Her Duty Begins

The Woman and The Memories

The Scottish male seemed surprised to see that someone had teleported in Spock's arms and they didn't look all too well. "You found her" he stated, with a hint of question. Spock had taken Juliet quite quickly from the transporter room to the medical bay, he wasn't going to waste any time. Jim inhaled slowly. "Yes we did. Oliver won't be coming back for awhile. I'll fill you in later, Scotty" he said rather quickly before chasing after Spock, he had stepped into the room shortly after the half Vulcan had. Jim's gaze fell upon Bones who was climbing to his feet.

"That blasted boy. I'll kill him next time he does that" he mumbled, Bones didn't mean it, he was just angry that Oliver had done the same nerve pinch on him that Spock could do. "Well, how about you help out his mother and be mad at him when he returns" he stated. Bones sighed. "You aren't giving me a choice are you?" He asked rhetorically, moving towards Spock and taking Juliet from him, soon enough he moved towards a free bed, placing her down. "Juliet? Can you hear me?" He called out.

No response came from the Welsh woman, he pulled out a device of his and hovered it over the woman. A sudden sound came from the bed that Faith was on, it was one of irritation, she sat up slowly and rubbed her head, noticing Oliver had indeed vanished made her a little mad, well not a little, a lot actually. "Where is he!? I'm going to hit him!" She shouted. Jim stepped into the room heading towards Juliet. Spock inhaled and he approached Faith. "Oliver departed from us" he answered calmly despite wanting to punch a wall.

Faith's eyebrows narrowed. "What? Where'd he go?" She asked. A voice suddenly came from Juliet though. "The war" she said faintly, apparently only having heard Faith's voice before she went quiet again. Faith went silent. She didn't know Oliver even had to go to a war. Despite how much he talked, sometimes the Harkness lad was really saying nothing. Faith turned her head towards Juliet tilting her head to the side, Spock turned her head towards her too. Juliet inhaled in and out quite quickly. "Oh no. They're going to appear. It can feel it, agh..." She stated, her eyes widened and her back arched briefly before she dropped her head, it seemed the memories had knocked her out.

The memories seemed to flood the room, not simultaneously but they appeared one after another. The first had Juliet and Jack meeting, the two were laughing and smiling together, it soon vanished and in place stood Juliet crying hysterically, Jack was hugging her while looking sad. "My baby! I lost my baby!" She screamed in a high pitched tone. Juliet was gripping onto the front of Jack's coat tightly. Faith could just see the pain in her voice in that memory and had to keep herself together by holding onto her father's hand tightly.

That memory soon vanished and in place stood one where Juliet was pregnant again and this time Oliver was there, small and not understanding the whole idea about how pregnancy occurs. "So... I'm getting baby sister?" He asked. Juliet giggled. "I think you mean getting a baby sister, Olly-boop" she answered. The young Harkness had his ear up against her baby bump just listening to the sound of the baby moving inside. He seemed to do that a lot. He'd picked that up from Jack, the whole listening thing. "Isn't Mummy scared?" He asked. Juliet shook her head and she took Oliver's hand within her own. "No Olly, Mummy isn't because she has her brave boy" she stated.

A smile came across the small boy's face which seemed to make Juliet smile, it was such an innocent smile, she loved that he'd not been corrupted. He was a normal boy in this moment. Oliver lifted his gaze. "I'm scared Mummy. I don't wanna mess up" he admitted. Juliet moved her other hand to her the top of her son's head and began to play with his short brown hair, which was somewhat messy. "You won't. You'll be the best brother" she stated with a small before kissing his forehead.

Faith had found herself smiling at such a sight, Jim was too. Spock had found himself intrigued. The memory suddenly changed to on where Juliet was dying and Oliver was holding her with everything he had. The small Harkness boy was crying, heavily. "No, no. Stay. Mummy, please. I need you" he pleaded, placing one hand on her stomach as an attempt to slow the bleeding. The other arm was holding her up. Juliet shook her hand. "Just... Just hold me. Oliver. You have to know..." She stated, her fate had been decided. Oliver however had his hand still on had wound.

"No. Don't. Don't say it. Please" he pleaded again. Faith couldn't handle seeing Oliver pleading for a life she knew would be taken from him. Faith buried her head into her father's side. Jim and Bones were just staring at the sight, the two were crying also but not nearly as much as Faith. It did pain them though. It was hurting Spock too but he'd not show it. No. Juliet inhaled in a shallow tone. "I have to... Thank you, for the best eight years with you" she stated. Oliver was crying heavily by this point. "Please... There can be more... Just hold on..." He said in between sobs. Juliet was almost done, her blood having moved around her and Oliver by this point. "Oliver..." She was going to say more until just stopped moving, her eyes were wide and Oliver was crying hysterically over her, holding her face next to his chest. "Muuuuuuum!" He screamed, the fact he'd screamed showed how much it was hurting him.

The last memory suddenly vanished. Faith was still crying and heavily now. Jim was plastered to that one spot. Bones had brought himself to move but just enough to bring an oxygen onto Juliet's face. Spock had decided to pull himself and Faith from the room and the two had headed off to their quarters. Jim eventually moved and then it dawned on him why Oliver didn't speak of the way or in detail of how she died, it hurt too much. Jim soon left the room and headed to his own quarters. Bones placed his hands over his face and he inhaled slowly. "Oh Oliver... You should've said..." He muttered. Looking after Juliet was going to be much more difficult than they would've thought.