JP Lt Ayemet Dewitt and LtCmdr Connor Dewitt - Mosuma Lake (Part I)
Tim
((Mosuma Lake, Dangan Prime))
Mosuma lake was so big that the far shore dissolved into a blue-gray haze. The surface stretched out like a sheet of transparent aluminium at dawn, barely rippling and only becoming restless under the power of the winds that occasionally blew across it.
Along its edges, forests leaned toward the water, their reflections trembling in the shallows. A little further away rocky blue green cliffs rose amongst tall blue grass.,
Standing at its edge, Ayemet didn’t just see a body of water, she felt scale. Space. A quiet reminder that nature could build something so vast and calm that it defies explanation or understanding.
The air was sweet and fresh. It felt like Bajor, felt like home. She looked down at her naked feet, wriggling her toes, painted a rich bright red just as she had promised Amelia, amongst the grass. She looked back at Connor who was busying himself with several containers by putting them on a red plaid blanket.
She shook her head and smiled before glancing back at the lake. Whatever their problems the man knew how to pick a location. She wiggled her toes once more and walked back towards her husband.
Connor smiled like a teenager seeing his crush for the first time.
Connor: Have I promised too much?
Ayemet: It’s beautiful ::beat:: like home.
Connor: It is. ::pause:: Come and sit. Let’s eat. We deserved it after that ride down to the planet.
She smiled and walked over to Connor sitting down, her legs crossed, and looking at the feast he had so carefully and meticulously laid out before them. A beautiful latish pie sat next to groatcakes, hasperat bread and a large bowl of assorted Bajoran fruit that covered every color of the rainbow. Then there were the Earth dishes. A beautifully baked apple pie, long sticks of what appeared to be bread next to a green dip of some kind and so much fruit and vegetables.
Ayemet: This is..a lot.
Connor: ::raising eyebrows:: Is that going to be a problem.
Ayemet: No no. It’s great . You’ve gone to a lot of trouble.
Connor smiled thinly. He had merely prepared a date with his wife. That cruise ship had finally given him the time to do that.
Connor: Less trouble than that lock has given you…
((Flashback, Just Outside Ayemet Dewitt’s Cabin, The Indulgence of Chocolate-Coated Jama’haron))
Why was the door so far away? Stupid door. She knelt down in front of the big white nemesis that had a gold trim to its’ edges and tried once more to look for the lock. What was wrong with this blasted thing!?
The evening with Amelia and Talia had gone well. A joyous mixture of what one could loosely describe as singing and dancing, and more than one bottle of the wine that Connor had so generously agreed to pay for. She should really thank him if he ever found out.
Talia had to make an early exit to play as pirates with Nolen and Ayemet and Amelia had…done something, she wasn’t quite sure what but definitely something. After sometime she had found herself back at her cabin, shoes on one hand, her key card on the other, and a closed door before her.
She was making her fifth, and most frustrated attempt when she heard a voice, familiar and warm but laced with concern and trepidation.
Connor: I think it’s on the right. ::pause:: That little wooden board.
She turned to see him, Connor. Her eyes focused on him that far that showed so many emotions, so many thoughts. He had been through hell, she knew that. The death of his father and the appearance of a child that he knew nothing of. Part of her wanted to hold him to let the tears flow freely, but then the sting of rejection ran through her. He had decided to face these things alone, without her.
Ayemet: Oh look who decided to turn up if it is Connor Dewitt.
He looked at her, something weary settling into his expression.
There was resignation there. Not toward Ayemet, not toward their marriage. But toward the countless attempts that had led nowhere.
Connor: I tried to contact you since the moment I left. I tried to find you in this godforsaken palace of joy.
Ayemet: Did you? How hard do you try? Because from what Talia told me you had a few drinks and a massage before you even…
She stopped. She didn’t want to do this, not anymore. She was tired. Tired of fighting for something that possibly didn’t exist and tired of hurting someone that she loved, but could not or would not love her the way she needed.
Connor: At some point I get the feeling that trying harder is just pushing you further away.
She laughed bitterly, still tapping that blasted card on the stupid wooden thing.
Ayemet: Connor if I was any further away I’d be in the delta quadrant.
Connor had to bite his tongue not to snap at that comment. He carried that exact feeling since he had left. And did not exactly help with where he had been headed. He took a deep breath before answering.
Connor: Can we talk this out?
What did this door have against her? Was it the start of some terrible war where key cards and doors would take over the galaxy? Never mind the Lattice Alliance; they’d have to get through the door first.
Ayemet: :irritated: How do you expect to do that when this blasted door won’t even…
At that precise moment the door slid open as if it had been waiting patiently for someone to just tap it on the wooden board nicely and Ayemet fell forward, her face intimately introduced to the carpet on the floor.
Ayemet: :muffled: open.
He could not help it but laugh as his wife fell down and kissed the carpet in front of him, but part of him wondered if she was in the right mood to talk. Or if she ever would be.
TBC
Lieutenant Ayemet Dewitt
Ship Counselor
USS Khitomer
A239810JA2Q
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LtCmdr Connor DewittChief Engineer & Second Officer
USS Khitomer
A239901CD3