Posted by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice-Commander, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) in Safe Harbors

Posted by Lieutenant Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Safe Harbors

Posted by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice-Commander, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) in Safe Harbors
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Sharah had the most important things she needed, and it wasn’t like she couldn’t stop and get whatever she wanted from a merchant on her way home. Or tell the computer and it would be delivered. But there were personal things she wanted though, and as she stood staring at the dresser drawer she realized a week’s worth of uniforms wasn’t quite the same as a week’s worth of normal everyday clothes. She slipped into a pair of jeans and soft cotton, off the shoulder shirt. Plus the plants she had back in her apartment had to be cared for. She couldn’t just leave them. She also had her next appointment with Korczak. It was her day off, so she’d have time.

She made her way upstairs, and it was quiet. Yavia was at practice and she could feel TK in his studio. She didn’t want to bother him, but she thought she should at least tell him she was going out incase he went looking for her later. She walked through the den and over to the door and knocked softly. “Umm…Charles, I’m going out…I’ll probably…be gone awhile.”

Sharah

There was a brief moment of silence and then the door opened. Charles was in jeans and barefoot with no shirt on. His hands were covered in a bright array of colorful specks of paint, and some had gotten on his chest. In one hand was a paint brush,in the other a painter’s palate covered in bright colors. He smiled at Sharah and said “Hey! Ok, no worries. I’ll be here if you need me. Just call and I’ll come a’runnin’.” and he chuckled.

Tenkiller

Oh he looked good like that. Slightly disheveled, boyish happiness, and all male. Sharah shook her head and grinned, “Oh I know you will. Just…” her grin turned slightly mischievous, “make sure you put clothes on. Don’t think you wanna go running around the fleet barracks in your birthday suit.” She kissed him, attempting to avoid the paint splatters.

Sharah

He laughed and said “Naw… this show-” and he stepped back and did a slow turn with his arms stretched out and a grin on his face, “- is just for you and V. I promise no nude streaking through Fleet facilities.”

Tenkiller

Sharah let out a slow wolf whistle as he turned. “Oh that’s good, because I think Yavia’s bat might get a little too much practice if you did.” She stepped back before she decided distraction with him was better than doing what she needed to do. “Shoo,” she waved him back into his studio, “or I might not let you get back to it.”

Sharah

He grinned and turned to walk back into the studio. He stopped at the door and looked at her. “You got this, Sharah. I believe in ya. But if you need me, just call. Love ya, gorgeous.” and he winked at her and walked back the piece he was working on, humming softly.

Tenkiller

His words made her unfathomably happy. He and Yavia both, kept telling her that over and over. Eventually, Sharah would be able to remind herself of those things. She left out the front door, choosing to walk and think, rather than take the car service.

After their dinner date, things had gotten much harder as the noise and storms returned, seemingly with a vengeance. Sharah had become withdrawn, losing that playfulness and flirtatiousness (it was there, just buried so deeply it couldn’t breathe or see the light of day). She wasn’t as severe withdrawn as she had been before. But it was quite obvious now how much it took out of her. She spent a lot of time in her room, the need to be still, to decompress, the feeling of the plants growing in the soil above her became a haven. Sometimes she closed the door, a lot of times she left it open. It was a small gesture, but some days it was the only one she could make to ensure they knew she wasn’t hiding or shutting them out. She didn’t sleep well and so had tried sleeping in her room because she didn’t want to wake them. That had been totally unacceptable to both Yavia and Charles, and surprisingly (to Sharah anyway) she slept better being next to them. Sometimes it was so bad all she could do was cry, others were easy and she was present and active and lively in their combined life. But always she was worn down and tired. Things were also different, with her, with her condition, and she couldn’t quite put her finger on how.

These thoughts bounced around in her head as she walked. She was surprised to already find herself a block from her old apartment. Wasn’t that strange? It was her old apartment. The line was short at the coffee stand, and remembering the last time she was there she seriously considered not getting a hot chocolate, but it was an indulgence, and she wasn’t quite ready to return yet.

Sharah