Once Jim left Spock's house, he found some clothes that fit, said goodbye to Nyota and nodded confusedly at Spock before heading out in the car that brought him there nearly a week before
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Joanna rushed a bit faster back to the guest quarters, and managed to get there with an hour to spare, rather than the half she'd approximated. Not sure what was the plan, she chose to wear one of the new dresses that she'd bought out with Pasha. She finally had makeup, hair things that weren't utilitarian, and all the girly things she could buy on her Ensign's salary that had been hoarded since she got here except for Christmas presents. She had a wardrobe again. It felt wonderful
She hoped that they'd had a nice time doing whatever they were doing. She never inquired about Pon Farr, and they'd never offered. It wasn't her place after all. She'd had a nice time, chatting with the old Spock for that day, before she'd headed towards a new thunderstorm. Old Spock was pretty smart, especially for an old guy. Definitely worthy of being a Spock.
Pulling her hair into a chignon and grabbed a purse and the ever present water bottle, she made her way to her Dad's quarters.
Bones had been sitting on the sofa for a while, thinking. There was a part of him that hoped what he was worried about wasn't true, despite the glaring evidence to the contrary.
Joanna had seen this coming.
Maybe it was different where she was. Maybe it had been obvious, planned and agreed to, not the attack that he and Jim endured. Either way, there was a knot in his stomach thinking about it and all he wanted now was answers. Whatever she had.
Most of the lingering bruises were covered by his clothing, but one side of his face still bore the remains of an ugly bruise, pale green and nearly healed. He opened the door when she arrived, and smiled a little despite the tightness in his chest. "You look pretty, Jo."
Joanna smiled. "Thanks, Pasha and I went shopping. We got all sorts of stuff. She even got a couple of date style outfits.I wasn't sure what you had in mind for today."
She reached up to touch the bruise lightly lifting an eyebrow quizzically. "What were you and Uncle Jim up to? That's several days old by the looks of it. Did you two fight? Is he okay? You're okay, right? Did you at least ice it?" Maybe they were just bar-crawling instead of what she thought. That was...disappointing a little.
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Love,
Jo
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Starfleet guest quarters, level 16. Room 26.
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- Tina
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Thanks again for the help.
LHM
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- Tina
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She hoped that they'd had a nice time doing whatever they were doing. She never inquired about Pon Farr, and they'd never offered. It wasn't her place after all. She'd had a nice time, chatting with the old Spock for that day, before she'd headed towards a new thunderstorm. Old Spock was pretty smart, especially for an old guy. Definitely worthy of being a Spock.
Pulling her hair into a chignon and grabbed a purse and the ever present water bottle, she made her way to her Dad's quarters.
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Joanna had seen this coming.
Maybe it was different where she was. Maybe it had been obvious, planned and agreed to, not the attack that he and Jim endured. Either way, there was a knot in his stomach thinking about it and all he wanted now was answers. Whatever she had.
Most of the lingering bruises were covered by his clothing, but one side of his face still bore the remains of an ugly bruise, pale green and nearly healed. He opened the door when she arrived, and smiled a little despite the tightness in his chest. "You look pretty, Jo."
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She reached up to touch the bruise lightly lifting an eyebrow quizzically. "What were you and Uncle Jim up to? That's several days old by the looks of it. Did you two fight? Is he okay? You're okay, right? Did you at least ice it?" Maybe they were just bar-crawling instead of what she thought. That was...disappointing a little.
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It was a moment before he spoke, and it wasn't to answer any of her questions. "Why did you ask if we were staying with Spock?"
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Are you alright?
Sam
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...fuck
Yeah. I'm good.
You?
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Can I see you?
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Love,
Momma and Daddy
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See you soon?
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And yes, hopefully.
Love,
Momma
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