Rematches and Requests (for ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
boldygoing)
Nov. 21st, 2019 04:31 pmWho knew planning a wedding could be so much work?
It was different when they signed the paperwork in Yorktown the year before. All the work leading up to that had been forging Felix an identity in this universe. Giving him a paper trail that could be found if anyone asked questions about Jim's partner. Giving Felix himself a crash course in the basics of his world, of Starfleet and it's history, and of the things the man would need to know to safely live aboard a ship like the Enterprise-A. That was necessity.
This? This is just exhausting. Every day Felix comes back to the ship looking more and more frazzled (or back to their room in Bruma the nights they stay over to see the Caelus family for dinner and the like) and all Jim can do is rub his husband's shoulders and remind him that they're nearly done now.
It's Stratos who asks first. Will your family be coming? Jim had done his best to brush it off and not ruin their dinner at the time. They don't know about the Nexus. About Nirn. And even if they Did--no, it's impossible. Their concerns were absolutely valid. How would Jim's mother or brother feel to be left out of something like this? If they ever found out. Which they won't, Jim knows that already. He doesn't like the look Stratos gives him even when the Tribune drops the subject.
Jim's turned the question over in his head several times since. Maybe...he could ask some of the crew to come. Half of them know the truth already, or at least most of it. They're his family. Better than even. The family he chose. The family he found.
Alpha shift has come and went without so much as a dust particle out of place and Jim wonders again. If they want him to bring a relative...well. Jim may not be obeying that wish in spirit, but he does know of one person he's related to that he can stand being in the company of.
The captain pulls out his PINpoint and flicks through it.
Hey, it's me. Fancy a rematch?
It was different when they signed the paperwork in Yorktown the year before. All the work leading up to that had been forging Felix an identity in this universe. Giving him a paper trail that could be found if anyone asked questions about Jim's partner. Giving Felix himself a crash course in the basics of his world, of Starfleet and it's history, and of the things the man would need to know to safely live aboard a ship like the Enterprise-A. That was necessity.
This? This is just exhausting. Every day Felix comes back to the ship looking more and more frazzled (or back to their room in Bruma the nights they stay over to see the Caelus family for dinner and the like) and all Jim can do is rub his husband's shoulders and remind him that they're nearly done now.
It's Stratos who asks first. Will your family be coming? Jim had done his best to brush it off and not ruin their dinner at the time. They don't know about the Nexus. About Nirn. And even if they Did--no, it's impossible. Their concerns were absolutely valid. How would Jim's mother or brother feel to be left out of something like this? If they ever found out. Which they won't, Jim knows that already. He doesn't like the look Stratos gives him even when the Tribune drops the subject.
Jim's turned the question over in his head several times since. Maybe...he could ask some of the crew to come. Half of them know the truth already, or at least most of it. They're his family. Better than even. The family he chose. The family he found.
Alpha shift has come and went without so much as a dust particle out of place and Jim wonders again. If they want him to bring a relative...well. Jim may not be obeying that wish in spirit, but he does know of one person he's related to that he can stand being in the company of.
The captain pulls out his PINpoint and flicks through it.
Hey, it's me. Fancy a rematch?
