<USS Avalon> "Heirlooms" Cmdr Skyler

"Heirlooms"
Cmdr Skyler
 
Having beamed back aboard, Skyler still had a few hours until her meeting  
with the Captain, she took the time to contemplate situations of late. She was  
going to be an Aunt. Her. She had never in her wildest dreams thought she 
would  ever hear a little voice call her Aunt.
 
She sat in her quarters wondering how it would feel to hold a child that  was 
a part of her parents. She couldn't quite fathom that. She had always  
thought that she was the last of their family, yet now she not only had a  
sister, 
her sister was going to have a child. How much of her parents would be  in this 
child? As a Doctor she knew the statistic's, she also knew that she was  not 
a full Betazoid nor was Melanie. 
 
What wisdom would she be able to impart unto this child? She wished she  
knew. Georgia would be there as always to smother and spoil the child just as  
she 
had when they were little themselves. She knew in her heart that Melanie  
would make a wonderful mother, she took after Celeste in so many ways. Her  
caring and thoughtful ways. Her looks, especially the eyes.  Her intelligence 
and 
her ability to get along with just about anyone.  Every time she looked into 
Melanie's eyes, she could see a part  of Celeste.
 
Getting up she walked over to her closet looking for something she hadn't  
looked at for a very, very long time. She found it under a pile of other stuff. 
 
She pulled it out, placing it on the bed where she sat next to it. She ran  
her hands over the smooth cover, noticing a few nicks here and there, they  
were to be expected after all the years of caring it from place to place.
 
Carefully, she opened it. It was lined with red velvet and still smelled of  
the sachet that had been placed in it by Celeste so many years ago. She  
carefully started to take out different items and placed them on the bed, she  
then 
placed the box on the floor. Looking at the items on the bed  flooded her 
mind with memories of her childhood, of happier times. These items  she would 
give to her niece, it even sounded strange to say the word.
 
On the bed was Soliel's first baby rattle along with her favorite blanket.  
Closing her eyes, Skyler could see Soliel in her crib with rattle and blanket,  
never letting go of either of them. There was the christening dress that both 
 Skyler and Soliel had worn, now it could be worn by this child. There were  
pictures of the two of them playing near the lake, feeding the fish in the 
pond,  of picnic's with their parents. There was a picture of Soliel when she 
was 
only  hours old, with Skyler trying to hold her and not drop her. To Skyler 
it  was her most favorite picture, Celeste and Maddox were also in the picture, 
it  was the only picture she had of the four of them as a family. Many more  
objects were laying on the bed, but Skyler couldn't look at  them. 
 
She debated long and hard before returning the picture of the four of them  
to the box. Soliel's child would need it now more than she did. She carefully  
put everything back into the box, gently closing it. It would be the last  
time she would look at these items, as she was now passing them on to the next  
generation.
 
She inserted a card, "Dear Soliel, I am passing on these heirlooms of our  
family, so that you may share them with your child. I have held onto  them long 
enough. It is time for them to be passed on. I pass them on  to you with love 
and the honor of knowing that you are my sister. I hope  they will in some way 
help you to tell your child about his/her grandparent's  and about you as a 
child. It is my gift to you. Love Skyler"
 
She wrapped the box in delicate paper and had it beamed directly to  
Melanie's quarters. With that done, she sat in a chair, closing her eyes and 
let  the 
silent tears flow down her face.

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