[ Six months ago, her life changed. Utterly, irrevocably. Meeting James, saving the timeline... Of course, she'd saved him. Even if she hadn't fallen in love with him during those few short days together in Toronto, she would have tried to save him. It's who she is, and what he deserved. Being able to experience a life without war, knowing the man Sam could have become — she's so grateful to have the chance to give those opportunities to him.
Neither of them had any idea what his life would become when she'd wrapped her arms around him and pressed the button on the temporal device. What mattered was that he would have a life instead of winking out of existence with the rest of his timeline. She never could have anticipated that he'd be given the chance to work on the Enterprise while he went through accelerated cadet training, but not a day goes by that she doesn't thank Chris and Una in her own way. If it hadn't been for them...
She saved his life, but he saved hers as well. Not quite as literally, but in the weeks following the encounter on Parnassus Beta, he'd saved her. He'd seen her at her most vulnerable and supported her when she couldn't stand alone against the darkness. They'd slept with the lights on and the temperature much lower than he liked because she couldn't stand the memories of the hot darkness of the planet where her family had been slaughtered. He'd brought her meals when she couldn't stand to be in the mess hall they'd had to use for medbay overflow when the too-few survivors were finally rescued. Her nightmares never once drew complaints, even when she woke him with her screams every night.
But that's behind them now. Mostly. There are still some hard days, for her and Sam both, but he's helped them through it in a way the Jim Kirk of her time couldn't have. And James isn't without his own trauma, she's done her best to help him as he's helped her, but somehow they've made it through.
Six months. It feels like six years sometimes, and six weeks at others. She's not the overly sentimental type, she never has been, but when she's relieved of duty, La'an finds herself looking forward to seeing him. He might not know what the occasion is, but she hopes they can celebrate and spend the evening together anyway, preferably without some sort of emergency interrupting. She doesn't expect to see him in her suite when the door opens, but it's the best kind of surprise. ]
What's all this? [ Her own smile grows as she steps inside, the door swooshing closed behind her and letting the comfortably dim light settle into the room again. She's so happy to see him that she hardly notices the delicious smells permeating the space, and the weariness of the day is completely forgotten. ]
what a gift, this is absolute perfection
Neither of them had any idea what his life would become when she'd wrapped her arms around him and pressed the button on the temporal device. What mattered was that he would have a life instead of winking out of existence with the rest of his timeline. She never could have anticipated that he'd be given the chance to work on the Enterprise while he went through accelerated cadet training, but not a day goes by that she doesn't thank Chris and Una in her own way. If it hadn't been for them...
She saved his life, but he saved hers as well. Not quite as literally, but in the weeks following the encounter on Parnassus Beta, he'd saved her. He'd seen her at her most vulnerable and supported her when she couldn't stand alone against the darkness. They'd slept with the lights on and the temperature much lower than he liked because she couldn't stand the memories of the hot darkness of the planet where her family had been slaughtered. He'd brought her meals when she couldn't stand to be in the mess hall they'd had to use for medbay overflow when the too-few survivors were finally rescued. Her nightmares never once drew complaints, even when she woke him with her screams every night.
But that's behind them now. Mostly. There are still some hard days, for her and Sam both, but he's helped them through it in a way the Jim Kirk of her time couldn't have. And James isn't without his own trauma, she's done her best to help him as he's helped her, but somehow they've made it through.
Six months. It feels like six years sometimes, and six weeks at others. She's not the overly sentimental type, she never has been, but when she's relieved of duty, La'an finds herself looking forward to seeing him. He might not know what the occasion is, but she hopes they can celebrate and spend the evening together anyway, preferably without some sort of emergency interrupting. She doesn't expect to see him in her suite when the door opens, but it's the best kind of surprise. ]
What's all this? [ Her own smile grows as she steps inside, the door swooshing closed behind her and letting the comfortably dim light settle into the room again. She's so happy to see him that she hardly notices the delicious smells permeating the space, and the weariness of the day is completely forgotten. ]