A Chance to Say Goodbye

Posted on Mon Mar 26th, 2018 @ 8:08am by Lieutenant JG Chance Crow & Patricia Crow

Mission: The Voyage Home
Location: Chance & Banks' Quarters
Timeline: During the last sim...

Chance worked his way through the halls to his quarters. He wasn't the only one, as the Captain, his dad, had given everyone permission to see their families. It had been revealed that they were attempting to make a jump home, but it wasn't a sure thing. And even though the chance of success far outweighed the alternative, there was still a significant chance that they didn't make it out of this at all.

It had taken a few moments for the announcement to sink in, but he realized he needed to get home. The door to their quarters took more time than he wanted to open for him, but when he squeezed through, he looked around. "Trisha!"

She sat on the couch, Keiran on her lap as he played a game on a PADD. "I wasn't sure if they'd let you go...in case."

He started across the room, coming to sit beside them. "Well, we have to go back, but Melanick gave us the go-ahead. And, if Dad is saying it's not a sure thing, it must be serious. How...how are you?"

She smoothed the boy's hair. "We're okay." She looked to Chance. "I'm glad you're here. We both are."

"Me too." He lowered his voice. "Did you tell him?" He hoped the answer was no.

She shook her head. "He was in his room, I just wanted him close." Just as she finished the sentence the ship began to feel different, almost like a static buildup.

He nodded, "Goo-...what's that?" He wasn't sure how to describe it, but he felt weird, and felt like he could hear the subharmonics of the ship. "I didn't think it was happening yet."

She leaned her and Keiran towards him as the feeling continued. She looked at Chance. "I need to tell you something."

He nodded, but held a hand up. "After him." He hoped she understood his need to say something to his son first. If there wasn't time for both, they both knew they were loved by the other. "Hey buddy, c'mere. You know I love you, right?"

The boy nodded, and replied with a quiet, "Yeah."

Chance smiled. "Good. I wish I'd known about you before you came here, but I'm so glad you did come to us. We both are."

Kieran kept nodding. "I love you too, Dad."

Chance wrapped his arms around his son. He didn't usually get very emotional, but his vision blurred this time. Satisfied with that, he looked at Trisha. "What did you want to say?"

Suddenly a blinding light began to shine outside the ship and the static feeling intensified. Her eyes found his. "I do."

The expression on his face showed his confusion until he realized what she meant. He blinked against the rising static feeling. "I...I do too."

As the buzzing felt it couldn't get worse, suddently it was as if everything was slowed and she felt as if she was being pulled both frontward and backward. After what seemed like forever it was over instantly and the ship was quiet and still.

Chance looked around, but nothing felt different. Maybe that was just a preview of what was to come. "I hate to do this, but I should probably get back to Sickbay. Who knows how much worse it'll get when we actually jump."

She nodded, looking to Keiran. "You okay, little man?"

He handed the boy back to her. "I wish I didn't have to go." He leaned closer, placing a hand on her cheek before kissing her. "I love you. Y'all hang tight and hopefully we make it through this."

"We'll be right here waiting."

With a nod, he stood and made for the door, wishing he could stay, but duty called.


Lt. (j.g.) Chamce Crow
Medical Officer
USS Mercutio

Banks
Assassin and Homemaker