"Reassurances" by Lieutenant Sara Crusher and Lieutenant JG Cyanah Kaelyre The corridors of the Banshee were quiet and empty, her crew busy with either shore leave or making sure every inch of the ship was ready for Morrigan's return. The only movement in the halls of deck two was provided by the two redheads that were walking toward the officer's section after escorting Ms. Morrigan to her quarters to pack. Sara hadn't said much of anything since leaving the surface, mainly because she wasn't sure what to say. Morri had asked her to take her mother back to Ireland, which she was looking forward to, but she also requested that she would ask Cyanah to stay with her while she recovered. Sara wasn't sure how she felt about going without Cyanah - or was it that she didn't know how she felt about leaving Cyanah with Morrigan? Sara's mind was so jumbled that she nearly walked past her quarters. Cyanah, who had a hold of Sara's hand, had to tug on her arm a bit to get her to stop. Sara smiled at her and shook all the thoughts from her mind, if only for a moment, and followed Cyanah into the cabin. Once the door closed behind them, Cyanah turned to face Sara. Trailing a finger down her cheek, she asked, "Love, I can tell that something's wrong... need to talk?" She led Sara over to couch before she could reply, then fetched them both a cup of chamomile tea from the replicator. "Now, don't bother trying to tell me that everything is fine. I can feel your apprehension. Tell me about it." Not wanting to seem overly pathetic by telling Cyanah that she didn't want to ask her to stay with Morrigan, Sara decided to play off the trip as being what was worrying her. "I'm worried about what I'll find in Ireland. I know that for the past few weeks all I've wanted was to know what happened, but now that I have a chance to finally do it." Sara shrugged and took a sip of her tea. "I guess I'd just rather not be doing it alone is all." "Why would you have to do it alone? I'm perfectly willing to go along with you, if you want me to come." Cyanah could sense that something else was amiss, as Sara's apprehension hadn't faded once they'd started talking. "Oh I do want you to come! It's just that." Sara looked into her tea cup as if she'd find the words floating in the warm liquid. She was being silly and she knew it, yet deep down she had this dull ache. Her mind flashed back to the conversation she and Cyanah had had a few months ago and Sara sighed. She leaned forward and put her tea on the table before sitting back against the pillows on the couch. "She wants you to stay with her." Cyanah raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Well... I didn't see that coming. Hmm." Cyanah leaned back into the cushions of Sara's couch and took a long sip of the tea. "I can understand why you were feeling apprehensive, at least." "You do?" Sara asked as she turned her head to look at Cyanah. Was she that transparent or did Cyanah just know her that well? Cyanah looked back at Sara over the rim of her teacup. "Mmmhmm. You're afraid of losing me to Morrigan, and afraid of facing your past in Ireland without me." Sara just nodded. She wasn't sure what to say since she wasn't expecting to hear that, even though Cyanah had hit it right on the head. She was afraid of losing her and of facing whatever it was that she had done. Sara felt as if she were being selfish or childish about this. It's not like she hadn't been warned, it's not like she hadn't willing went into this knowing that there was something not yet defined between Cyanah and Morrigan, but it was still how she felt. "I know we've talked about it before, but yes, I am afraid of losing you to her even more then I am of what I'm going to find in Kerry," Sara said, as she reached out and started to play with the ends of Cyanah's hair. "Sara..." she began, putting her teacup down on the coffee table, "after all of these months together that we've had, our Imzadi bond, the good times, and the tough times, do you think I would throw that all away for something unknown?" "No," she said softly as she turned her head. Sara stared at the ceiling and chewed on her bottom lip. "I guess I'm just worried that maybe the unknown isn't so bad. I mean, look at us, I jumped into the unknown and found something wonderful; what if you do the same thing with Morri?" "Even if I did, there would be no way I'd throw away what you and I have. That would be like throwing away a beautiful work of art." She took Sara's hands in her own and squeezed them, closing her eyes and reaching out to Sara over their link. "And I know you can tell that I'm telling the truth." Sara also closed her eyes as she felt Cyanah's thoughts and emotions touch hers. She did know that every word Cyanah had said was genuine. Her apprehension slowly began to fade away as she squeezed Cyanah's hands back, but it didn't completely leave. "I feel as if I'm being selfish and I know I shouldn't be." Sara opened her eyes and looked at Cyanah with a soft smile. "I promise one of these days I will get it through my thick head that I don't have to be." "Well, y'know... I kinda like it when you're selfish," Cyanah replied with a playful wink. Sara's smile brightened as she blushed a little pink. "Oh really?" She moved closer to Cyanah on the couch. "Good to know," she added before leaning in and softly kissing Cyanah. An hour or two later, they lay entwined on Sara's bed, basking in each other's presence. Cyanah languidly played with Sara's hair, the warm afterglow of lovemaking affecting her mind like a sauna's relaxing steam. "I'd hate to have to be apart from you for any length of time without that as a parting gift." Her voice was soft and her speech unhurried. "Mmmhmm," Sara agreed happily, "I just hope it's not too long, I don't think I like the idea of sleeping without you next to me," Sara said as she cuddled closer to Cyanah. She knew she needed to pack, but the last thing she wanted to do at that moment was leave. So she lay there, lost in the emotions that flowed between them. A few more minutes, she thought to herself, won't hurt. Nobody's in a rush, right?