<USS Avalon> "Olive Branch"

"Olive Branch" 
Lt. Colonel Soliel 
 
Soliel sat at her desk, rubbing her temples. Between  taking care of Vevay 
and Mister Dareth, the attack on Betazed, not knowing  anything about her 
parents, and the increasing negativity onboard the ship she  was getting a 
monster 
of a migraine. She need to relax a little bit before she  made herself ill. 
 
~Thomas, tea and a aspirin  please.~
 
Unzipping her uniform jacket Soliel slipped it off her  shoulders and laid it 
across her desk. She then leaned back to rest her head on  her chair and 
closed her head. ~Come to me tonight, Dear One.~ Soliel  had left Vevay alone 
over 
the past few days, allowing the younger woman to come  to her when she needed 
too, but now she felt was the time to get the girl back  on track. 
 
When the door to her office whooshed open, Soliel  didnât even bother to open 
her eyes. She could sense it was Thomas. âAny word?â 
 
Thomas set the cup of tea down on the desk and then  handed Soliel a 
hypospary.  âNo, Colonel not yet.â 
 
Soliel frowned as she pressed the hypo to her own neck.  Daniel had promised 
to do his best to find out about her parents. Reaching out  she quickly 
pressed the button on her desk that would seal off her office. Once  the 
familiar 
hiss alerted her that she and Thomas were alone she could feel him  standing 
behind her, working her temples to ease her headache. âI plan on  spending 
the 
evening with Vevay tonight, Thomas, and while Iâm doing so I need  you to run 
a 
couple of earns for me.â 
 
âOf course Lady. What shall I do for you?â Thomas  replied as he hands 
moved 
to Solielâs neck. 
 
âYour going to deliver a few trinkets for me.â Soliel  replied with her 
eyes 
still closed. âFirst, a single sunflower. Then an  arrangement of exotic 
lilies. Finally a bottle of my best port.â 
 
Thomas lifted a sandy blonde eye brown. His Lady must  have found someone who 
has peaked her interest. She was clearly about to began  her favorite game. 
 
Soliel smiled. âThis isnât a game, Thomas. Iâm reaching  out to a lost 
lonely soul. Must like I did with my Dear One.â 
 
âForgive me, Lady. I did not mean to..â 
 
Reaching up, Soliel patted Thomasâ hand which was now  on her shoulder. âI 
know, Pet. I know.â 
 
âWho shall the gifts go to?â He asked, though he had a  pretty good idea. 

Again Soliel smiled. âThat delicious yet troubled  Ms. Cross. I think itâs 
time someone other then her wormy cousin offered the  girl an olive branch of 
friendship.  Itâs not going to hurt to smooth the  way for Vevay to make 
amends 
either.â
 
âThe gifts should be anonymous?â 
 
Soliel nodded. âFor now they have to be.â She handed  him several small 
white cards which sheâd had in her pocket, and a padd. âAll my  
instructions are 
on that.â
 
*****
 
Thomas waited until he was sure no one was in the  science lab so he could 
get in and out unseen. He left the bright yellow  sunflower on Jaydenâs desk 
with the handwritten note his Lady wanted to go with  it. 
 

The words that enlighten the  soul are more precious then jewels 
 

The next night, he waited until he could slip into  Jaydenâs quarters where 
he placed the bowl of lilies on her table with the note  that went with it. 
 
  Be fit for more then the  thing you are now doing. Let everyone know that 
you  have a reserve in  yourself, that you have more power than you are now 
using. 
 

Again Thomas waited for yet another night to pass  before he placed the 
bottle of port, itâs card tired around itâs neck with a  purple ribbing, on 
Jaydenâ
s coffee table. 
 
 We don't receive wisdom; we must  discover it for ourselves after a journey 
that no  one can take for us or  spare us. Your journey has been hard and 
harsh to date,  but there is no  longer a reason to take it alone. 
 
On the forth night Thomas simply left a handwritten  note card on Jaydenâs 
mirror. 
 
 Remember that you are beautiful.  You are powerful. You are strong. You are 
kind.  Your are wroth greatness  and love. For you are a woman. 
 
The last thing Thomas delivered was simply slipped  under Jaydenâs door. 
 
 Look not mournfully into the  past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve 
the  present. It is thine. Go  forth to meet the shadowy future, without fear. 

Meet me on the holodeck for  dinner tonight at nine.

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