Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (FedSec Agent) in Pikelsimer’s Quarters- A Dinner Date
Posted by Shara Calloway (Intel Liason) in Pikelsimer’s Quarters- A Dinner Date
The fork hovered above her plate and her just stared at him, her eyes searching ever so deeply. “Why?” she asked softly, setting her fork down and resting her hand flat on the table. Why. So many questions were embedded there, but it was too much for her own mind to parse just now. “Why haven’t you brought anyone else there? And why me?”
Micah smiled. “Because I don’t like most people. Spend a life dealing with the crap all these species have to offer, and it kinda colors your perspective. But you…” and he shook his head as he smiled and took a drink.
“I like you, Shara. Don’t ask me why or how, but I like you. Your sharp, quick, good with the give and take, and your body is the best I’ve ever felt… no lie. Add to that that you understand my life and I understand yours? S%$t… how often either of us ever had that? Find it, hang on to it for a bit is what I say.”
Studying him still, Shara was quiet for a few moment before she nodded. Earth is along ways from here. What if… no she’s gone most of her life without a parent hovering over her, Faye will be fine. Her chest rose with a deep breath. “Alright, Micah, I’ll come visit your home,” she said quietly. His was not an idle offer, and nor was hers an idle acceptance.
Picking up her fork, Shara considered what she already knew the answer to. Just go for it. Another breath. “Listen, Faye and I have been doing a lot of talking, a lot of unravelling, really. And the one thing that is abundantly clear for both of us is just how hard the reality of what went down on Tracken is. She had to experience that, and I was on the other side of the galaxy desperately trying to get home to my family. Things happened so quickly and in the aftermath there was a war. So…Faye and I have acknowledged that we both need some closure. Tracken isn’t home anymore. We’ve known it for a long time and moved on, but the people? Those are harder to let go of. So we’ve been playing with the idea of having some sort of memorial here on the holodeck for our friends, our family. A wake, actually, to be more specific. Something to celebrate what we had there and say goodbye properly. Would… would you come? I promise it’ll come with a lot of fun stories,” she said, shifting easily back into her trademark smirk. Colony-life had no shortage of them after all.
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