Bittersweet did not begin to explain the feeling as the shuttle carried them away from the place she had called home. A brief stop at Event Horizon Station to both stock up on a few things for their journey and for her to say goodbye, and soon Faye Calloway and her new husband were about to enter the wormhole for the last time. It was highly unlikely either of them would be back this way aside from an emergency that had Faye recalled back to the Delta Quadrant. The likelihood of that happening was rather small and she had left the team she had trained behind with (hopefully) everything they needed in order to handle any emergency that cropped up for the Manhattan’s and Event Horizon’s data security. She couldn’t worry about it anymore, though it didn’t mean she wouldn’t on occasion.

Beyond work, Faye had said farewell to more people than she ever dreamed she’d have a need to. It went without saying that her acerbic and sometimes abrasive demeanour rubbed many people the wrong way, but the strangest thing had happened on the Manhattan: coupled with the hard personal work she had engaged in, people had taken the time to see through her shell and understand the core of who she was. It was all summed up on the t-shirt she wore beneath her leather jacket that said: I have a good heart, but this mouth! ** It was funny, but true.

But the thing that made all these changes necessary and bearable was the large green-skinned man next to her. She called dibs on piloting thought the wormhole (needing to mark the occasion somehow), though they were going to take turns, spelling each other off and serving as co-pilot when needed. Both in flight and in life. Faye grinned at Daggum, that rare contentedness flooding through her again that told her that everything was exactly as it should be.

A fluffy grey tail brushed her leg and she looked down to see her grey-point empathic ragdoll mix cat, Tess, who took Faye’s brief pat as an invitation to jump into her lap, blocking her view of the console. “So you want to be co-pilot too, huh?” Tess bumped her hand, and Faye reflexively scratched behind an ear and along that feline’s jaw.

=/\=Shuttle Baret, you’re cleared for wormhole entry. Safe journey.=/\=

Faye smiled. =/\=Acknowledged, Event Horizon. Try to keep yourselves out of trouble. You do not want me having to come back here. You know I’ll give you a piece of my mind in that case.=/\=

A chuckle sounded over the comm =/\=We’ll keep that in mind, Commander. Event Horizon, out.=/\=

This was it. Time to leave the Delta Quadrant. “Ready, Dag?” she asked, taking a deep breath.

~Faye Calloway, Honeymooner