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Why was he the one always getting dragged along and into trouble? Could they not do that on their own without him? It’s not like he asked for this. There’s a long and heavy sigh, one loud enough for his sister to hear. “Remind me the reason as to why I’ve been brought along again?”
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There’s a soft sigh as she leans her head against his shoulder. “You must promise me this will be the last one.” She glances up at him. She’s rather certain they had had this conversation shortly before Eloise had been born, and then again before Francesca. She cannot remember if they had such talks before Gregory, either way the conversation had been had, the promise had been made, but never kept. Not that she minded too terribly. “And we still must decide a name.”
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@flklass liked for a starter with Faith Fraser
"Auntie Jenny, tell me again about my mam, what was she like?"
“you shouldnae be so worried,” she says quietly, eyes drifting down to brianna’s stomach for a moment before giving her a sympathetic smile. “i dinna think you want to be so easily... planted in, anyway. i’ve one too many wains now, i’d say.”
@flklass - for brianna ! starter call.
nyota was always sociable. She loved to talk. Loved to learn new languages. Love to speak in new languages. But when it came to the affairs of her private life, even if she was strongly attached to her crewmates, Nyota was reserved.
A shaky sigh left her lips, brown eyes cast down. “I don’t know,” she said. “I haven’t told anyone. Jim only figured it out because he saw the comm request go through.”
Shoulders started to shake, tears streaming down her face freely. “I can’t believe she’s gone,” Nyota whispered. Her voice was swallowed by her tears. “Just…gone. Like that.” she snapped her fingers. The loss of her mother tore at her heart and pushed the linguist into a dark hole. “What’s worse, we were on a mission for an alien fungi with known properties to heal that type of sickness. And Starfleet didn’t do anything.” Her sorrow turned to anger. A logical next step in the signs of grief. “And I don’t know if I’ll even be able to make it back to the funeral.”
@flklass sent in: “ why didn’t you tell me? ” from bones to uhura.
mind was made up, space gear donning jim’s lithe frame. The outfit was a bit looser than before. That was concerning but Kirk tucked it away for later. “Bones, we’re literally about to die, flying into that star. If i don’t do this….” his voice trailed off. Images of the warp core came to mind. Maybe it was a bad idea. He took that responsibility upon himself. Just as he was taking this responsibility on himself. What if he didn’t come back?
Stealing his spine and hardening his resolve, Kirk squared his shoulders and turned to Bones. “You’ll just have to work your magic when i get back. Might have more radiation poisoning.” the joke fell flat, no doubt bringing bad memories up for Bones as well. But the captain swallowed his fear. “See you on the other side.”
@flklass sent in: “ no. absolutely not. no way. i’m not letting you do this. ” another one from bones to kirk.
his face was alight with mirth. An expression of someone who knew they won. It was made even sweeter because it was Bones. A thorn in his side who often kiboshed Jim’s ideas. But Kirk still loved him.
“Sorry, buddy. You’re going to have to say it. ‘You were right Jim. I was wrong.’” That triumphant smirk might just have a permanent home on his lips.
@flklass sent in: “ please don’t make me say it. ” from bones to kirk.
“ you’re not telling me anything i don’t know already. ”
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