Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in Facing the Music

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Facing the Music

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in Facing the Music
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Rand got the notice she could have dinner with Roman. She hadn’t expected that. She hoped that meant his evaluation was going in a positive direction. They always ate late because of Rand’s off schedule. She wanted to rush, but she knew that would make more work for her later.

She changed into a skirt and blouse, one Roman always said he liked, then picked up a tray from the mess and made her way to his temp quarters. She was nervous. She missed him, she was worried about him, but she also knew he was upset with her. Even if he didn’t say so, she knew him well enough. She couldn’t have made any other choice though.

The security officer and nurse checked the tray when she pressed the chime, and then let her enter.

Yeoman Rand

Roman was playing his violin when she arrived. It was a heartfelt, sad, almost conflicted melody. When he heard the door open, he turned, and immediately set the instrument down, took the tray from Rand, set it on the table, and hugged her tightly. “Miranda.”

~ Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

The melody was emotionally moving and gave more than a hint to his internal landscape, but Rand was glad to hear him playing. Pipkin was laying at the corner of the bed listening.

She went into his arms easily. The sound of her name in his voice was the sweetest caress. She held onto him tightly. “Roman.” The power of her trained voice was able to convey everything she felt in two simple syllables. Her love, concern, worry, hope, loneliness, relief, loyalty, and devotion.

Yeoman Rand

Roman leaned his head on her. “I love you.” He said softly. He sighed against her as if finally home after a long trip.

~ Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

“I love you too.” She could only pray he believed that. That he wouldn’t give up on her, them, or himself. He deserved love and a home and a family.

Her arms slipped up over his shoulders and behind his neck. She pressed her face into the hollow of his throat and held him.

Yeoman Rand