[ussbansheec] Transfers

_ Transfers

_by Aidoaneth tr'Ghaladriel and T'Leara

He'd spent hours, with no exaggeration, staring out the window in the station's observation lounge, barely blinking or breathing. The boy was their son, their only child, and knowing he was beyond their reach at the moment--and possibly forever-- had been like a knife in Aidoaneth's gut since they'd gotten the news. He knew he'd been a miserable, surly bastard since then but the magnitude of pain he felt was overwhelming.

He had to go. Had to. He had to be there at the station where they were organizing the search for Aneirin's ship. That was the sum total of all the hours he'd spent thinking it over. Finally, he pushed himself away from the railing and strode purposefully toward their cabin.

T'Leara folded the last of her clothes and tucked them neatly into her bag then checked the time again. She left another message for Aidoaneth to meet her in their cabin. She needed to tell him where she was going. And why.

His features were generally described as rather strikingly good looking for a Rihanha his age but they had been drawn into an almost permanent scowl since the news. That scowl softened only slightly when he entered their cabin. "What's this, e'lev?"

"A transfer, k'diwa. Forgive me for not discussing it with you first, but I saw no logical reason to argue over something that might not happen. However, it appears I will be shipping out shortly. I should much prefer it if you would join me," T'Leara hoped he would understand her reason and join her, but she had to do this either way. It was for their son.

"Transfer..." Arms crossed tightly over his chest, his typical posture when he was so tightly controlling himself. "Why now?"

"Our son," T'Leara answered simply. "I can do nothing for him here. But there, I may be of some use. I may be able to help somehow to find him." She looked at her husband earnestly. "I have to try. Please understand."

Finally those tightly coiled arms unbent and he crossed the room to her, wrapping them around her. "You know me too well, e'lev," he murmured roughly. "I came here to tell you I was leaving to wait for him. I cannot stand this...this...doing nothing. It is maddening beyond belief."

"You have said the same of me, k'diwa." T'Leara reminded him straight faced. "And yet you do seem infinitely patient with it." Picking up a second, as yet empty bag, she offered it to him. "The shuttle leaves in an hour."

"Thee are my e'lev," he said softly, holding her tighter still, as if that explained it all. He released her and softly chuckled at the bag. Taking it, he moved to take what he needed immediately. "He is our son, my beloved. We will be there for him."

"Indeed," she agreed, her voice neutral. Only her eyes showing the depth of what she felt. "Come, k'diwa. Let us find our son."

His packing took very little time. The last thing he set in the bag, on top of everything else, was a holo pic of the three of them at their son's graduation. Strange boy, he thought. A mixture of us both: neither wholly Vulcan nor Rihannsu yet true to himself. He shook his head at his own sentimentality.

Finally taking his wife's hand, he said, "Ie, the boy never got lost as a child. We cannot allow him to start now."

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