Tennessee, Earth - Home Sweet Home

Posted Nov. 24, 2021, 1:40 p.m. by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Federation Security Agent) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Tennessee, Earth - Home Sweet Home

Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Federation Security Agent) in Tennessee, Earth - Home Sweet Home

Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Federation Security Agent) in Tennessee, Earth - Home Sweet Home
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“She’s most definitely not up for it,” Nadine grumbled, still hiding under the blanket.

Shara leaned over and patted her daughter’s leg. For a moment she just gazed at her form with a touch of awe, reminding herself how extraordinary this all was. A part of her expected to wake up and find out it was all a dream. All of it. but it wasn’t. This was her life and for the first time in a really long time, good things had happened and there were more on the horizon. How extraordinary.

Eventually, she looked over Micah and smiled deeply. “How about I handle the toast and you do the scrambled eggs?” Toast she could handle. It wouldn’t even be burnt!

~Shara & Nadine

Micah shook his head and said “I would rather have my guts eaten by a Sagellian lava-worm than have you cooking, my dearest and sweetest love.” and he smiled as he kissed her cheek and then pinched her butt. “No, you go make sure that one is alive. I got breakfast.” and he swaggered off into the kitchen.

Shara feigned offence. “It’s not like I’d burn the toast… that much,” she muttered. She actually really could make toast. After all, she’d made it this many years without starving and many of those were spent without access to a replicator. But she could admit that there was perhaps a tiny difference between what she through was edible and what others did. Oh well.

She moved over to the hiding bundle that was Nadine, grinning. Shara shook her daughter’s shoulder. “It doesn’t get better staying under there. Why don’t you get up and go help with coffee?”

Nadine grumbled. “I’m seriously regretting my life decisions right now.”

“Aww, poor Baby Girl had a bit too much fun. It’s okay, we promise not to bring out the ‘shine every night.”

“I’m never touching that stuff again.”

Shara couldn’t help but chuckle. She had said the same thing after she woke up married and, well, look how that turned out.

A few minutes later he called from the stove “Hey hun? Why don’t ya put some on some music? Y’all don’t wanna hear me singing to myself… trust me.”


“That sounds like a good idea. Let’s not give poor Nadine more of a headache,” Shara said, pausing to see if there’d be the expected biting retort.

“I’ll just go see if I can figure out whatever nonsense organization system you have going on,” she added as she moved over to what could only be called the music room. She hunted for something in particular with a rather particular goal in mind. One her daughter over there might not react to or else, well, there was a chance, wasn’t there?

The sound of guitars playing was soon added to by drums and vocals. (OCC:

Well, it’s alright, ridin’ around in the breeze
Well, it’s alright, if you live the life you please
Well, it’s alright, doin’ the best you can
Well, it’s alright, as long as you lend a hand

The blanket flew off Nadine as Shara crossed back through the living room to stand at one of the large windows that looked over their land, all eight hundred acres of it.

You can sit around and wait for the phone to ring (at the end of the line)
Waiting for someone to tell you everything (at the end of the line)
Sit around and wonder what tomorrow will bring (at the end of the line)
Maybe a diamond ring

Well, it’s alright, even if they say you’re wrong
Well, it’s alright, sometimes you gotta be strong
Well, it’s alright, as long as you got somewhere to lay
Well, it’s alright, everyday is judgment day

Nadine might not have jumped to her feet (she was still rather hungover, after all), but she did get up and stand there, staring at Shara, jaw dropped, eyes wide. Shara seemed suddenly in her own little world, and very curiously, her hands rested on her abdomen. Nadine wasn’t sure how she knew it, but she could say without a doubt that Shara was remembering being pregnant with her. But how did she know that? Why did this song feel so familiar?

Micah was cooking, but his intuition told him something was happening. But he stayed focused on the stove and simply hummed along as he moved in time with the music.

Maybe somewhere down the road a ways (at the end of the line)
You’ll think of me and wonder where I am these days (at the end of the line)
Maybe somewhere down the road when somebody plays (at the end of the line)
Purple Haze

Well, it’s alright, even when push comes to shove
Well, it’s alright, if you got someone to love
Well, it’s alright, everything’ll work out fine
Well, it’s alright, we’re going to the end of the line

Shara was singing along to it now, her voice blending in and Nadine was still frozen in place, her mind trying to desperately connect the dots. Something felt missing, she was missing something. It… it couldn’t be possible? Could it?

When the song was over, Shara looked over and studied her grown first born child, hands still resting on her abdomen. There was this strange tender look in her eyes and once again Nadine believed that she was seeing yet another mysterious piece of the woman that was Shara Calloway. “I know that song,” she said finally, eyes welling. “But I’ve never heard it before now, I’m sure of it. But how do I know it?”

“Everyone knows the Traveling Wilburys, kiddo.” Micah said form the kitchen with a hint of friendly snarkiness.

Shara gave an easy grin, something that still seemed rather odd on the woman, because if there as a person in this Universe who had cares and worries, it was her bio mom. Carefree was never going to be associated with her. “Because I played it for you nearly every day on Alpha Centauri. Well, it was for me, but you would start moving around and kicking me when I played it, so I figured you liked it. And it seemed to quiet you down when you were fussing during our one month together.”

The two woman gazed at each other, seeing each other yet again for the first time. “But I was only one month old, how could I remember?”

“Memories aren’t always concrete things. Sometimes they’re tiny whispers we don’t realize we’re hearing. I think we proved that this is one of yours,” Shara said, moving back towards the kitchen.

Another song started to play by the same band and Shara came up behind Micah, slipping her arms around him, careful not to impede him at the stove. “I might have used a bludgeon when I meant a nudge, does that make me terrible?” she said lightly, the words of the new song making her start to hum. She sang to Micah, softly only he could hear.

“It does, but terrible in such a good way, love-of-mine.” and he turned and wrapped flesh and metal arms around her and held her close.

I’m so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Won’t you show me that you really care?

Everybody’s got somebody to lean on
Put your body next to mine, and dream on

OOC: Second song:

Nadine felt like she was drifting suddenly and found herself sitting at the dining table, elbows propping up her hands where her chin rested. She was processing.

~Nadine and Shara

Micah moved away form Shara and said “Go. Sit. I got three more minutes till the sausages are done.” and he shooed her out of the kitchen.


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