which she had been growing longer than her customary short cut, was pulled back into a tight black braid.
As the holodeck doors closed behind her, Jazmin went to the center of the room, taking her position and a deep, steadying breath. “Computer, begin program.”

The room transformed itself into a Spanish court with noblewomen in their long gowns fanning themselves while male courtiers stood close at hand. Next to her a young man appears and as the music begins they begin their dance. Alternating between solo performances and duets, Jazmin danced, and twirled, leaped, and let the music flow through her, years of practice evident as she danced much of the performace, en pointe.

Over an hour later, the performace wound to a close and she was left alone on stage, the lights fading as she moved gracefully, her body almost afraid of the end, but allowing it to come gradually at first and then with a final flourish, ended on one knee, body posed gracefully, head tall, smiling broadly.

As the lights faded to black, Jazmin stood in the darkness, enjoying the feeling of a performance well-done. She was tired, sweaty, and almost glowing with intensity. Her doubts about herself had vanished and she looked forward to her next duty shift. She was right where she belonged, doing what she was meant to do....serving on the Black Hawk, ready to protect her fellow crewmembers.

Without looking back,she left the holodeck and headed for her quarters.

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