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(He’s napping, propped halfway up on his jacket in the grass, looking perfectly contented. So contented, in fact, that he can’t bring himself to open his eyes to greet the person who approaches.)

“I recently resolved to enjoy life more. Not in a deep philosophical way, just like... taking a nap. It’s wonderful.”

#[and this is post disco so like]#[chris really went 'well i'm gonna die anyways might as well take a nap']#[tonight at 11: local dad needs a break]#{chris}#{starter}#[this is what i've been doing instead of like... drafts]

‘ will you stop saying what i’m thinking? ‘ (for pike!)

“Well, I’d call down to Sciences to tell them we’ve got a case of inter-human telepathy on our hands, but that would probably take a while, and we’ve got bigger fish to fry.”

(Secretly, he is a little glad that she cannot really read his thoughts.... probably.)

#[captain pike you are not slick]#{chris}#{chris and one}#{askbox}#owedfavors

‘ it always amazes me how a baby can take a normal adult and turn him into a babbling idiot. ‘ (for whomever you'd like!)

Nothing was going to get done that day, possibly that year. Captain Pike had been walking with his long-suffering first officer, discussing shift rotations and flight patterns in great detail, when he had spotted a baby. It was all downhill from there. It didn't really matter where the baby was coming from, or going to, at least not to the Captain. All that mattered was that when he shoved his padds into Una's arms and asked to hold the baby, he was given permission to do so, and was now talking to it, bouncing it around, and generally having a great time. This left the poor, long-suffering first officer to wait nearby, where she was joined by another woman to watch the Captain put off important business.

"I'm just impressed that on a ship full of... mm... 'women of a certain age,'" she said, with a gesture to the two of them, "he's the one going through baby fever."

#[judgemental ere is best ere]#owedfavors #{ere}#{chris}#{chris and one}

It was only the barest bones of propriety that the very same man had taught him... 30 years ago now, that kept Captain Christopher Pike from bounding out the door and into his old RA's arms.

“Gabe!” He called out, then, “Captain Lorca!”

Chris settled, instead of leaping on Lorca like he would’ve in his days as a little tree branch of a kid, for a warm hug before the man could object.

“It’s so good to see you.” The war has taken its toll on Gabe, on Chris, on everyone, but when it’s him and his ‘big brother,’ it really does feel like olden days for once. “Been ages, right? So sorry you couldn’t make it to my advancement, we had a party. Leland couldn’t make it either, though, so it was a little more on the subdued side. Or we’re all just getting old.”

It’s been over a year since Chris got promoted to captain, but it still feels like such a short time. The years are getting shorter, and not just because Leland’s been incommunicado for so long, but the rest of their old squad too.

@jump-one-three-three

#{chris}#jump one three three #{starter}

Hey, Chrissy, everyone knows your husband is up to no good. Leland has slept with everything he can on this side of the universe and yet, one half of your bed goes cold. Not to mention the murders... tsk, tsk, what's it like loving a monster?

The joke about captains having big empty beds was starting to hit a little close to home. His bedroom, compartmentalized as it was, was barely big enough to fit the damn thing, and it bounced around the corners like a fluffy screensaver. When he was ‘single’ (when Leland was off on one of his many 31 missions that could keep him away for years at a time), the bed got pushed into a corner so that Chris could bundle up under blankets and sleep warm, all on his lonesome. Whenever Leland showed up, the bed got pushed to the middle of a wall so that the nightstand could split into two and they could each have their own. On Chris’s, whether Leland was there or not, was a revolving stack of padds and empty mugs, accompanied by his favorite picture of Leland. On Leland’s, Chris always put out his reading glasses.

But Leland had left this morning. Bright and early, but not too early that Chris couldn’t give him a proper sendoff, but now he was feeling maudlin. Maudlin and a little depressed. He lounged on his side of the bed and wallowed in self-pity, because he didn’t have the heart to move the bed back into the corner or clean up the plates and dirty sheets. After all, if Leland hadn’t left, he’s not single again and Leland will be back soon and they can dirty up the sheets some more. Right?

The photo on his nightstand is one of his favorites. It’s Leland, barely woken up on the day they graduated from the Academy. Such youngsters. But they really do go that far back, and so does Chris’s loyalty to his man. He always is and always will be, no matter the distance and years spent apart. If Leland feels differently, he’s never articulated it, so Chris can only assume satisfaction from their letters, comms, and occasional sketches passed back and forth.

He reaches for his padd to check if Leland’s shuttle has left yet. But it’s Leland’s padd, still open, and mentioning his mission. Chris registers it, but just as soon Leland is back in to retrieve it and give him a passionate kiss goodbye, so he forgets.

It will only be in three months, when the Enterprise is called to rescue refugees fleeing that same planet as the society collapses, that Chris will realize in his soul what happened. He can make urgent calls to Section 31, making sure his husband is long gone from the planet, but that doesn’t cover up what he knows is likely the truth. It would break his heart, if his blind spot for Leland wasn’t a black hole protected by kisses, loyalty, and their bed.

#[i'm awful]#{chris}#{chris and leland}#{askbox}

You wonder why Leland is always away, Chris. But you don't see the obvious answer. He's upset about the babies. He wants a child but you can't seem to give him one. So he avoids you.

Chris lay with his head resting on the back of Leland's hand. Eyes closed, pressing down on the heating pad to increase the temperature. He could feel Leland, rubbing behind Chris's ear with his left hand and tapping on a padd with his right. There was always work to be done.

The sheets felt cold and sterile. They'd been changed before Chris had been released from sickbay so it just felt dishonest, without the feeling there. When he climbed back into bed there had been no sign that Chris or Leland had been there before, no smell or give in the sheets that people had lived and loved there. Had dreams.

They did have dreams. One of a little dark-haired baby (previous goals of 5-6 children had been amended for realism) curled up in its fathers' arms against a Californian sunrise. Tonight that dream had left an empty feeling in their hearts (and a tenderness in Chris's abdomen.)

Chris thought about speaking up. Telling Leland that he didn't want to try again, because he hated getting let down and letting Leland down. But his anxious, deep fear was that it would sever them forever, and Leland would leave and not come back because Chris finally gave up on trying to give him what he wanted. That emptiness in Chris ran deep, feeling like he could never give Leland that dream because something kept failing, his body kept shaking its head at him and saying he wasn't enough, he didn't deserve Leland or the dream.

#[and I oop?]#{chris}#{chris and leland}#slavetothesection #{askbox}#miscarriage cw

“Mister Pike have you seen your first officer?” The voice on the comms sounds eerily familiar, but it’s hard to place. “Maybe you shouldn’t lose track of someone so important.”

We’re having a “Menacing Anon” renaissance I guess

Chris slammed his hand down onto the comm, perhaps more violently than necessary.

“Number One to the Captain’s office.”

She should have shown up in mere seconds- she was supposed to be on duty. But minutes ticked by and by, and he became more and more urgent- sent multiple messages to her padd, her quarters. And nothing. Security finds her quarters empty, and it’s gonna take a few minutes to track her badge with the new system. Fuck.