Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Cochrane’s Quarters- Loose Threads

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in 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

The door slid open silently. There was no sound coming from the room but a voice said “Enter.” It was Cochrane’s voice, and it wasn’t happy.

Shara waited till Faye made the first step and discreetly followed behind her, more out of encouragement than anything. Faye took a few steps in adn just stopped, eyes cast slightly downwards.

The Captain was seated at the desk to the far side of the room, his back to a corner. Two chairs had obviously been dragged from the seating are to in front of the desk. As the two Calloways entered, he simply pointed to the chairs and continued tapping on the desk interface.

Shara gave a nod and very gently tapped Faye’s elbow to draw her attention. They both sat without a word. It was hard for Shara to resist the urge to be motherly at the moment, but part of gauging the current situation was allowing Faye herself to figure out where she was at mentally and emotionally. Though as she watched Faye for a moment, she could see her daughter subtly pressing the nail of her forefinger into the pad of her thumb in a slow repetition.

After a few moments, he stopped what he was doing and looked up at them. “First and foremost… Faye. How are you doing? Are you all right, Lieutenant?” he asked with some concern.

Cochrane, CO

All right? Was she all right? She managed to come out of the whole thing physically intact, though not perfectly unharmed. But hey beggars can’t be choosers and all that. Though she lifted her head slightly, her eyes did not meet Alex’s. “Just peachy…” she said dryly.

~The Calloways