<USS Avalon> Nowhere
- From: CptKetchum@xxxxxxx
- To: avalon@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2005 00:19:26 EDT
Nowhere
By Captain Keith Ketchum and Lieutenant First Class Josh Garrity
Josh dropped silently into the office he'd dubbed "nowhere" and moved
directly to the drawer where his charcoal pencil and sketchpad had been so
carefully placed. Soundlessly he gathered them up and withdrew into the far
corner to
work feverishly on the drawing he'd begun hours ago, before leaving to work
his shift, as though his very life somehow depended upon his ability to
complete it.
Keith had palmed the crystal and slipped it in his pocket, as he left his
office. Walking along the corridor he looked both directions, waiting for the
coast to be clear. Once it was he slipped quietly into a Jefferies tube.
Moving along he knew of a private office that no one was to know about. It
was
not listed on the plans for security reasons. If the ship was overtaken, a
lot of the systems could be routed to this office and ran from there.
Sliding the door open, he slid in. That's when he saw someone in the
corner. He knew who it was, based on the staff meetings, but he was the quiet
sort. "Mr. Garrity?"
Josh jumped up from where he sat cross-legged on the floor, dropping the
sketchbook and charcoal pencil to stand at attention. "Sir?" He asked, his
quiet, slightly accented voice carrying in it the depths of his incredulity
that
he'd been found here by the captain himself.
"As you were, Lieutenant. I was sure that no one was to know about this
location. But I have heard rumors of your work ethic, so it wouldn't surprise
me that someone would come across this room." He watched Josh carefully.
"Just wanting to get away from the hustle and bustle, like myself, I assume?"
Josh hesitated a moment before nodding, allowing himself to relax slightly.
"Yes, sirâ.Iâ.I justâI needed â" he stumbled softly, realizing after
he'd
begun that he had no way to explain what it was exactly he needed. He wasn't
really even sure what that was. He looked away quickly, sighing. Running his
hand through unruly curls in frustration, he stooped to gather up his
sketchbook and pencil again. "I didn't knowâI meanâI didn't
thinkâ.anyone else came
here," He admitted very quietly.
"It's quite alright, Mr. Garrity. I understand. Normally, I don't come
here, but I had something that I needed to do." Absently reaching into his
pocket and feeling the crystal. "And it's good that someone knows about this
place, it's a secure location, in case the ship is ever taken over." Thinking
over the reports that had crossed his desk recently, though just a lot of
information, but he recalled something. Taking a seat at the desk and
motioning Josh to join him, "My sympathies over the loss of your brother, how
are
you holding up?" Not really sure how to fully proceed, since he wasn't a
counselor.
"I'm â" He stopped himself just short of saying fine, deciding instead to
answer honestly as he moved slightly closer. "IâI don't knowâsirânot
really."
He hesitated another long moment before asking, "I'm sorryâ about yourâ
about Foresterâsir." He allowed himself to look up at Ketchum then, his eyes
showing clearly both pain and concern.
Their eyes locked and for a moment they seemed to share a bond, something
that only those that had lost someone would share. Finally, after a few
moments, "Thank you, though I wish I had known him better. It's a long
story."
His hand moved as if to brush away an unseen fly. His hand stopping and the
index finger pointing up, "Though, I do wonder, how did you know that Forester
was, well, my son?"
Josh blushed slightly. "I ...hearâthingsâI guessâpeople don't
thinkâdon't
see I'm thereâthey don'tâ"for what seemed the thousandth time he wished
that
his command of standard was better. "I listenâ I see thingsâ"He shrugged
then, and admitted for the first time, in his typically near-inaudible tones,
"Iâsometimesâ.I just know, I guessâ." He looked away, embarrassed to
have
been found knowing something this time he apparently shouldn't have. "I'm
sorry ifâif it wasâ I didn'tâI don'tâ.I haven'tâsaidâanythingâ."
He let it
trail off then, knowing that he wasn't helping himself here, still blushing.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor nearby, he looked up at Ketchum, surprised
to
see the pain and concern mirrored in another's eyes as well. He repeated
Ketchum's own question back to him then. "How are you holding up, sir?"
"I am doing, ok", he took the crystal from his pocket and laid it on the
desk. "I was given a recording, of John, supposedly, hence the reason I'm
here.
Though, I'm not sure that I really want to hear it." Trying to change the
subject, "And it appears that you come here to draw? May I see?"
Hesitating only a moment, Josh offered the sketchbook to him. The first
several pages were ship schematics, intricately detailed and labeled in the
minute and archaic Taurii. The next several were just as intricately drawn
nightmare pictures of the caves of Taursus and life in the mines. In the back
were
pictures of Zack, and surprisingly enough, the one he was working on now, one
of Zack and John together, though the two had never met. He studiously
examined his boot tops then, uncertain what the captain's reaction would be.
After looking at the first few pictures, "These are expertly drawn." Then
he got to the caves and mines, "Intricate detailing", not sure what else to
say about the horror that was there. Then the pictures of Zack, "This must
be, well, obviously." He looked up as he turned to the final picture, of Zack
and John, Keith's eyes started to water, and he rubbed them quickly, "This is
really good, you have his likeness perfect." He wanted to ask for a copy,
but didn't, as he handed to book back to Josh. "You are a true artist, Mr.
Garrity. Thank you for sharing."
Josh nodded, eyes still on his boot tops, pretending not to notice the
captain's tears. He cocked his head slightly, as if listening carefully, then
took
out the picture of John and Zack and offered it to Keith. "Ifâ.I wantâ.I'd
likeâyou to âto have thisâsir. If that's okay. Sir." The moment Keith
accepted it, he retreated back to the corner he'd dubbed 'his' and opened the
drawer, tucking his belongings away, then sat back down out of the way, giving
Keith some space.
"Mr. Garrity I don't know what to say, except thank you." Keith stood,
with the picture in hand, "I'll take my leave now, and let you return to what
you were doing, in this last place of solitude." Leaving the crystal on the
desk, he made his way to the door, or what was really a sliding opening.
Crawling out, the doorway slid shut.
Josh watched him go in silence. He couldn't help but feel as though he'd
intruded as his eyes fell upon the crystal left abandoned on the desk. He
thought a moment then picked it up and tucked it into the desk and messaging
the
captain that the information he'd not yet reviewed waited for him in the top
desk drawer of "nowhere".
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