"Focus" By Lt. Sara Crusher The only sound in the room was that of a mother fussing over her daughter and the daughter’s muffled protests against it. The other two women in the room stood by the door and watched. Cyanah moved closer to Morrigan, who was sitting in a chair by the window, Sara remained as still as stone by the door. Unlike Cyanah who was already descending on Morrigan to see how she was, Sara was going to stay put till ordered to move. Her head was slightly hung but her eyes were fixed on the woman who sat by the window. Sara could hardly believe her eyes, Morrigan looked just as she did in the photograph she had stashed in the small pouch beneath her robes. The longer Sara stood there the more clear her mind became. Memories she didn’t understand became clear, memories she had forgotten came back, old feelings reemerged, an entire part of her life was being given back to her. She was seven the first time her mother had asked one of her bright young first year students if she’d like to make a little extra money watching her two kids. Sara tried not to smile or laugh as she thought about the first few times Morrigan had stayed with her. She was absolutely terrified of her, which would finally explain the fear she had of her now. She wasn’t like all the others, Morrigan never fell for her little tricks and she didn’t allow Sara to get away with anything. Morrigan set the rules and Sara toed the line since she knew that what ever punishment Morrigan would hand out her parents would stand by. Then over the weeks, that turned into months, that turned into years, she feared Morrigan less and respected her more, she also grew to absolutely adore her Rhi. Rhi was always there when Sara needed her even at the times when Sara thought she was being really cold, but that was just Rhi, she was always cold and sealed off when they were around people from the academy but when it was just the two of them she was different. The trips to Ireland were always the best, that’s where Sara got to be with the real Rhi, the one who wasn’t being called an ice princess. Sara once again had to stop herself from laughing out loud when she remembered the time she had kicked one of Rhi’s classmates in the shin for calling her that. Little things started to come back to Sara now. Things like the fact that Rhi hated it when she would do stuff like skate down hand railings, skim her hover board across the bay, and climb on top of stone walls; and the biggest kick out of doing was of course getting a reaction out of Rhi. Sara could remember helping Kathryn in the kitchen and watching Brennan paint now. She grinned a little and then bit her lip to hide it when she remembered that Rhi was ticklish. The longer Sara stood there the more everything seemed real. She understood now why Morrigan’s option of her mattered so much and why she always took getting barbequed so hard to heart. She now understood that her biggest fear was not the woman herself but letting someone she cared about down and disappointing her. Almost everything was coming back to Sara, but there was still something missing. Sara still had no idea why she had blocked all of this out. She figured something traumatic must have happened, but obviously that was a given. There were also new questions coming to mind. She had been on the Banshee for a year, why hadn’t Morrigan said anything to her about knowing her? Why had she acted as if they had never had a past together? Why was it so easy for her to put all that behind her? Maybe none it mattered as much to her as it did to Sara. Maybe Sara didn’t mean as much to her as she did to Sara. ~Love? Are you alright?~ Sara looked up at Cyanah who was watching her from across the room. She nodded and gave her a small grin. She everything off and tried to refocus her attention to what was going on around her.