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Lt Glass: Quarters

Posted Feb. 19, 2019, 2:52 a.m. by Ensign Toren Nalar (Security Officer) (Chris Perry)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Micah Glass (Doctor) in Lt Glass: Quarters
Micah had been on high alert since Collin told her of Toren’s presence in sickbay. What was he doing on the Olympic? What was he even doing in uniform? Collin had let her cut her shift short and she’d hurried to the day care center to pick up Lake. Luckily, it was a good day and her daughter had been happily surprised that she got to go home early. The two of them were sitting at the small dining table now, a cup of coffee near Micah and a glass of chocolate milk within reach of her little girl. Crayon wands and a half colored picture of a puppy, held the child’s interest.

Micah sighed. She’d never mentioned Toren to his daughter after he was taken off the Oympic. Even the birthday gifts he’d sent were still in their festive wrapping paper up in one of the closets. She’d really never expected to see him again and hadn’t wanted to introduce his memory to her daughter until Lake began asking her own questions about him. The only thing in their quarters that was a reminder of his time in Micah’s life, was a holo photo of the two of them during an afternoon in the holodeck at an amusement park.

“Mama, look!” Roused from her thoughts, Micah looked over and saw that Lake had drawn her version of a big, pink, bow on top of the puppy’s head.

“Mmm hmmm. That’s very pretty. What’s the puppy’s name, Sweetie?” Before hearing the answer, her mind was back on the possibility that Toren could show up at their door at any minute.

”…like it?” Lake watched her mother for a response, but none came. Kneeling on the chair, she was able to reach over and put her small hand on Micah’s arm. “Don’t you like it?”

Caught not paying attention again, Micah made a goofy face. “I’m sorry, Lake. My mind was on something else. Did you tell me the puppy’s name?”

The little girl who was almost always in a good mood, looked serious for a moment. “Are you sad? Is Uncle Collin okay?”

Micah leaned into her daughter and gave her a smile and a hug. “I’m not sad, pumpkin and Uncle Collin is fine. He’s at work right now.”

The little girl’s grey eyes brightened immediately. “Its Oliver. My puppy’s name is Oliver.” She went back to coloring.

—Micah and Lake
OOC: Chris, I thought her having no knowledge of Toren as her father would allow you to write something wonderful about their Betazoid connection as soon as they get near each other. Its also a reason to be unhappy with Micah :)

OOC: Ok, here goes
-Chris

In the next instant, Lake’s eyes shot up and fixed on the door, in a manner that would bring to mind a dog, sensing a stranger outside. Her normally sunny expression suddenly turning darker, as if she had been confronted by the monster under her bed. She dropped her crayon and slid off her chair, rounding the table and standing before Micah, arms outstretched “Mummy” was all she said, but her voice was unsettled and her body language radiated fear.

The moment was broken by a sudden chime at the door. Lake’s body tensed and she clung tighter to her Mother, not understanding that she was actually feeling the emotions of the man standing on the other side of the door.

Toren’s heart was pounding in his ears, he half wished that Micah simply wouldn’t answer, but he could sense both of them on the other side. In times gone by, Micah’s presence had been like a fire in the dark, but he found, somewhat surprisingly that the years had softened the sensation. No longer did she inspire the same level of desire she once did, but still, the tightness in his guts and the sweatiness of his palms indicated that neither was she nothing to him.

What caught him out was the smaller, less well-defined presence. Clearly a child, there was something different about her, and he immediately realised it was because she was -his- child. There was something about her, something impossible to explain, like a mark on her that showed she was his. He had never experienced anything quite like it, and the fact that she was so clearly afraid did nothing to dim the overwhelming sense of a deep, undefinable connection.

He pressed the chime again, waiting, trying desperately to rehearse what he was going to say, but finding himself suddenly unable to think clearly.

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