Pikelsimer's Quarters- A Dinner Date

Posted May 7, 2021, 2:53 p.m. by Shara Calloway (Intel Liason) (Lindsay Bayes)

Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (FedSec Agent) in Pikelsimer’s Quarters- A Dinner Date

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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?”

~Shara Calloway

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.

“Fan-f&^%ing-tastic. We’ll clean up shop, get the kids to bed and make sure the babysitter’s got grocery money, and then you and me’ll hop in my ride and go have ourselves a time.” and he smiled broadly and gave her very obviously suggestive wink.

Though it was brief, Shara let out a hearty chuckle. Yes, she definitely did enjoy him and he made her laugh, which was always welcome.

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.

~Shara Calloway

It was Micah’s turn to be gracious. But instead of asking why, he simply nodded once and said solemnly “It’d be my honor, Ms. Calloway. Truly.” and he raised his glass to her.


Shara lifted her glass and touched the lip of it to his with a ting. Drinking the lovely wine, she smiled. “So… eight hundred acres. Tell me about this place that is clearly so special to you.” Having spent a fair chunk of her life on a colony, living and working off the land, she didn’t have to ask about the appeal of a bunch of space that was yours. But she wanted to understand what made him feel connected to this particular spot.

~Shara Calloway

“Its the family homestead. Pikelsimers lived on that spot since the mid 1800’s. After my ma passed, I was in the Corps at the time, my siblings tried to parcel some of it out but I threw a fit. So I bought ‘em all out. Went back a few years later, you know… when I could… turned out my oldest brother had torn down our house in preparation for the moves they was planning. So… I hired a few local boys to keep an eye on the place and let it grow up for a little over a decade. Went back, built the cabin. Now I go back whenever I can. I’ve made it back a lot more often since I went FedSec. And I made sure my brothers and sisters are well aware they ain’t to set foot on the property.” and he chuckled. “It’s a nice bit of peace and quiet. Lots a woods to hunt. Nice creek with trout in it. Cabin is on top of the highest peak on the property. And from the back porch you can watch the sun rise and from the front the sun set.” and he moved his plate aside and reached out and took her hand with a startling gentleness.

At this rate their meal would be cold by the time they properly got to it, but Shara didn’t care. As his fingers slipped around her hand, she squeezed his ever so gently.

“And I can’t wait to show you every last inch of it.”


“It sounds beautiful,” she whispered before swallowing. Inhaling an annoyingly shaky breath, Shara gazed into his eyes. “I don’t know when the exact moment was, but I’ve found myself missing feeling connected to a place. I’ve always been the restless type. You try to pin me to a place and I rebel. Tracken was the closest and it didn’t feel as stifling the other places have, but these last years where I belonged no where and had to keep everything at a distance because the job demanded it… I’ve think they’ve taken a toll.” He was right about the understanding each other, about the kind of life they’d both led. It was the ugly, messy, and often shadowed kind that all the terrible cliches were right about. it had always been necessary. Someone had to do it. And if others could sleep more at ease in the universe because of it, then Shara felt vindicated in some way. But this time with Faye and finally being able to reveal herself to her daughter, well, it had been showing her just how much a lot of that was bulls%*&.

Still, the way these deeper truths seemed to just slip out with Micah was unnerving, to say the least.

~Shara Calloway

He nodded in both understanding and appreciation of her candor… and he didn’t let go of her hand. “It does. Without a doubt. And the higher ups… the ones who just see ‘Asset Available’ on some screen and who push a button never stop to think that we have lives… or at least had ‘em before they got their hooks in us. Honestly, Sha… if it weren’t for the fact that I have seen firsthand the good that comes from folks like us doing what we do? Hell… I’da called bulls%$# a long time ago.” and he took a drink.

The constant presence of his hand felt like a grounding weight. She immediately picked up on the nickname, different than the one she had been given before. It warmed her even as she could feel some part of her back away.

“Having a place to get away helps.” he said after he swallowed. he looked at her, directly into her… and added “Having somebody to share that with, even for just a while? Now that’ll make it perfect.” and he smiled at her.


He knew. He had to know. Or maybe he hadn’t looked that far. Hands still linked, she rose from her seat and moved those precious steps closer to him pulling her chair behind her so she could sit right in front of him, no table in the way. She returned his deep piercing gaze and looked deeper even as she mentally took down that firmly raised barrier that was ever present. “I thought this assignment, this investigation would be a good way to ease back into things after what went down the Faye and my last op.” She swallowed. “It’s so bittersweet, because if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here for Faye right now. If I hadn’t found her accidental involvement in all of this, I don’t know if she’d be here right now. Faye pushed took their agenda out of her hands, but more than once I’ve thanked deities I don’t believe in that they put me on this case. But… watching her struggle these last weeks…” Shara wasn’t a woman that cried in front of others. It just wasn’t ever a good idea in her line of work ever unless it had been for show. You kept your feelings to yourself until the assignment was over and did post-op counselling. But there they were, just barely touching the corners of her eyes. “It’s been triggering a lot of stuff for me. And I have good boundaries with Faye on things now, but it hurts to have to put any space between us after all we’ve missed out on.”

Shara exhaled. “Which is a long about way of saying thank you for offering me a refuge. I don’t think I’ve realized till just now how much I’ve needed it.”

~Shara Calloway

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