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

Posted by Civilian Yavia Crockett (Nurse - Sacred Heart Hospital) in Safe Harbors

Posted by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice-Commander, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) in Safe Harbors
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The chime on the door rang and Charles looked up. “Holy s#!+, what time is it?” he asked as he extricate himself from Sharah’s limbs and body. He looked at the chronometer. “DAMMIT. Its 2 already?!” and he hopped out of bed and began throwing on clothes and hopping on one foot to put on his pants. He grinned at Sharah and said “Don’t… don’t move. I wanna savor that look on yer face for a minute.” and he finally managed to get his jeans on. He jumped onto he bed and crawled across and kissed her quickly and said “You sure do know how to make a guy lose track’a time.” and he kissed her again and the began heading to the front door.

Tenkiller

Sharah didn’t move for long minutes. She savored the lingering taste of lips, and his warmth that hadn’t disappated yet. His sudden departure was disappointing but thag was okay. They had lost a lot of time. But with his departure was the loss of that deeper connection. It was always there, just not always ‘on.’ That loss left her feeling like she’d been tossed back into the storm with no warning, and the thoughts and feelings of the team of workers was suddenly very loud. That wasn’t Charles’ fault or her own, just the circumstances. She laid, curled on her side, eyes closed, breathing lazily till it all settled. She let her mind follow as he made his way up the stairs and spoke with the workers. She was quiet, but every so often, he would feel her presence still with him.

After a few minutes she rolled to her back and stared up at the ceiling with a goofy grin on her face. She really should get up, but that man left her exhausted. He teased her and Yavia, but he instigated over half of it. Sharah stretched lazily before getting up, against her better wishes. She dressed, heavy but loose cargo pants, a button down shirt that she had the tails tied over her stomach and she pulled her hair back with a clip. She made her way up stairs with one of the totes and went out the back door. She scanned the yard and moved across the drive to the far side with a small cleared area before the trees that would make a decent garden bed. She set the tote down and knelt on the ground after popping the lid off and started working.

Sharah

There was a jumble of thoughts behind her: measurments, materials, tools, beer, issues with bosses… and then the thoughts stopped and she herself from behind. Specifically one part of her covered by the cargo shorts. The thoughts started to turn racy, but were suddenly interrupted by a sharp and commanding voice.

Major General Charles Tenkiller.

“Ladies and Gentlemen. The work site is here, not in my partner’s shorts. I encourage you to try and stay focused. Because while she can’t read minds… I certainly can. Eyes on the job, or I find someone else to pay. Simple instructions. Follow them.” The thoughts switched from racy to chagrined and slightly embarrassed. One stood dropped a tool box and said “Apologies. Just wasn’t expecting… well… how about we just start on this deck?” Tenkiller said “Good call.” and the crew began to do their best to completely remove Sharah from their minds.

Tenkiller

Those thoughts were never comfortable, not for Sharah. Some telepaths reveled in it, others, like Yavia, would remind her it was natrual as long as it didn’t turn dark or aggressive. Sharah knew this, and though these particular thoughts weren’t threateing they still made her uncomfortable.

And a little irritated. All she wanted to do was get these plants in the ground. They didn’t do well in pots. She should have planted them yesterday when she got home but she hadn’t.

Then Charles’ voice carried (boomed? cracked? echoed? all of the above?) across the yard, and it stopped. Well for the most part anyway. Her presence wrapped around him, gratitude and security. Sharah had never felt so understood and cherished. It moved through her, filling and healing some of the cracked and chipped pieces of her soul. Out in the yard she continued to work as if she had no idea what was going on near the house.

One of the guys elbowed the man worken next to him, “So do you think that is really his partner or is he just watching out for the hot gardener?”

“You really wanna be the one to find out?”

The man glanced back at the woman on the far side of the yard, “If she’s really single, yeah!” Then he glanced toward the Major General to see if he noticed his glance. Was the man really a telepath? “No…nevermind.”

Sharah

Oh, but the Major General had noticed. He walked slowly over to the crew and he stopped by the man who really wanted to know if Sharah was single. “Hey, bud…” he said in a friendly manner as he laid his hand on the man’s shoulder. “You wanna know if she is single? Even after I told you that she was my partner?” His fingers expertly found the nerve bundle at the junction of shoulder and neck and he squeezed. The man’s arm felt like it was filled with lightning for a split second before going numb down to his finger tips. “Leave. Her. Alone. Ok? I’m not asking.. I’m telling. Just be done. Don’t look, don’t talk, don’t glance… don’t even think about her. She does not exist in your world. She is wholly and completely removed from your reality as of right… now.” and he released the pressure and pain shot through the arm again before subsiding to hot tingling. The whole process was calm and quiet. The only one to know that anything was amiss was his ‘friend’s, who had wisely stayed silent. It was a good paying job, and he wasn’t about to blow it because his work-buddy was an idiot.

Tenkillet stood up and said kind of loudly “Yeah, thats a great idea. I like that. Go ahead and go with that. Thanks.” He turned away as the others looked at him and the man rubbing his the feeling back into his hand. “Your guy here suggested staining the wood a dark amber with cherry. I like it. Twll your boss I okay’d the change.” He looked down and patted the man on the shoulder. “Good job.” and he turned and walked back tot he front of the house.

No more thoughts of that nature came Sharah’s way, but there was an elevated level of fear from two of the workers.

Tenkiller

Sharah worked quietly. Everything she needed was in the tote. The ground was good soil, but hard packed and Sharah worked at breaking it up. She reminded herself their thoughts, their emotions were just noise. Part of the static. She needn’t have bothered, their thoughts were effectively turned. Before she had Charles and Yavia she would have retreated inside because she was uncomfortable. Here she felt secure and sure of herself. She stayed until she was finished, enjoying the work.

That was until she headed back inside and was suddenly wrapped in a giant bear hug and lifted off her feet by a very stout and beefy Bajoran man. “Dr. Fayth!” She was set back in her feet very carefully when the work got quiet. “Sorry. I just…well…thank you. Just isn’t enough.”

Sharah stepped back catching her balance from the over exuberant sudden wash of happy but tumultuous emotions. “Karajl,” she smiled, “How are Malvana and Fylaza?”

The man stood a little straighter, “Wonderful. Malvana is better now that Fylaza is home. Her pediatrician said Fylaza is perfectly healthy now and she is starting to roll over.” He looked up, “I have to get back to it, but I had to thank you.” He hurried away and Sharah slipped inside the house.

Sharah

Charles sat inside at the kitchen island and gave her an arched eyebrow look. “There I go spending my time instilling the fear of some god into them, and you come along and undermine it by giving out hugs.” and then he laughed. “Friend ‘a yours?” he asked as he took a drink of water.

Tenkiller

“I did not hug him. He hugged me.” She wasn’t thrilled about the hug either, the invasion of her personal boundries. Given the overwhelming gratitude she couldn’t be angry. “And they aren’t terrified of some god, they are terrified of you.” She walked over to the counter and slipped between him and the counter and into his arms. “Do you remember that surgery Yavia assisted with about a month ago? The baby girl? You took Yavia to the hotel after?” Sharah knew about that, everyone knew about that. “That was Fylaza’s father, Karajl. She got to go home two weeks ago. He wanted to thank me.” Sharah didn’t want thanks, wasn’t comfortable with it. “So maybe, since he wasn’t being vulgar or trying to ask me out, you could not mess with the nerves in his arm? He has a baby to hold when he gets home.” Then she looked at him, seriously, “Thank you,” she waved back toward the door, “for making it better.”

Sharah

He smiled softly and said “Of course. Thats my job. And it is a labor of love, trust me.” He kissed her and then looked around. “Where is V? I haven’t seen or heard from her in hours.”

Tenkiller

Sharah’s gaze turned distant listening for her. “Not here.” She looked around. The last time she had seen her, Yavia was at the table going over the sketches for the greenhouse. Sharah walked over to the table and picked up a piece of paper.

Sharah, TK,
I went to see about some details for the greenhouse. My secret! I will be back later and I’ll bring dinner.
Love,
Yavia/V

She handed him the note and laughed quietly, “I guess we’re all on our own for a bit.”

Sharah

He shrugged and said “So we are. Well… do you need to shower after the planting? I can whip us up something to drink while you do if you like.”

Tenkiller

Sharah looked down at herself and grinned, “I should do that. I brought half the yard in with me.” She kissed his cheek and then headed down the stairs and toward her room. She was going to have to unpack at some point.

She stood in the doorway of her room for several minutes and just looked. An idea she had had for a long time, even before she came to Oed solidifying into something more tangible. She grinned. That was a project for after. First she needed a shower.

Sharah

Charles watched her and made sure she could feel the joy he got in watching her. Not just the lecherous feelings, either. But the joy he had in just knowing she was there… in the house… and making it her home. He then shook his head as images of her in the shower made sitting a more difficult task, so he stood and walked outside to check on the builders.

Charles was amazing and wonderful and was slowly, along with Yavia, building solid ground beneath her. Sharah didn’t really notice yet, she just knew she felt safe, even from herself, when he was around. His thoughts made her blush, and turn the water just a tad colder.

It may have been the fee he was paying for expedited service… or it may have been the severity of his rebuke to the unwanted gave and attentions of rhe one worker. Either way, the crew was making quick work of the new deck. Forms had been dug and filled with Permanente and the main upright supports were already in and ready. Boards of synthesized wood were stacked and ready to be laid, and the power for the inset lights, hot run, and kitchen were being readied. Tenkiller was impressed. And he did feel a bit bad about the young man and his Sharah fixation. He really couldn’t blame him. She was, after all, one of the most stunningly beautiful women he had ever seen. He chuckled to himself and thought Ha! If V had been here ‘helping’ Sharah, that poor boy’s head woulda just vaporized. and he smiled. “Hey! Y’all are doing great job! Tell ya what… you all get this done and ready by evenin’ time, and I’ll invite ya to stick around and help me break in that there new grill. Burgers and beer for everybody. Sound good?” and the crew all smiled and a fee said “Yes, sir! Thank you!” and the work paced seemed to increase more than a little, even as attention to detail became a bit more focused, too.

Tenkiller

Sharah hoped she was wearing something less enticing when she pulled on loose yoga pants and a soft knit sweater. She didn’t intend to go outside again, but the walls were nothing but windows. She moved the last of the pots and flowers down into her room. She sat at the computer, but the sound of the work outside sent her back to her room as she keyed up the comms. There was no answer though. Sharah hadn’t accounted for the time, and it was middle of the night in Betazed. She disconnected quickly. She would try again later, so she got to work unpacking.

Sharah

It was a couple of hours later when a car, from the service TK paid for, pulled into and around the drive to stop short. Yavia looked out the window and laughed. TK got to work fast. The driver got out and walked around to open the door for her. Her legs appeared first and then she stood, all grace and fluid movement, er perpetual mischievous smile in place and bald head that immediately identified her as Deltan to every person working in the yard. She bent over reaching back into the car and then stood, two boxes of pizza and a case of beer in her hands. The driver wasn’t sure if he should walk with her or not. She turned her head and winked at him, “It’s alright Kylvim. I got this.” He thought the Major General might have his head, as the sound of work suddenly died as Yavia made her way toward the door. Ms Crockett wasn’t even trying, she just caused that reaction. Yavia laughed, “I don’t think I brought enough pizza and beer.”

Yavia

Tenkiller appeared and said “Hun, if you don’t drop that off and go inside, I don’t think they’ll ever finish.” He looked at the crew, and a wicked thought occurred to him. He walked up to Yavia and said “Welcome home.” and kissed her in front of the crew. He then said softly “Sharah was gardening earlier. In shorts. And was bent over her plants. I had to have words with one of them. And told them she was my partner.” and he smiled mischievously.

Tenkiller

She went to move into the house, “Well we can’t have that.” Yavia, unaware of the previous goings on kissed him back with total abandon. The deck got even more quite. She laughed and whispered in his ear. “TK, you are a wicked wicked man. That’s sexy.” Yavia smirked pressing a kiss just below his ear. “Oh no…is she alright? That couldn’t have been comfortable for her.”

“We got it handled.” he said softly.

She slid past him toward the door and looked back and made sure they all saw her wink at him.

Yavia
He looked back at the open mouths and said “Yeah… now you know why we need a whole section just for the hot tub.” and he casually walked back into the house.

Tenkiller

Yavia set the beer and pizza down and then reached into her back pocket and passed him a micro PaDD with a list of names. “Sharah was… hesitating about the green house. So, I took care of it. I figured you needed to run their names first.” Among them were a construction crew, architect, and most notably The Artist Eryn and her security detail.

Yavia

TK looked at the list and said “An architect? Really think we need one of those? And whats with the artist? V… where did all this come from? I mean, I want Sharah to have a place to grow and stuff… but can’t we just get the stuff and hire a crew to put it together?”

Tenkiller

“I don’t know,” she laughed, self-consciously. “I mean, I have never built anything. I have no idea what we do or don’t need. I can’t draw worth a crap, and you were working on that,” she waved out the window, “and Sharah…well she…said we shouldn’t go to all the trouble. And I don’t want some crazy sketch of mine to be wrong and the whole thing fall apart on her head.” She grabbed a drink and opened it. “And the artist…is just a surprise for Sharah, from me.” She took a drink, “I have the credits, for all of it, but I don’t know how to do it.”

Yavia

TK laughed and said “Oh, hun… you’d never make it on a farm or a ranch.” and he kissed her cheek. “Listen, your sketch was fine. We can smooth out the rough spots and then I can help you. It would be better if it all came from you, anyway. C’mon. You can take off all yer clothes in the studio and try to distract me with greenhouse drawings.” and he laughed as he took her hand.

Tenkiller

Yavia turned an embarrassed shade of red. “I could learn....I think,” and she laughed. Yavia had never been on a farm, ranch, or whatnot. Not even to visit, but it sounded like a lot of work, but also wonderful. She knew that was how both TK and Sharah grew up. Around those two she felt like she had missed out on some vital life experiences, but she was glad she had that to share. She followed him into the studio. “Are you sure from me? It was your idea originally, and Sharah really likes that she can share that connection to Nature with you.” V didn’t want to take that from them. They all had their own special connections and they were beautiful, and nothing to be jealous of. But even as she asked, she was already stripping her clothes off. “If you get paint on me again, that’s all I am wearing the rest of the day.”

Yavia

TK watched her strip and said “Oh, that would make the crew even less productive. But it would lead to a proper breaking in of the hot tub, though.” He laughed and then said “Whenever you are done being an exhibitionist, show me the drawing. And I swear to all my ancestors… if you start something we will not get this done.”

Tenkiller

Yavia laughed, “Hey now, you are the one that told me to strip. Every once in awhile you deserve to have what you ask for.” Yavia reached down and pulled a piece of paper out of the pants pocket and walked over to him. “I won’t start a thing, but you have to exercise your own self control. Here.” She handed it to him and then grabbed a smock and pulled it on, her eyes dancing.

Yavia

TK looked and smiled. “Hun… this is really good. I like it. Yeah… we just need to smooth some things out. Ok, help me out here.” and he began to point at parts of the sketch and ask questions about what she was trying to do. He erased and made some corrections, but not many, and generally just made the picture more legible… all the while trading between drawing and patting her bare buttocks.

Tenkiller

Yavia laughed every time his hand went places that weren’t the sketch, but she didn’t do a thing to him. She answered his questions. She was mostly trying to make it blend with the tree line, make it look wild and natural. Give Sharah a little of that feel that she was searching for. Inside…the surprise was going to be a metal and glass sculpture that would work as a water feature for the green house, and it would look like a large version of Hope.

Yavia

“I really love this, V. Sharah is gonna pee her pants when she sees it. You did great.” He turned to her and grinned and said “Now you have a choice. Go get ahold of this artist and commission the work… or we can do some work of our own over there on that canvas.”

Tenkiller

V raised those elegant brows at him, her gaze traveling over him to the canvas and back. “Why do you think her name is on the list? I already commissioned the work. I had to make sure it could be done. So there really is no choice to be made.” Then she kissed him in a completely distracting way.

Yavia

It was less than an hour later as they both got dressed, and TK looked at V and said “Oh, hey. I forgot to tell ya this today.” And he looked at her smiled. “I love ya, V. You make me really happy.” and he pulled on his shirt.

Tenkiller

V grinned, a wholly content and happy expression. She shrugged back into her shirt. She rested her hands on his bare chest as he pulled his shirt on, and when his face reappeared she hugged him and kissed him deeply. That Deltan I love you coursing between them. “I love you too. And I mean I thought I was happy before I met you, but then I found out I had no idea what happy was. And then we found Sharah.”

“So what’s up with the workers? Do I need to get more pizza? Because for some reason I am starving and can probably eat both by myself.”

Yavia