LtCmdr Atan T'Seva, Guards Down, Even For Vulcans
Jennifer R. Povey
T'Mar: That is a relief.
T’Seva: I appreciate his fashion ideas, but I like to keep things simple where hair is concerned.
T’Mar: I have been intending to get my hair cut short again and I don’t want to consider what he might suggest.
T’Seva: :: grinning a bit :: Hey, not all of his ideas are bad. And the mohawk was when I wanted something so not me.
Undercover work had its price.
T’Mar: He once attempted to convince me that neon colors would look good. I merely wanted a trim.
T’Seva: No, I can't see you in neon. He recommended red highlights to me once. Maybe I will try it some day, but...
She glanced around.
T’Mar: Forgive me if this is a delicate question, but are you here alone as well?
T’Seva: Heeka is on the starbase.
Which was not as far away as they had feared and she *was* getting to spend part of her shore leave with her.
T'Mar: ?
T'Seva: Either our relationship will survive, in which case we may consider a commitment that would allow it. Or not, in which case she was not the one. StarFleet brings separations. It is the way things are.
T'Mar: ?
T'Seva: But I'm not alone...maybe in that sense, but my kid sister...have you met Lera yet? She's full of questions.
T'Mar: ?
T'Seva: My mother rescued her from an earthquake and decided to keep her. And none of us want her to go back to her...sperm donor...on Ferenginar. Even the Ferengi.
Even for them there were, apparently, lines.
T'Mar: ?
T'Seva: I think so, the only question being blue or gold.
T'Mar: ?
Chief of Tactical
USS Constitution
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