Posted by Lieutenant Helena Laursen (Helm/Nagivation Officer) in Memory: End of First Year Training Mission

Posted by Captain Marceau Renault (Commanding Officer) in Memory: End of First Year Training Mission

Posted by Lieutenant Helena Laursen (Helm/Nagivation Officer) in Memory: End of First Year Training Mission
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Kenson passed him back his pack when he sat. Helena met his gaze when he came in, silently wondering if he was okay. He’d tell her later if he wanted, but he wasn’t the kind to ‘kiss and tell.’ But she’d be around if he needed to talk. She had no idea how he was going to manage to see her before they left. They had to muster at 0800 and then their equipment checked and on the transports by 1000.

Helena

Marceau gave her a slight nod, a silent I’m okay, not wanting to tip off the rest of the squad that he was upset. How did he plan to see her again? He had known what he was signing up for when he said it. He’d have to get up early and see her on his way to meet up with the squad. It would likely leave him tired for the day.

When they were done packing and heading out for the night Marceau opted to leave with Helena. He told her about the fight as if she hadn’t heard, not all the details but the gist of what happened. He sighed softly, “I don’t know what to do about her. She gets… upset every time going away gets brought up.”

~ Marceau

Helena shouldered her pack and made her way up the stairs with Marceau to his room. His roommate was still out. Of course a lot of them were already bunking in different rooms preparing for tomorrow. Helena wasn’t sure what to say. “I don’t know Marceau. She and her family have lived in San Francisco her whole life. Star Fleet, the military, isn’t new to her. I think she doesn’t understand what it means though. She acts like it’s some fairy tale with a shinning white knight. But she’s forgotten that all those knights in those stories had to be pages and squires first, and trained day and night to earn the title.”

Marceau nodded, and then shook his head. He hadn’t mentioned this to Helena before. “She… She brings up my fear of flying. She asks me how I will do all these things, go away, if I am so scared of planes.” He gripped his bag tightly in his fists. “I’m really anxious over tomorrow’s flight.”

Helena squeezed his hand. “So I’ve seen the flight plans. It’s a large commercial jet we’re taking. You’ve done those, and I’ll sit with you, okay? You’re brave Marceau.” She stopped him before he said anything. “No, you really are. Bravery is doing what has to be done especially when you’re scared. Just like our flight from Boston. The flight will be fine, we’ll do it together.”

She wouldn’t let him argue. Marceau squeezed her hand back and nodded. His palms were sweaty thinking about the flight.

She sighed and sat down when they got to his room. “Lucy is sweet and smart and I’ve heard the things that she wants to do with her degree. She seems to make you happy. I adore her for being worried about you.” She grinned a little. She didn’t want to alienate Marceau by insulting Lucy. “But…what is she going to do when we get sent to Luna or Titan?” It would be even worse when they graduated. If Marceau and Lucy lasted that long. “Are you going to go see her tonight? It’s not too late, you could still get back in time for sleep. I’ll come by and make sure you’re awake and leave on time for muster?”

Helena

Marceau shook his head. “Luna, Titan, or somewhere farther away. I think she will always be upset when I have to go.” He smiled a little, “I like when she misses me.” Just not when she got upset with him because she was going to miss him. He looked at Helena and nodded. “I planned to go in the morning, but you’re right. Tonight is better.” He smiled again, a stressed and nervous smile, and said, “Merci beaucoup, Helena.”

~ Marceau

Helena grinned micheviously and batted her eyes at him in a fair approximation of Lucy. “Oh Marcy who wouldn’t miss you?” Except Helena sounded a lot more sincere. Then more seriously, “Of course you do. We all like to know there is someone who cares about us, and Lucy would be an idiot to not care about you.” She looked around, “Any last minute items to add?”

Marceau smiled and then shook his head. “No, I have everything. I don’t need to add unnecessary weight to my bag.”

“Good, now go. Spend some time with Lucy. Reassure her everything is fine and you will see her soon. Two months isn’t that long. But Marceau please make sure to get back in time for some sleep. I’ll be here at 0700, okay?”

Helena

“I will be back in time, I promise,” he said, and then he left and took public transit to Lucy’s house. She lived in down town San Francisco in a little loft apartment her parents paid for while she was in school. He knocked on the door, and within a few moments, Lucy answered and let him in. She was still wearing her sun dress.

Marceau went in with the intention of doing exactly what Helena had said. Reassure her and let her know he would be fine and back before long. But it quickly turned into another fight. Marceau hugged her as he entered and gave her a quick kiss. “See? I said I would see you before I had to go.” Lucy giggled and hugged him, kissing him back. She had already said they’d talk about it when he was back. She really didn’t mean to stress him out before he left.

“Like you promised,” she giggled, pulling him over to the little brightly colored sofa in the living room. She plopped down, her legs hanging over the sofa’s arm rest, and pulled Marceau down with her, so he was laying next-to-basically-on her on the sofa.

For twenty minutes they stayed there together, hugging, kissing, saying their goodbyes, planning all the things they’d do when he got back. Then, “We could… Just stay here, like this.” Lucy wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in close, so he was pressed up against her. “Aaalllll day.”

Marceau let out a little sigh. How many times would they go through this? Apparently it was the wrong thing to do, because suddenly there was the Great wall of China between them in body language. No longer pressed close to her Marceau felt like he was rolling off the edge of the little sofa. “Marceau…” said Lucy, in a frustrated, tired tone.

“We talked about this. And then we talked about it again. I won’t change my mind, Lucille. I have to go.” Marceau stood from the sofa. He wished it wasn’t like this, he’d wanted a nice evening before he left. Not this. “I have to go to bed. Muster is at 0800 tomorrow morning.” Marceau sighed, bent down, and kissed her on the cheek. “I hate to leave things like this… But it is like you said. We’ll talk about it when I am back.”

Lucy stood and gave him a hug and another kiss, a quick peck. It wasn’t a long, warm hug, but a quick one. “Be safe, Marcy. Call me as soon as you can, okaaaay?” She said, in that cute girly tone. Marceau smiled, “Of course I will, Lucy.” Then he headed out the door and hopped on the next bus to the academy feeling worse than before.

The whole night had turned into a giant headache and it didn’t help his anxiety surrounding tomorrow. He was feeling tired, yet restless, and more awake than he should be. He headed back into his dorm, locked the door, turned the lights off, and tried to sleep.

It was not long before he was up and pacing his room, his mind racing, both about Lucy and what happened between them and what was coming tomorrow. Maybe he’d see if Helena was still awake, and he’d talk to her until he was tired again. He decided that was a good plan and went searching for her.

~ Marceau