August 19: Sinclair & Raven, Devotion
Sinclair & Raven, Canon-verse, ~650 words, for anonymous
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Sinclair didn't pull strings for Raven because she aced her test. He wanted her in Zero G because she had something, less quantifiable than intelligence, so subtly innate that it could never be taught: a deep and unwavering devotion to the ship. A love for the Ark right down to the smallest nuts and bolts. He saw himself in her. He saw that same pure love of discovery, problem-solving, fixing and improving and innovating, which drove him like a steady and indomitable fire in his younger years. Hadn't seen anything to match it in a long time. Hadn't seen it in himself in a while, either.
At the top of the department, bureaucracy takes hold, a stifling, foggy atmosphere.
The more he got to know her, the more he saw his mistake. Raven was not the young Jacopo, reincarnated, reignited, not a fire at all but a constant new spark. She loved the work, more than the ship. She loved the task itself, as much as the results. She chased thrills, she courted risks, she did what no one else could or should have done, to prove that she could, and for the danger of it, and out of pride. And he knew that when she came back onto the ship, after one of her stunts, ready to ask for forgiveness, instead of permission, that he should tell her all the rules-and-regulations-reasons she was wrong. That stunt. That risk. The Ark he loved so dearly was not a place for risk and yet, she was Zero G, and at the top of the top, sometimes risk was all that was left.
She always fixed what needed to be fixed, kept the old boat running, kept them creaking along through space for even one more day.
And he could never bring himself to stifle anyone, and especially not her.












