Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Counsellor’s Office- The Requirements of Healing

Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Counsellor’s Office- The Requirements of Healing

Posted by Lieutenant Patrick ‘Paddy’ McMillan (CNS) in Counsellor’s Office- The Requirements of Healing
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Shara pressed her hands into her thighs. “It depends, but it’s usually some version of someone I care about being in danger and either I’m too late to help them, or forced to do something I don’t want to. For a really long time it centered around Faye, but lately it has expanded to including my husband and eldest daughter.” Shara hadn’t mentioned having a second child and it wasn’t in her official record.

~Shara Calloway, CIO

“I wasn’t aware you had a second child, was there a reason you wanted to keep that to yourself until now?”

-Lieutenant Patrick McMillan: Counsellor-

Shara drew in a deep breath. “She’s not on my official record because I was sixteen when I had her and gave her up for adoption. We only met a little while ago, before I came to the Asimov. And this knowledge is not something I want many people to know until this mission is over. She didn’t ask for a birth mother who was mixed up in classified and risky business and I won’t endanger her by telling every person I know she exists.”

~Shara Calloway, CIO

Paddy leaned in, “As understandable of a decision that is, the emotional strain you must go through knowing that you have a daughter out there must be difficult, did you know much about her before you met up with her?”

-Lieutenant Patrick McMillan: Counsellor-

Shara shook her head, feeling that strange feeling that would creep up now and again when she thought of the baby she named Lila, whose name was now Nadine. “Nothing. My husband was the one to reach out to her after learning that she had been looking for her birth mother. I legally wasn’t allowed because it had been a closed adoption. So Micah went out to see her while we were on Earth and make sure it was all legit, and then she came to stay with us. Until then I knew nothing more than that one month I had with her when I was sixteen.” She broke into soft smile. “But she’s a wonderful person and I’m so glad she’s in my life again, as complicated as that made everything. You have to understand that no one in my life knew about her. Not my late husband, not my daughter Faye. It wasn’t until I confessed her existence to Micah that I had ever spoken about her.”

~Shara Calloway, CIO

“The memories you could make with her now will have a positive impact going forward. Maybe, where you can, you should try and stay in more regular contact.” Paddy could see he was getting somewhere here.

-Lieutenant Patrick McMillan: Counsellor-

Shara broke into a bitter laugh that lasted quite a few moments. “Oh trust me, Counsellor, I had intended to do just that, but then Starfleet had other plans and we’ve been forced to not have any outside contact and I have to trust that she won’t believe anything she sees or hears about us. Because she knows my past as a rebel and quite frankly it’s not outside the realm of possibility for me to have done what we’re doing willingly. I had promised her that I would be around for her now, but it’s now a promise broken and I can do sh!t all but deal with it.”

~Shara Calloway, CIO

‘Do you think now that we’re upstanding again you’d like to bring her aboard?’

-Lieutenant Patrick McMillan: Counsellor-

Shara gave him a bemused look. “Bring your kid to work day?” She shrugged. “Nadine is a grown woman. If she wants to come for a visit, she can, anytime. But I will get to spend time with her and my other daughter and son-in-law soon. It’ll be the first time we’ve all seen each other since Faye’s wedding.”

~Shara Calloway, CIO

“Do you often think it would be nicer if the gaps between your time together weren’t so large?”

-Lieutenant Patrick McMillan: Counsellor-

Shara shrugged. “My daughter Faye and her husband are also Starfleet officers, and Nadine is on Earth. Our situation is what it is, Counsellor. And given we just spent seven months hiding from the Federation while undercover, I can’t exactly go back and wish differently, now can I?” she said, her bitterness seeping into every syllable.

~Shara Calloway, CIO

“You don’t have to go back though, you could make a positive change for the future. Maybe once we’re near a Starbase again, you could make contact, bring Faye aboard the Asimov for a week or two.”

-Lieutenant Patrick McMillan: Counsellor-

She chuckled. “Faye doesn’t need to come here, though she’s free to if she wants. Nadine, if free to, but she has her own life.” Shara exhaled. “We’ll get to spend time altogether as a family once Micah and I head out for our leave. That’s the plan. We’ll corral the kids and hopefully work through all the various emotions that are going to come with this. Because I made a promise I had to promptly break. And that is only a piece of why I was having all the nightmares again. Why this damn mission was so difficult for me. I get that a lot of people on this ship think I must live and breathe for missions like that, but I really don’t. I have exceptional skills that I employ for an outcome. No more, no less. It’s just that my work was always messier and more morally complicated than most Starfleet personnel like to think about. They don’t want to know what people like me did day in and day out. It makes them uncomfortable.”

~Shara Calloway, CIO

“Sometimes sacrifices we make come at the cost of relationships, but it comes to something when we’re unable to rebuild those bridges. If I may be so bold, I think a session with Faye and Nadine along with you may prove more beneficial than you realise.”

-Lieutenant Patrick McMillan: Counsellor-

“Family therapy,” she said dryly. It wasn’t that she was opposed, but her relationship with each daughter and the issues that went along with them were vastly different.

She cast her gaze elsewhere in the room. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

~Shara Calloway, CIO

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