Author(s): Alianne Title: All I Ask Is A Tall Ship Word count: so far 3,000 but they're old. None new. But I'm getting to it. What is the main pairing (if there is one): Klaine
Optional (but fun!) info: Summary: Back then, breaking up was the sensible option, because they were going to be on opposite sides of the galaxy. Four years and one transfer request later, they might just get a second chance. (aka: (Star Trek Klaine AU); the one where Kurt and Blaine are Starfleet officers)
Short Excerpt: “You're leaving? Is this true?” Blaine sighs, turns around, because even if he has to be on shift in ten minutes, he knows he cannot avoid the questions forever. “Yes.” Wes blinks, shakes his head, because he doesn't understand. “But why? You love it here and you have more than four months of service left on this ship, I don't...” “It's a great opportunity.” Blaine shrugs, rattling off the explanation he has practiced in front of his mirror earlier. “I do love the Dalton, but the New Directions is a challenge. And when I heard they needed a new Science Officer, I requested the transfer. I love the research we do here, but they are going out into deep space. It's exciting. I've dreamed of a mission like that since before I was even accepted into the academy. I cannot pass up the chance to be a part of that.” “Are you sure about this?” Wes does not seem convinced, he knows him too well. “We are going to miss you. Replacing you is not going to be easy. And you have friends here.” “I'll miss you guys too,” Blaine assures him, and, god yes, he will. So much. “It's going to be... different. But we'll stay in touch. And I'm really looking forward to this. Please try to understand. I've thought this through and I believe that this is the right thing for me.” He's glad he practiced this little speech. It sounds like he means every word of it. “I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into,” Wes says. “From what I hear of the New Directions, it's chaos. Exciting work, no doubt, but no clear command structure, mutinies, back-stabbing, excessive bed-hopping... You sure you're ready for all of that?” Blaine laughs, dismissing the argument with a wave of his hand, displaying a confidence he doesn't feel. “You're making it sound worse than it probably is.” Dear god, he hopes so. “And I've never heard of an actual mutiny. I think they just have a different... approach to certain things. That's not always necessarily a bad thing, you know. Anyway, it's all part of the challenge.” A different approach, yes. Everyone who has ever been in contact with the New Directions or actually served there has stories to tell. Most of them not very comforting for anyone who's about to embark on that ship for a five-year mission with that crew. “Whatever you say,” Wes replies, looking skeptical, which is to be expected of someone with his level of respect for rules and discipline. They all value that, it's part of their training, it's part of who they are. Blaine is sure the crew of the New Directions is no different in that respect, or none of them would ever have made it through the academy. They're just... on their own so much. In deep space. It probably means you have to get a little creative every once in a while. And isn't that also part of the skill of a good Starfleet officer? It's definitely a skill he hopes to acquire along the way. “I have to go,” he says, not wanting to talk about it anymore. None of what he told Wes is a lie. Well. Maybe a lie by omission. But it's all he's comfortable sharing about his sudden decision to leave this ship. Wes is right, though. He has no idea what he's getting himself into. But, so what? Even if all the stories are true, asking for this transfer was still the right thing to do. He has his reasons.
Have you found a beta?: possibly. Pretty sure. Yes.
Title: All I Ask Is A Tall Ship
Word count: so far 3,000 but they're old. None new. But I'm getting to it.
What is the main pairing (if there is one): Klaine
Optional (but fun!) info:
Summary: Back then, breaking up was the sensible option, because they were going to be on opposite sides of the galaxy. Four years and one transfer request later, they might just get a second chance. (aka: (Star Trek Klaine AU); the one where Kurt and Blaine are Starfleet officers)
Short Excerpt: “You're leaving? Is this true?”
Blaine sighs, turns around, because even if he has to be on shift in ten minutes, he knows he cannot avoid the questions forever. “Yes.”
Wes blinks, shakes his head, because he doesn't understand. “But why? You love it here and you have more than four months of service left on this ship, I don't...”
“It's a great opportunity.” Blaine shrugs, rattling off the explanation he has practiced in front of his mirror earlier. “I do love the Dalton, but the New Directions is a challenge. And when I heard they needed a new Science Officer, I requested the transfer. I love the research we do here, but they are going out into deep space. It's exciting. I've dreamed of a mission like that since before I was even accepted into the academy. I cannot pass up the chance to be a part of that.”
“Are you sure about this?” Wes does not seem convinced, he knows him too well. “We are going to miss you. Replacing you is not going to be easy. And you have friends here.”
“I'll miss you guys too,” Blaine assures him, and, god yes, he will. So much. “It's going to be... different. But we'll stay in touch. And I'm really looking forward to this. Please try to understand. I've thought this through and I believe that this is the right thing for me.” He's glad he practiced this little speech. It sounds like he means every word of it.
“I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into,” Wes says. “From what I hear of the New Directions, it's chaos. Exciting work, no doubt, but no clear command structure, mutinies, back-stabbing, excessive bed-hopping... You sure you're ready for all of that?”
Blaine laughs, dismissing the argument with a wave of his hand, displaying a confidence he doesn't feel. “You're making it sound worse than it probably is.” Dear god, he hopes so. “And I've never heard of an actual mutiny. I think they just have a different... approach to certain things. That's not always necessarily a bad thing, you know. Anyway, it's all part of the challenge.” A different approach, yes. Everyone who has ever been in contact with the New Directions or actually served there has stories to tell. Most of them not very comforting for anyone who's about to embark on that ship for a five-year mission with that crew.
“Whatever you say,” Wes replies, looking skeptical, which is to be expected of someone with his level of respect for rules and discipline. They all value that, it's part of their training, it's part of who they are. Blaine is sure the crew of the New Directions is no different in that respect, or none of them would ever have made it through the academy. They're just... on their own so much. In deep space. It probably means you have to get a little creative every once in a while. And isn't that also part of the skill of a good Starfleet officer? It's definitely a skill he hopes to acquire along the way.
“I have to go,” he says, not wanting to talk about it anymore. None of what he told Wes is a lie. Well. Maybe a lie by omission. But it's all he's comfortable sharing about his sudden decision to leave this ship. Wes is right, though. He has no idea what he's getting himself into. But, so what? Even if all the stories are true, asking for this transfer was still the right thing to do. He has his reasons.
Have you found a beta?: possibly. Pretty sure. Yes.
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