USS Manhattan
Cochrane's Quarters- Loose Threads
Faye walked silently beside her mother, leading the way to the Deck Two. It was a strangely comfortable silence and while Faye wasn’t entirely sure what to make of that, she was glad for the quiet. Anything other than the idle chit chat that was meaningless. Though, on the other hand, that was probably better than her mother trying to connect more. Her brain hadn’t quite caught up with the fact that the later she had pondered would (presumably) actually happen, and that meant that there could be a time when her mother and her would actually sit down and properly talk. Without a forcefield between them, of course. Approaching Cochrane’s quarters, she wasn’t entirely sure if she was glad for that opportunity or disconcerted by it.
Reaching the door she stood in front of it and it was as if her body was suddenly moving through water. She didn’t want to go int there. She didn’t want to see him. Not yet. Was it to much to ask? She wasn’t sure.
As if sensing her hesitancy, her mother reached out and pressed the chime instead.
~The Calloways