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Faye folded her arms on the desktop and leaned in. “In typical fashion, it was highly mixed. The lounging about and adventuring was exactly as advertised, and we wrapped up the whole thing with a bit of immersion therapy and facing trauma. You know, the usual,” she said with slightly raised brows. “I will say that there was at least one moment where I wasn’t sure if my new husband would abstain from murder. Really would have put a damper on our life as newlyweds.”

~Faye Calloway, CIO

=/\= Well, I won’t say that would have surprised me. =/\= Cochrane said with a grin. =/\= But I am happy to hear neither of you are in lock-up. I’ll have to tell the senior staff at our next meeting. We had a pool going on what would happen. =/\= and he chuckled. =/\= So to what do I owe the pleasure of the call, then? =/\=

Cochrane, CO, USS Manhattan

Her mind went instantly back to that meeting within her first hour on the ship and the stark reminder that she was somewhere new. She chewed on her lower lip and her face shifted with a flux of emotion. “Missing you, and the Manhattan,” she said softly, her eyes casting downwards for a moment before returning to gaze at Alex.

“I, um, did my debriefing about replicating my project on the Manhattan here on the Athena and it went okay. But the security chief and I had a bit of a verbal tussle. Oh did he rub me the wrong way, constantly challenging me and it just felt a bit too much like Luke. Though I only realized that after the meeting, of course. He and I will work it out, so I’m not worried about that. But the captain made a joking comment about dysfunctional family and… it hurt. He wouldn’t understand why, but every part of me wanted to scream that they weren’t me family. Not yet. And certainly it feels worse knowing that my own is scattered doing who knows what.” She hadn’t even told Alex about the cryptic message Micah had sent her- she couldn’t, not without risking people’s safety. “So I’ve been a bit overwhelmed. I even yelled at Tess!” Faye shook her head. “But Dag is here and keeping me grounded, and Tess, and I’ve got my new therapist who is a quiet little spitfire who won’t let me get away with sh!T,” she added, allowing a tiny smirk to grace her face.

~Faye Calloway, CIO

Alex looked concerned for a moment, but hearing how she was handling the adversity was reassuring and he smiled. =/\= Well… it sounds like you are handling it well. Weathering the odd storm that is life. I’m glad you have found a support network, too. And I’m sure you will come to appreciate the Athena almost as mush as the Manhattan. It will just take time. You know that. =/\=

Cochrane, CO, USS Manhattan

Faye nodded. She did know and Dag had said as much as well, but there was still a thread of unease that she couldn’t place. “How about you? How are things there? Growing anything good in your garden bed?”

~Faye Calloway, CIO

He smiled proudly and said =/\= You are looking at the proud father of a dozen assorted hot pepper plants and one rather exuberant marigold. =/\= and he laughed. =/\= And I am also proud to say that all are alive… at least for now.=/\= and he grinned. =/\=How about you? Had a chance to see where you’re going to build your next plant paradise? =/\=

Cochrane, CO, USS Manhattan

She shook her head. “Not yet. There are three arboretums, but this ship has been around several years now and they are well established. They’re green spaces for the crew and civilians, which is needed, but…” Faye shrugged. “It’s not my place to walk in and start making changes when others have already put in a bunch of hard work. I can probably grow a few things here in our quarters though. We’ve got room for a couple light gardens.” That garden on the Manhattan had been an extraordinary project and not something one just replicated. She hadn’t expected to do anything like that here either, but Faye had held a certain amount of love of pride for that space she had designed and helped build and plant. She missed it more than she could express.

~Faye Calloway, CIO

Cochrane looked at her, and she would know he could read as well as almost anyone aside from her husband. He smiled and said =/\= You know… you really should check your Command Course lesson plans. You haven’t opened it since you left. Just because you were galivanting all over the galaxy playing ‘newlywed’ doesn’t mean you get to permanently skip out on your training, Commander. =/\= and he gave her his trademark ‘I know something you don’t know.’ grin.

In her Command Course was a file named ‘Maintenance of Morale During Extended Tours’. It was blank, but had a file designed to be ran on a holodeck.

Cochrane, Co, USS Manhattan