Jake and Tally Ride Again!
Posted on Sun Jun 28th, 2026 @ 1:17pm by Lieutenant JG T'Lar & Lieutenant JG Jacob Rosen
5,508 words; about a 28 minute read
Mission:
Character Development
Location: California Coastal Highway 1/ Santa Cruz
Timeline: Shore leave day 5
It was one of those rare mornings along the California Coast that wasn't socked in with overcast, fog or drizzle. The early morning sun was bright and high over the hills of Pacifica as Jake and Tally, aka Jacob and T'Lar made their way south through the small little suburb along the rocky shoreline of the ocean for which it was named. T'Lar had set their motorcycles on GPS enabled auto cruise tandem ride mode which meant the bikes basically rode themselves with full gyro stabilization, auto braking, automatic speed regulation, lane recognition and maintenance in a staggered formation no more than one bike length from each other but with the option of riding side by side if T'Lar so chose to engage it. Basically all the two of them had to do was just hang on and enjoy the view with their entire route preselected. This left time for them to really converse and for T'Lar to point out various landmarks like the tiny Montara Lighthouse, or a pod of whales spouting out at sea. The coastline was raw and jagged and magnificent with endless miles of waves crashing on the shoreline. They passed through the little town of Half Moon Bay, passed the marina with its harbor full of small sailing vessels and fishing trawlers then back out to the rugged coast once again.
T'Lar reveled in the sensations of the cool wind and the salt air, but her riding suit kept her comfortable. About 26 miles outside of Santa Cruz stood the centuries old Pigeon Point Lighthouse and hostel. T'Lar pointed to the one hundred and fifteen foot tall tower.
"Look Jacob! Let's stop for a break." T'Lar suggested
"Lead the way." Jacop replied over the comm, smiling at the excitement in T'Lar's voice. While she was the touch telepath, Jacob found that her enthusiasm was infectious and endearing.
T'Lar put the trip in suspend mode and because hers was the lead bike Jacob's dutifully followed her down the long driveway of the promontory jutting out at the head of a long cove stretching south. There were a series of old keepers quarters which had been converted into a hostel and a small gift shop alongside a foghorn building. They parked their bikes and were met by a docent who asked if they would like a tour of the lighthouse.
"What do you think, Jacob? It's still early in the day..." T'Lar asked."The view from the top is bound to be one of great beauty."
"Clearly it will pale in comparison to the one I accompany." He replied with a wink and smile. You had to get the points in where you could. "Only one way to prove me right. We should see it."
The Docent smiled and began his spiel, taking them to the door of the tower and explaining that the tower is the tallest lighthouse still standing on the West Coast of North America, and was completed in 1871, named after the shipwreck of the USS Carrier Pigeon in 1853. He went on to say it was a masonry tower typical of the New England style of lighthouses of that era. He explained that in the time after world war three the tower and station fell into disrepair but in 2305 it was declared a Federation Landmark and restored to the condition they saw it in now. For it's 500th Anniversary the original first order Fresnel lens was restored to the lamp room in 2371 and its one of only 3 left on the entire planet. The prisms that make up the lens were specially coated to allow them to be displayed once more, something that had not been able to be done since the late 20th Century due to UV light damage. He then stated that there are one hundred and thirty six steps to the top of the light tower and asked if Jacob and T'lar were ready to go up.
"Yes, please," said T'lar
"I am always fascinated that given the devastation of the Eugenics Wars and World War Three, humans decided that not only could we make a better future, we could fix those things of our past that captivated us. I feel I am continually learning of new instances of that." Jacob said as he followed behind. "We can never erase the fact that it happened, but we can repair it. Inspiring."
Together they made their way up the wrought iron circular staircase, up and up and up all the way to the lamp room, a circular gallery with just enough room for the three of them and the huge first order Fresnel lens. The view out to sea and up and down the coast was breathtaking, and T'Lar held Jacob's hand tightly.
"For someone who makes their living on a starship, you would think I would not feel such a sense of heights, but it is dizzying." T'Lar confessed.
"Probably has something to do with seeing what is there being relatively close. Not a planet that we're orbiting." He smiled as he held T'Lar's hand gently.
"They call it the standing on the flagpole effect. It is because you have the three hundred and sixty degree view with nothing obstructing it. It feels like you are perched precariously, but I assure you we are quite safe." the Docent said.
"It reminds me of my first spacewalk at the Academy. Very disconcerting." T'Lar said, "Yet mesmerizing at the same time."
"I ralphed in my helmet during Boot Camp when our Drill Instructors took us up above Mars." Jacob said laughing. "Then the bits that didn't stick to me or the visor immediately just hung in the microgravity. It was humiliating and disgusting. They had me scrubbing out the entire platoon's suits for the next week."
"Time to head back down, looks like another few people are gathering for a tour I'm afraid," the Docent said."Grab a few pictures real quick before you forget..."
And T'Lar did. She grabbed a picture of Jacob on the circular stair leading down from the light room. He took one of her standing next to the First Order lens and once they got to the bottom and thanked their tour guide they found just the right spot to do a selfie with their smiling faces leaned in together and the lighthouse in the background. After checking out the gift shop and picking up a few post cards, they each made a trip to the lavatory, drank some water and got back on their bikes. T'Lar re engaged the autocruise mode and they got back on the road.
Arriving at the Dream in by the wharf next to the boardwalk in Santa Cruz
Jacob followed T'Lar into the parking lot for The Dream Inn. It had been a beautiful ride indeed and Jacob had great appreciation for all the details she had pointed out once the autocruise function was in effect. The time seemed to fly past as they observed and shared the experience. Jacob approached her as they took their helmets off and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her pointed ear.
"You are an excellent tour guide." Jacob said, looking into her eyes and letting the eye contact linger for a moment in silence, the sound of the ocean waves crashing onto the shore nearby.
"Thank you, Jacob. I am gratified that you are enjoying the trip thus far." she said, meeting his gaze unwaveringly for a moment before starting to unload her luggage. Once she had her bags,one duffel over each shoulder, she secured her helmet in the trunk of her bike and picked up her last bag, a soft sided small suitcase, with her left hand. Jacob was similarly loaded out as they made their way to the main desk and checked in.
Jacob snagged a luggage cart and they made their way to the fifth floor, room 517, a terrace room with an ocean view overlooking the beach below facing the Santa Cruz Municipal Wharf. T'Lar dropped her bags on the bed and went to the sliding glass window and opened it; the cool sea breeze wafted in rustling the white linen drapes carrying with it the sounds of gulls and the barking of sea lions and the smell of the ocean. The room was spacious, decked out with nautical accents in blue with white trim, featuring a small kitchenette with replicator and barstool seating, a spacious bathroom with a combination tub and shower, a large vid screen and of course a king sized bed. Under the vid screen was a credenza in which to place their clothing in addition to the wardrobe next to the door as you entered the room. On the balcony were two oversized white rattan chairs with blue and white striped cushions facing a glass fronted railing for unobstructed views. From the left came the sounds of famous Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk, replicated and restored to the condition of its heyday in the early 21st century. Even from a quarter mile away you could hear the screams of delight and the roar of the roller coaster as it hurtled down the track. On this side of the wharf and on the other side were hundreds of people on the beaches, enjoying the water and the sun. Surfers bobbed outside the break waiting for waves, each taking their turns at the world famous Steamer Lane out by the squat brick Mark Abbot Memorial Lighthouse to the far right on the near horizon.
Jacob opened the sliding door that led from the bedroom to the balcony, allowing the drapes to sway in the wind, and the smell of the ocean to engulf the room. It had taken him a long time to learn how to be present in a moment and with the people around him, it was in fact a perishable skill, one that required constant practice. In this moment, he sat and breathed, drinking in the present.
T'lar peeled out of her riding suit, took a quick shower and changed into her freshly laundered tan shorts and USS Sunfire Tee, a pair of white ankle socks and her hiking boots. She picked up a pamphlet off of the credenza advertising the Boardwalk's many rides and activities.
"Jacob! The Boardwalk has a Pirate themed mini golf course!" she prounounced.
"I feel a rematch may be in order." Jacob replied, smile spreading across his face. "Perhaps the Pirate theme may give me the extra motivation for success."
"Would you believe, as many times as I've been through Santa Cruz I have never actually gone to the Boardwalk? I've always passed through on my way back into the redwood forests along Highway 9 on my way to Saratoga, or coming the other way up from Saratoga through Santa Cruz to Highway 1."
"Well, I am happy to discover something new together." He said, nonverbally checking in with her before lacing his fingers between hers as they stood together. A warmth that was not all physical spread between the two of them. Jacob had always heard the stereotype of Vulcans being cold, his relationship with T'Lar had shattered that. The feelings were there, one just had to look.
"Are you hungry? I understand they have a wood fired pizza oven downstairs. How does a large vegetarian deluxe with a side of deep fried artichoke hearts sound for lunch?" T'Lar asked
"That sounds delicious. You have excellent taste." Jacob replied
"Very well, I'll call downstairs to order the food while you shower and change. It should be ready by the time you are..."
"Marching orders received Lieutenant." Jacob said with a teasing salute as he walked to the bathroom to wash. Shortly he reemerged wearing a lightweight button up shirt with a pale pink and white floral pattern, tan shorts, and white facsimile Jordans.
True to her estimate, no sooner had Jacob finished dressing than there came a knock on the door. T'Lar answered it and a long haired bearded man in a tie died tee shirt , cargo shorts and flip flops met her with a pizza box, cardboard plates, napkins and a bag made translucent from the fry oil the scrumptious treats inside were made with. T'Lar thanked the man and took the items, placing them on the kitchenette counter. Next she replicated herself a mudslide and set out the plates. She took two pieces of pizza for herself and half a dozen deep fried artichoke hearts and placed them on the plate.
"You were right, that was surprisingly fast." Jacob said striding to the kitchenette and replicating a cucumber water before sitting across from the beautiful woman.
T'Lar took a bite. Of all earth foods, vegetarian pizza was probably her favorite, except for chile rellenos, which was a close second. Deep fried anything vegetarian came in third. The pizza was exquisite, prompting a double eyebrow raise. She took a bite of deep fried artichoke heart which elicited a long slow blink and a slight head turn. Finally she took a sip of the alcoholic milkshake and barely stifled an almost orgasmic moan as the chocolate shot straight through her brain's pleasure center with intoxicating effect. The sugar high was immediate and immensely pleasurable.
"That must be good." Jacob said with an observant smile before taking a bite, the roasted peppers and sun dried tomatoes perfectly balanced with the bits of feta and the crunch of the crust. Replicated food was by all modern science, the same as cooked food. Jacob's taste buds however, felt differently.
Having eaten her pizza, she began finishing off the remaining deep fried artichoke hearts on her plate, each one punctuated by another sip of her mudslide. Fortunately T'Lar knew when to say when. Her intention was to enjoy a nice chocolate buzz but not become for all intents and purposes drunk. She had her dignity to uphold after all, and needed to be able to control her inhibitions. That last one was proving difficult at the moment, as Jacob was looking extremely aesthetically pleasing to her, just the two of them, alone in the hotel room. But she told herself, there would be time enough for that later. She'd never been to the Boardwalk because she'd never had a reason to go before. Now she had one, and she intended to make the most of the opportunity.
Following their lunch, Jacob and T'Lar made their way by a leisurely stroll from the Dream in to the famous Boardwalk, entering first via the massive old Casino building, above which sat the Cocoanut Ballroom. The Casino had long ago been converted into an arcade, filled with both modern and replicas of ancient video games and rows of pinball machines. The noise from all of the various games was a bit too much for T'Lar's sensitive hearing so they made a hasty exit onto the Colonnade which was faced by many little shops. It was hard to believe that companies such as Santa Cruz skateboards and O'neil's Surf Shop still existed after four hundred years, but they did right next to the authentic saltwater taffy shop. T'Lar had never tried saltwater taffy, and found it to be quite pleasing, particularly the chocolate flavored kind.
In short order they found themselves at the entrance to the Buccaneer Bay indoor minigolf course.
Jacob and T'Lar competed in earnest, this particular minigolf course having more lights and sound effects than their previous endeavor. Even the staff affected a charming, if a tad cheesy, pirate accent. Like before the two remained neck and neck throughout the various holes. T'Lar's disciplined shots and more applied skill frequently outpacing Jacob's improvisational approach. He found it increasingly difficult to focus on the game and fight his almost nervous need to make jokes and fill the air.
As the game began to wind down Jacob found himself the winner by a single stroke and he swore he could see the faintest smile on T'Lar's face. He pecked her lightly on the cheek as the couple entered a photobooth for a souvenir picture. Moments later the booth printed out a thin reel of pictures. Jacob put the prints in his pocket and walked with T'Lar arm in arm out of the building.
Next they came to the over five hundred year old carousel, lovingly restored to perfect working order with its original auto calliope cranking out early 20th century marching music. T'Lar, knowing Jacob's love of competition suggested that they see who could toss the most brass rings into the clown's mouth, a large visage set in the wall just after the apparatus that hung down by which one could grab the afore mentioned brass ring.
"You're on Tally." Jacob said with a playful smile, using her preferred nickname for the first time. There was something almost intimate about both her sharing the name and consenting for him to use it.
They each selected a mount on the outer edge of the carousel as the music began to play and their wooden steeds began to move up and down the ramp holding the rings came into view. T'Lar snatched one as she went by and had mere seconds in which to gauge the angle and trajectory before launching her brass ring at the eight inch wide hole that served as the clown's mouth. Her aim was true and she made the shot, causing a bell to ring and the clown's eyes to light up.
Jacob reveled in the shared activity with T'Lar. The friendly competition brought out more of, well he wasn't quite sure he could call them microexpressions but now that he thought of it, he wasn't sure exactly how to describe the subdued reactions that spoke louder than words. The light in her eyes as the ring passed through the clown's mouth, the slightest tugging of a smile at the corner of her lips as Jacob's ring ricocheted off as he dramatically through his arms in the air.
And on they went ring by ring, some landing, some missing as the calliope played on for approximately three minutes and then the ride was over. When all was counted T'Lar had ten successful tosses to Jacob's seven.
"It looks like we are tied for the day, Jacob," T'Lar said.
"You are a tough opponent." Jacob replied, laughing in delight.
"I suppose you want to go on the Giant Dipper roller coaster next?" T'Lar asked.
"I do love roller coasters Tally." Jacob said, looking at the ride. "There's just something wonderful about the twists and turns. In another life, maybe I would have been on the flight deck."
"I have never been on a roller coaster of any kind in my entire life. I admit that starting out on a five hundred year old wooden model gives me pause, however if you are up for it, so am I." She said.
They got in line and as luck would have it found themselves in the front car. Once restrained the ride started with a lurch and they found themselves in a long dark tunnel headed towards the main hill where they clickity clanked their way to the top before making a turn to the left and descending the first hill. Next came a camel back and a left turn into more camel backs, the apogee of each achieving moments of zero G. T'Lar found she did not like the experience at all, as it reminded her of evasive maneuvers during the battle with the Naussican pirate ship. Fortunately it was over quickly.
They exited the ride, hair eskew as the couple walked away from the stream of fellow riders. A wide smile was plastered across Jacob's face as he watched the next iteration of carts drop down the initial hill. "Absolutely marvelous.
"I will need a moment to regain my equilibrium. I'm afraid that made me quite queasy." T'Lar confessed as they exited the ride.
"Let's sit you down." Jacob replied with concern.
"Perhaps something to settle my stomach. That stand over there, it smells quite appealing. What is a chrurro?" T'Lar asked Jacob.
"The sweet tooth strikes again! Can't believe you didn't try one at the Academy." Jacob said, helping her over to the cart. It smelled of heat and fryer grease attended by a smiling Bolian man with a mauve apron. In a matter of minutes he handed over two fresh and hot churros with cinnamon. Knowing T'Lar's preferences, Jacob made sure to get a small cup of chocolate for dipping.
T'Lar attempted a bite but it was too hot and she suggested that they wander back towards the wharf while the churros cooled a bit. The walk took about five minutes to reach the long wood planked promontory jutting out into the bay atop tree trunk sized pilings.
They meandered to a bench overlooking sea lions barking on the lower dock. Sitting down, Jacob placed the small chocolate cup between them.
"Are there any Vulcan confectioneries you have fond memories of? Or perhaps due to the uh, unique reaction you described perhaps there is a different niche." Jacob could feel a slight tinge of heat spread across his ears. Sometimes you realized what you were asking as the words came out of your mouth. Sometimes seemed to be more times in his experience.
T'Lar took a bite of the warm and chewy churro dipped in chocolate sauce, giving a low moan of pleasure as the sugary goodness went straight to her brain.
"Because of the Vulcan propensity to de-emphasize pleasurable experiences due to their emotional properties, our sweets tend to be rather bland by human standards. There is one hard candy that is flavored like Vulcan spiced tea that is quite popular amongst my people, myself included. But nothing so extraordinary as this. Crunchy yet chewy, and it melts in your mouth! The chocolate sauce is a bonus but if I'm being honest I think I prefer it with just the cinnamon alone." T'Lar answered.
"What about you, Jake?" she asked, using his preferred nickname,"What is your favorite confection or sugary treat?"
"If I had to pick." Jacob started, scratching his beard in thought. "Salted caramel ice cream." He finished with finality.
She took another bite of her churro. Dodging swooping seagulls attempting to steal it, she broke off a piece and tossed it to the side.Instantly a dozen birds clamored and fought over the piece of doughy goodness and a half dozen more stood looking at her to throw another, which she did. Then she took another bite for herself.
Jacob loved birds, even seagulls greedily fighting over the small sugary morsel. He found himself smiling as he observed the social interaction between the squawking birds. One in particular winning the piece of T'Lar's churro and subsequently began indignantly proclaiming its victory.
Having finished their churros they found they were thirsty and so they continued down the wharf in search of a purveyor of beverages. In short order they came across a man with a shaved ice cart making snow cones.
"Lime please." Jacob said, taking a green snowcone. "Thank you." He stood to the side waiting for T'Lar to take her's. Gazing out to the water, Jacob watched children chasing each other on the beach and wind surfers further out. Jacob brought his attention back to T'Lar with a smile.
T'Lar opted for a pineapple and mango flavored snow cone. Sipping from a straw as she held Jacob's hand the two of them came to the end of the pier where throngs of people were fishing or crabbing with nets off the sides of the wharf. Gulls whirled overhead. Seals and sea lions swam below, barking incessantly. Waves roared as they crashed into the pilings, filling the air with the smell of salt spray. Off to the right on a tiny peninsula bounding the cove stood the squat little brick lighthouse and it's statue of a lone surfer and his board. Bobbing out past Seal Rock were a dozen surfers waiting for the break. Sailboats, anchored off shore, rose and fell with the swell. Pelicans flew in formation like ancient bombers then dove into the ocean to gulp up fish. A man was playing blues on a guitar and singing to nobody in particular, while a teen on a skateboard delighted the tourists with tricks.All the while the sun glinted off the water like a million sparkling diamonds. T'Lar, feeling the moment with Jacob, gave his hand a squeeze.
Jacob squeezed back without a word and they began meandering back up the boardwalk. Slowly weaving in between the larger groups of families and friends. It was humbling in a way to realize that even with the trials and tribulations of ship life and the adventures that their lives entailed, life kept going on for everyone else.
As they walked back to their hotel room T'Lar confessed how liberated she felt in that moment with him.
"I haven't felt this way in a very long time, Jake. I feel like the possibilities are incalculable. I want you to know, I am committed to this one hundred percent. I want to do whatever it takes on my end to make this work."
"I echo the feeling." Jacob said, taking her hands in his own. "It is as if I had been holding my breath and hadn't realized it." He remarked honestly. "I am savoring this time with you." Jacob said, lightly bringing his forehead to hers. "Not that there's anything wrong with being aboard ship. But this is different, we can just be two people here, and for a time forget all the other things."
T'Lar kissed him tenderly and together they walked back to their hotel room hand in hand and heart in heart.
2374
"How far out is the cavalry?" Jacob coughed, the environmental systems were beginning to fail and no longer could clear up the smoke on the wrecked bridge.
"Fifteen minutes Mister Rosen." Came the reply from the enlisted crewman manning the Operations console. "Jem'Hadar Attack Ship coming around for another pass. Another contact Ensign Rosen. Make that two more Jem'Hadar."
"Any response from the Naha?" Jacob asked, almost pleading, willing the universe to give him someone who could take charge of the situation.
"Negative sir. We're getting lifesigns but no power, looks like the escape pods are starting to launch."
Jacob thought to himself for a long moment. Too long. The bridge rocked as the Marquam was hit by another salvo. The lights flickered and the electric smell of ozone filled the air. He thumbed the switch for the 1MC, hearing the tone after a moment to tell him he was being broadcast throughout the ship.
"All hands this is the Bridge. We are setting the evacuation order. Abandon ship, I say again all hands to life pods, abandon ship."
In disciplined efficiency, the surviving crew of the Bridge made their way to the nearest pods. Jacob ushered his comrades to safety, staying until he was the last one. His gaze lingered on the bodies of the Captain and First Officer, laid to rest beside the conn. The ship rocked and he heard the sounds and felt the vibration of the pods being launched. As he made his way to the last one, his pod, there was an error message displayed on the screen.
SEAL FAULT UNABLE TO LAUNCH
Fuck. Jacob thought, mind scrambling, unable to accept that he would die. The ship rocked once more as he ran for the bridge airlock, an idea, an absolutely insane idea forming in his mind as he threw on the closest environmental suit and dragged a battery in with him. Jacob could feel the deck groan under the continued assault.
Rapidly tapping commands into his PaDD and feeling the thrum of the battery, Jacob looked through the window slits back into the bridge as he jabbed the activation sequence. Disruptor fire lanced through the ship as it twisted apart, his miniature forcefield activating and plugging the gaps of the airlock with blue light. Jacob slammed against the side of the door, feeling a crunch as he blacked out.
Jacob awoke with a start, heart hammering away, covered in sweat, gasping for air. He immediately sat up in the pale pre-dawn light of his hotel room he was sharing with T'Lar. That dream again. That memory. It came less often now, but every time it returned he felt like he was still there. A scared Ensign, out of his depth, and out of any semblance of luck. He wasn't there anymore, and he wasn't that person anymore. At least, not completely.
T'Lar, who had been asleep holding Jacob's hand gasped awake. She'd been dreaming peacefully when suddenly she was over come with terror so mind numbingly real that for a moment she was paralyzed, unable to move or cry out. Realizing in an instant that the emotions she was experiencing belonged not to herself but to Jacob she whispered,"Jacob, it is all right. You are here with me. You are safe."
"I'm fine, I'm sorry for disturbing you. Just a bad dream. A nightmare. A parting gift from the Dominion for the rest of my life." He said with a smirk that didn't reach his eyes.
T'lar cradled Jacob's head to her bosom.
"I understand," she said, "More than you know..."
"I think that some part of us didn't return from the Dominion War. They took that sliver of our person. Broke it. No matter how much work I put in, part of me is still there." Jacob said, resting his head on T'Lar's shoulder.
"If you want to talk about it, I'm here to listen..." She said in a soothing tone.
"Captain, First Officer, Tactical Officer, Helmsman. All gone in minutes. Suddenly the whole bridge was looking at me and I hesitated..." Jacob slowly breathed in and out. "We took several more hits, hull breach in main engineering. Because I wasn't ready and I froze, even for a moment."
"You know I cannot read your mind, however I was holding your hand while we slept and when you began experiencing emotional distress it intruded it's way into my dreams. The fear was overwhelming for a moment and in my dream I was unable to move or think clearly, just as you weren't." She said
"Jacob that isn't hesitation, it was an acute stress reaction. Your autonomic nervous system temporarily overloaded. I felt it. It only lasted for a few moments but there was nothing you could do differently. It took time for your brain to reboot as it were. It had nothing to do with you being ready. In fact your training kicked in and took over very quickly based upon the resolve I felt in the face of the danger I could not identify. You were still frightened but you pushed that aside with determination, I felt it."
Jacob stared off into the formless darkness that enshrouded the rest of the room. The red alert klaxon from his dream echoing but slowly, as his breathing slowed, fading. He rubbed his hand along the back of T'Lar's wrist and lightly kissed the back of her hand.
"Jake, traumatic memories are often unreliable narrators. They have the luxury of looking back through hindsight, where solutions that were evasive in the moment seem painfully obvious when given additional time and consideration. You are human, and your responses were proportional with that fact. You have nothing to feel ashamed of."
He remained silent for a long moment, listening to the empathy in T'Lar's words. "Thank you T'Lar." Jacob finally replied, making eye contact. "I don't know what I did to catch your eye. But i'm glad I did." He paused to peck her cheek. "I guess I'll need to actually make that appointment with Commander Vali." He said with a self deprecating smirk.
"Either she or Counselor Remal would serve you well... As for what you did to 'catch my eye' as you say, quite honestly it was your audacious flirtatiousness combined with your aesthetically pleasing looks that captured my attention. Very few humans have the confidence to try and 'put the moves' on a Vulcan. That confidence was and is very attractive." T'Lar admitted.
They settled in and in short order, fell back to a restful slumber in each other's arms. A peaceful feeling of safety and support enveloping them. Each not quite near where they wanted to be, but together, the two could put one foot in front of the other and continue forward. Jacob was no fortune teller, he wasn't a weatherman. He did feel however, that his future had to involve this amazing woman who sat next to him on the bridge not long ago. They weren't the solution for each other's traumas but together the two of them felt seen, and that their presence mattered. Perhaps that was the key, someone to help you believe that your traumas did not define you.
TBC
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