*looks up from the specs for the port thruster...been tasked with improving performance*
Huh? Calendar...*glances at cluttered desktop* It's...thursday, isn't it?
Yeah. Thursday. It was meatloaf last night in the mess, that's always a Wednesday.
*attention already drifting back to the specs* What's up, Chris?
Do you fucking remember what happened on this day last year?
Oh, don't look at me like that, Tanner.
You know bloody well what happened last year!
A year ago...*finally finds a date on his computer display*
*feels his jaw drop open*
Holy fuck. It's been a year already...
*turns to look at Chris, shock plain on his face*
A whole year since we got sucked through that damn PIF and onto this ship...
*slumps forward, elbows on knees*
*stares at him for a while*
*is silent for a bit*
*misses her kid*
*looks across at Chris*
*reaches out, rests a hand on her knee*
*can read her like a book, now...after all, they've each been all the other has had for a whole year.*
I haven't seen my daughter in a year!
In a damn fucking year!
I WANT TO GO BACK TO MY DAUGHTER!
*bites his lip*
And I want you to get back to her...and I want to get back to Michael, and...*shakes head* But what we want and what we get...
We're trying, Chris.
I haven't seen much of that lately. You've been promising to work on the flux compensator and you wanted to set the first tests up last month! I've been trying to do that all on my own now, but there's some stuff I don't quite get right yet. I need your help to check things for me!
And every evening I wonder if your fiance is taking care of Mina.
I've been....*looks over his shoulder at the work and trails off lamely* busy. But you're right.
I'm sure Michael and Mina have been a great comfort to each other.
I hope they have...
*looks up at the door opening again*
*sticks head around corner*
Everything okay in here?
*doesn't wait for a reply, goes straight to Chris and sits beside her on Steo's bunk*
We heard you yelling...*takes her hand and pulls her into a hug*
*follows Matt in, having heard exactly what Chris was yelling about*
*drops gracefully to the floor by Steo's feet, crossing her legs under her*
A year...It really has, hasn't it?
*wonders whether to say it*
It...it's SoP for MIA crew to be declared presumed deceased after 364 days...
*sighs* I forgot about that.
The captain would let Rostov take care of Mina, wouldn't he? There's a written entry into my personal files in that case. I made sure of that it would be valid before court.
*low voice* I have to get back.
*rubs her back, soothingly*
Just like I did with EJ when the nightmares woke her...
*has to look away, sharply*
At least Mina has Michael. EJ...*snorts* Hell, give how fast she got to six, she's probably an adult by now...
*laughs despite herself*
It's odd, you know.
*sees she has everyone's attention.*
Somehow, this...*waves her hand to take in the whole of the Bella Nova* seems...well, normal.
Yet as soon as I think about it - I miss home.
*looks at them all, one by one. Matt's hair is longer than regulation. Chris looks tired, and Steo...*
*shakes her head*