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Three Isn't A Crowd If You Don't Want It To Be

Posted Dec. 7, 2022, 7:32 a.m. by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice-Commander, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Lieutenant Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Three Isn’t A Crowd If You Don’t Want It To Be

Posted by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice-Commander, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) in Three Isn’t A Crowd If You Don’t Want It To Be

Posted by Lieutenant Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Three Isn’t A Crowd If You Don’t Want It To Be
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Sometime after she had fallen asleep and they had made their way downstairs, Sharah woke from dreams that were not her own. Dreams filled with others dreams, thoughts and feelings. This was no new occurrence. Her curse ensured it was not new. But this time it was cruel. For last weeks Sharah felt they had returned with a vengeance. It was vicious that the comfort and reprieve that she had gained had been so cruelly yanked away. Sharah just felt it was due punishment for being what she was.

Sharah woke confused and muddled from the strange conglomeration of others’ minds. She reached for a hand that would never be there again. That woke her fully into a room she was not familiar with. She sat up, heart racing looking around. It was a long moment before her conscious mind separated from her subconscious and the surroundings registered and the events of the day. Distance didn’t make a difference, but yet it did. Her range was incredible, and that made the noise worse but could also allow the noise to be a type of filter. Closeness of proximity made people’s thoughts clearer, especially if there were very few within that close proximity. It took less than a second for Sharah to realize that events taking place in the house had played part in the mosaic of images in her dreams.

She hated being privy to such things. She always had. As a child it had been frightening because she didn’t understand the feelings and thoughts. Now, well she just hated the invasion of privacy. It made her extremely happy for Yavia and Tenkiller. They fit and flowed together unlike any two people she had ever met before, and the odds that they had actually met were huge. No, she couldn’t be any happier for them. She needed a distraction, a filter. Not just to stop the invasion of privacy but from her own harsh dark thoughts and the monster that never left her. Deltans were mostly line of sight telepaths, but Sharah also knew with familiarity they could reach those they were close too. She didn’t know how that worked for Yavia, but she wouldn’t disturb her now for anything. One obvious was cleaning up the snacks and drinks, but she didn’t want them to hear her and feel they had to check on her.

Her sketches were for such times. They let her filter each out one by one until she got at her own feelings, her own emotions, but those things were in her room, too close and she wasn’t really as light footed as she would like, and she would not go into Tenkiller’s studio to find them. He had shared but she wouldn’t cross that line. That was his sanctuary. Her garden was always a good option. Uncle Olly had helped her learn that many years ago and it was a constant. Hope didn’t need her, but there was a whole miniature forest outside the door. Without thinking about it, she grabbed the blanket Tenkiller had put over her and then slipped quietly out the door, leaving it cracked so she could get back in. Her mind and emotions were too muddled and tumultuous to worry about security system or how cold it was out. She didn’t intend to go far from the door or for long. Just to loose herself in the music for awhile, to hide from herself.

Sharah

Tenkiller lay on the bed, the bath long since vacated for the more… ‘supportive’… platform of the bed. As he and V lay there, the chronometer / communicator on his wrist chirped a series of sounds and he sat up quickly. “The door was just opened and didn’t close.” He looked at V and said “I’ll be right back.” He got up and reached in the drawer of the bedside table for something he palmed in his hand and he moved to the bedroom door, his footfalls completely silent. He listened at the door and then slid it open and looked back at V, motioning her to stay put.

He moved silently down the hall, listening briefly at each door before heading up the stairs. Of course, he realized it was probably only Sharah… but in his line of work he had made enemies. He went through the kitchen and living room and peered in the den. Sharah was gone, and so was the blanket he put on her. His alert level lowered slightly, but he moved to the front door and looked out the ajar opening.

Across the drive and in the foliage of the yard was a flash of color, and he saw Sharah move into the trees. He walked out and across the drive, ducking under a limb and moving into the dense canopy.

“Sharah?” he asked softly. “You okay?”

Tenkiller

Sharah didn’t feel him approach, so determined to get lost in anything (or maybe his own natural ability). She did’t hear him either. The sudden sound of his voice startled her, pulling the blanket tight around her shoulders. Stupid stupid reckless Sharah. Wandering around in the middle of the night. Right on the heels of that was recognition of his voice. As she turned she looked haunted and sad, She had been crying, she didn’t even realize she had been, but the cool air cooled the hot tears on her cheeks. She opened her mouth to answer him, but nothing came out. Not one single tiny sound. Her mouth opened and then closed again. Not a sound. She was dumb struck except for the absurd observation that he was not joking about it being a nudist retreat.

Sharah

Charles looked at her, concern and worry on his face and coming off of him in waves. He took a slow step forward and said “Sharah? Hey… its me. Charles.” He held out his hand to her, slowly. He watched her intently and then saw her eyes flicking back and forth… or rather, down then up. He was confused for a moment, and then a most sudden and quite disconcerting realization came upon him.

He was naked.

In his hurry to make sure everything was alright, he had failed to procure a single stitch of clothing. So now he was nude, in the woods, with a phaser and a crying woman. He froze and his eyes went wide and his skin noticeably blushed, even in the faint light they had. He smiled and said “Uh… maybe we… I mean… um… maybe you could loan me that there blanket, and then you and I go back inside? Coul-… could we maybe do that… please?”

Tenkillef

Sharah wasn’t sure who was blushing more, her or him. When he asked for the blanket she very swiftly removed it from her shoulders and handed it to him. She turned back toward the trees, not out of some idea of modesty. She looked toward the trees, the idea of hiding, so appealing, at least for awhile. She gave a slow nod, “Yeah.” She had wanted to not disturb them, but it was already done, and he was not going to leave her out there. He’d brought a phaser! Crazy man.

Sharah

Charles took the blanket and quickly made a makeshift toga out of it. He looked ridiculous… and he knew it. He smiled at her and said ‘Well… like my Daddy always says… pays to advertise!” and he laughed at the absurdity of it all. “C’mon, hun… lets go in. I’m sorry, I just got an ert that the door had done some weirdness, so… well… ya know.” He reached for her hand, thought better of it and dropped his to his side. Trying to make light of the entire situation, he grinned at her and said “So I guess now is a bad time to suggest we wrestle, huh?” and he threw back his head and laughed.

Tenkiller


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