Posted by Lieutenant Commander Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Between the Fire and the Aftermath

Posted by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice Commandant, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) in Between the Fire and the Aftermath

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Between the Fire and the Aftermath
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It was somewhere in the early hours before dawn. Sharah wasn’t exactly sure. She had to get some sleep before her official shift actually started. She could have easily fallen asleep on the couch in her office, but she wanted to home.

Abigail had finally fallen asleep. Eraras had done a good job with her injuries. Abigail had at least, finally, with Charles’ insistence, agreed to be treated. Korczak had gone to talk to her. Sharah had hoped it would help, but Abigail had only been agitated and insist he leave. Sharah had put in a request to speak to Jal’na about mediation, but she was unavailable. She would stop by and see her in the morning. Abigail was finally asleep and resting. Sharah left strict instructions to call her when Abigail woke, and she would come directly back. No one would bother Abigail in the security ward and the police standing by the door.

Abigail was hurting in so many ways, and she wanted to help the other woman. It was a need really. It always had been with Sharah, whenever anyone was hurting. Abigail didn’t really trust her though, and their experiences were so different. She thought they could understand each other if only they could find a way. The hurt and anger were heavy and made her steps slow. She entered the house quietly, making sure the door closed behind them. The house felt full with Charles’ family there. She paused just long enough to run her hands over Hope’s leaves and then tiptoed down the stairs. She didn’t want to focus enough to tell if they were asleep or not. She just wanted to float about in the noise.

She slipped into her room. It was aglow with the bioluminescent plants, creating a magical aura to her sanctuary. She wanted a shower, soak, and sleep, and hopefully without waking anyone. Charles was a light sleeper and probably heard the door open, but after his encounter with the Klingon’s hopefully he was asleep. Sharah stepped into the hot shower, the water turning her skin red before it adjusted to the sting of the heat. She stood directly under the water, head down, letting it slowly pull the tight muscles all the way down her back.

Lt. Cmdr. Fayth, SFCMO

Firm hands pressed into her back and began working on the knots in her muscles. “Hey there, stranger.” Charles said softly. “Come here often?” and he put a hand on her neck and began working the junction between her neck and shoulders.

Tenkiller, CCDA

Sharah groaned as his hands found the knots and worked them loose. It wasn’t until his had reached her neck that she was aware ofnthe tension headache that had formed. “Mmmm not nearly often enough. I’d live right here half the time if I could get away with it.” Her head drooped further. “I was trying not to wake you. You are just so insistent on being a light sleeper. I suppose Yavia’s awake, too?” She wanted to hold him, look at his face, make sure he was okay. She let him work on her back though. Sometimes people needed to give as much as receive.

Lt. Cmdr. Fayth, SFCMO

Charles chuckled. “Naw, she’s snoring her head off. Can’t say as I blame her, though… it’s been one hell of a day.” One hand worked German nevk while the other hand said down her wet skin and found purchase on the small of her back and his fingers began to press and work loose the stress-knots they found there.

Tenkiller, CIA

Sharah laughed, “She would sleep through the Great Fire.” She moaned as his finger found a particularly sore knot. “I would argue the day has been more of a hell for you than Yavia and me, but I’m enjoying what your hands are doing too much.”

He chuckled and said “Naw… not hell. Just Tuesday.”

There was a brush of care and affection and love against his mind. “How are you, Charles?”

Lt. Cmdr. Fayth, SFCMO

His hands paused for a moment and then started up when he said “Honestly? I’m okay. Disappointed in Abby for sure, but she always did have’a chip on her shoulder. Grew up with her pissed at me most’a the time. When Mary started gettin’ involved in the shaman ways, it just got worse.” He found a particularly hard knot and went to work on it. “Ain’t the first time I got my ass kicked for her. Hopefully the last, though. I ain’t nineteen anymore.” he said with a chuckle.

Charles