USS Asimov
Tennessee, Earth - Home Sweet Home
Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Tennessee, Earth - Home Sweet Home
Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Federation Security Agent) in Tennessee, Earth - Home Sweet Home
Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Tennessee, Earth - Home Sweet Home
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“As long as it doesn’t involve moonshine, we’re probably doing pretty good,” Shara quipped as she nestled her head against his. “Promise me it’s going to be okay?” she whispered. Today had been a lot… for everyone. But not so unlike that moment after visiting Faye in the brig and telling her she had been the one to help her escape from that Tal Shiar prison cell, everything felt off-kilter and she was struggling to find her footing. But Micah’s presence was solid and steady and she could admit to herself she needed that more than ever right now.
~Shara & Nadine
Micah held her close and said “Honey… Sha… I love you more than air. And I promise you that I will do everything in my power to make sure this is all ok. Now… let’s go to bed. And for once, I won’t put these moves on ya before hand.” and he grinned and clapped and did the worst impression of a burlesque dancer ever.
Micah
“Be still my heart,” she deadpanned before moving back to her trunk. Grabbing one item, she closed the lid and after a brief hesitation, didn’t lock it. There were no dangerous secrets in there, after all, just a life no one other person knew about. Yet.
She flung the brightly watercoloured blue scarf around her neck- it clashed horribly with her sundress- and proceeded towards and up the stairs. “So.. Risa. So one of my contacts I had for an assignment was on Risa and wouldn’t talk to anyone else. Now, he’d known me as a dancer named Candy Cane from Spaartag Four. Long red hair to my waist. So I had no real choice but to show up as Candy and next thing I know I’m the feature entertainment…”
A little while later, a text message from Faye was delivered to Shara. I was upset and confused, and I’m sorry if I was hurtful. I called Nadine. She’s really nice and we’ll be talking more. I even told her it was okay to come to the wedding. She looks like your döppleganger, you know. Had to do a double-take. I love you. ~Faye
Long after Micah had gotten the rest of the story about Risa and how she came to have such a lovely scarf (there was a high stakes poker game and a case of mistaken identity used to her advantage involved), Shara had finally fallen asleep. But she woke, as often she did at some random point in the night. No nightmare, just.. awake. So she padded down the stairs to grab a glass of water and out of habit checked her messages. She smiled. Gods she loved that girl. She knew full well Faye still didn’t get how much progress she had made in the last couple of years, but it was extraordinary. The Faye from before the Tal Shair would never have apologized first. Never. Her temper burned hot but held long lasting embers unless something out them out. Finally it was Faye herself who was putting them out. And each time she thought she couldn’t be any prouder of her second-born child, Faye went and proved her wrong. Well, and good.
~Shara
Micah’s eyes stayed closed and his breathing regular as Shara got up and went downstairs. He didn’t move, didn’t follow… she was still processing and, like him, alone time was necessary. He listened to the water fill the glass, the chirp of a messages being opened, the sigh of relaxation from Shara. He smiled to himself and made one single, silent movement… he opened the window at the head of the bed enough the sounds of the night forest could be heard and the cool night air came in.
“I love you, wife.” he said normally, just loud enough she could hear it, and he went right back to sleep.
Micah