[ussbansheec] And Then There Where Three

From: Rhiannon <bansheec@xxxxxxx>
To: "ussbansheec@xxxxxxxxxxxxx" <ussbansheec@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Date: Sat, 07 Feb 2009 19:30:28 -0500
³And Then There Were Three²
Moria McEntire-McKenna

Reaching for the half empty bottle of Jameson¹s, Moria glanced up at the
painting she¹d just finished a couple of days before. It was a memory,
obviously softened by time since five small children would ever look so
peaceful and calm while playing outdoors. The soft pastels and striking
hints of sharper color depicted three little red haired girls and two blonde
boys playing with a new puppy with their home set in the background. When
you looked at the painting close enough you could see a smiling red haired
woman standing on the pouch of the house. The painting was a gift; to go
with the tea party she¹d done when Banshee had first been lost, for her
mother. But for the first time since the Banshee had been pulled out of her
own time, Moria¹s mind wasn¹t dwelling on her broken relationship with her
mother. It was lost in thought over her sudden new lot in life.

Moria had been born and lived as the middle child. She was the mediator
between her siblings, the one always trying to get the older ones and the
young ones together, but always-falling short. She wasn¹t sure when it
happened but at some point in their lives the quints had spilt down the
middle with her siding with the younger two. For as long as she could
remember it had always been her, James, and Victoria as a team and the older
two doing their own things. Never in her wildest nightmares had Moria ever
even considered that someday it really would just be the three of them.

In a matter of days she¹d gone from the middle child to the oldest. The trip
through the wormhole had been rough and the ship had taken some damage.
Power surged, some systems failed, and by the time they¹d come through the
other side sickbay had taken some bad knocks. The ride that brought her home
to her mother, her children, and her husband had taken her older brother
from her. Then she¹d gotten word that something bad had happened, an attack
of some kind, and in a moment of madness her older sister was gone as well.

Moria was nearly crippled with emotion. Shock over the suddenness of it all,
grief over the loss, anger over how things happened, numb and empty over the
missing pieces of their set, but the strongest emotions she felt were rage,
relief and guilt. Rage because she was now put in the position of being the
oldest and not knowing how to be the oldest, as well as rage over the fact
that she was also put in the position of having deal with this instead of
trying to patch her wounded relationship with her mother. She felt relief
because it hadn¹t been James or Victoria, and that had lead to the guilt.
When Grace had come to let her know about her brother, Moria¹s very first
thought after hearing the news was thank god it wasn¹t James. The same
thought about Victoria ran through her mind when she found out about her
sister. That was wrong wasn¹t it? She should have felt the same amount of
grief over the loss of her siblings, shouldn¹t she?

The whiskey burned as Moria downed it. She kept telling herself she was
grieving for her lost siblings and that she was closer to James and
Victoria, which lead to her deeper feeling for them. The three of them were
more attached; they¹d shared more of their lives, more of their experiences.
They had traditions, secrets, and memories, ties that they simply didn¹t
have with the others. Moria had tried to reach out to them, right up until a
few days ago she¹d been trying, but bonds had been formed, and bonds had
been broken. And now it would never be, now she was the oldest McEntire,
responsible even more then ever for her two younger siblings. How would
their relationships change? How would this change things between her and her
mother? There was another emotion; one Moria had become all too familiar
with, fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of even more loss, fear of failure,
and yet at the edge of that fear she felt something else; she felt James and
Victoria, she felt her mother, she felt her children. She¹d adjust, she¹d
take her new role in life and she¹d do what she always did. She¹d love those
who were deepest in her heart.
[ussbansheec] And Then There Where Three

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