Posted July 29, 2021, 4:53 p.m. by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) (Lindsay Bayes)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Si’Rek (Chief Operations Officer) in Tennessee, Earth - Home Sweet Home
Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Tennessee, Earth - Home Sweet Home
Faye shook her head slightly, disbelief etched in her features. “I don’t know what you expect me to say or do. I’m barely holding it together here and the reality is that you know her better than I do. She and I… we’ve never had that close of a relationship. Sure, she’s opened up to me more recently than she ever had before, but this isn’t the norm, Micah,” she said, testing out his first name for the first time. “I’m still trying to figure out who she is, and now there is all this other stuff. We’ve only just begun to work through old stuff. We haven’t even touched the big argument yet, and I know it’s because things are still fragile and I wasn’t in a good space for it.”
Faye shook her head. “Did she tell you? I bet she didn’t.” Faye gazed off to the side again, but this time looking away from Alex. “She left. She left Tracken to go help out that other Maquis cell upgrade their computer protocols after we got some info about new Cardassian improvements. I begged her not to go. My gut said that separating us just then was a bad idea. And oh we fought about it. But she made it clear that I had no say in it and left. Fine. But my dad did the same thing even if it was a bit different. And in the end I was left on my own. And so help me if you give me some bullshit about the past being the past I will end this call. The past doesn’t stop having its say until you deal with it. Clearly, or else we wouldn’t be having this call right now.,” she said with irritation as she looked back at Micah, doing her best to disguise the hurt. “I’m sorry that I can’t just jump up and down and make her feel great about it all, but she’s been holding back on me my entire life. So forgive me if I’m cautious as I try to figure out who that woman is and how I…” Faye shook her head. She was too confused right now but the one thing she did know was that she was tired of being pushed to the side for ‘the greater good’.
Micah nodded. “I get it hun. I really do. And I know you are probably still pissed and hurt she left ya… as you have every right to be. And I ain’t askin ya to make it all better or make her feel good about her past… that ain’t on you, that’s on her. But she is tryin, Faye. I’m just asking for you to give her a chance to tell ya about the stuff she’s carryin’. Maybe help her shoulder some ‘a that weight like she’s tryin’ to do for you.” He took a deep breath. “And the past ain’t just the past… it sets up our future. Choices we make now build bridges in the future… or burns ‘em down. I just know you and her need one another. Maybe not in the same way, maybe not at the same time. But she stood by you when you talked about your past that she missed… I just don’t want you to miss your chance to do the same is all.”
“I’m not trying to burn anything down. I just need a hot minute to process.”
“And listen… I know this ain’t pretty or perfect. Far from it. But she loves you, Faye. Not sayin’ that to guilt ya into anything, either. Just a reminder that some things are more important than some other things. You got a shot at bringing your family back in from the cold. Don’t lose it ‘cause your pissed, ok?” He slid back as if to close the comms, but paused and looked back at her.
Faye blew out a breath.
“I ain’t your dad… but I’m proud of you like I am. Be good. Make sure you tell Cochrane I know he was listening. Talk to ya soon.” and he winked at her and the comms went dark.
Inside, Shara was careful about what she shared with Nadine about Faye, mindful that some of it was Faye’s story to tell, not hers. But that left a lot of interesting stories left to tell.
Nadine’s mouth dropped open. “She didn’t! Not straight, surely.”
“Oh yeah, took two days for the hangover to pass over, a fluid infusion and nearly having to have her stomach pumped. We’d had some doozies of a fight but none that resulted in her running a perfectly calculated experiment with seventy percent alcohol,” Shara said with a grin, but there was sadness behind it.
“This isn’t the same though,” Nadine said hopefully.
“No, worse. Regardless of reality we tend to feel things deeply in this family. Faye’s the poster child for that. People read her attitude and flippancy as being a form of cold heartedness, but she’s exceptionally passionate. But that’s the thing about passion, is that it’s painful to feel things that strongly. She’s a little like brushfire. If you catch it early enough you can head it off before it becomes a wildfire.”
“That you deprive of oxygen to put it out?” Nadine said skeptically.
Shara laughed. “Oh damn that was not the right insinuation.” Shara had heard the door and leaned back, careful not to spill her coffee. “Micah, come save me from my own metaphors, will ya?”
~Shara, Nadine & Faye
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