Anniversary of the Ghost
Part Three of the Ghosts That Haunt Us Series

by maven

STANDARD DISCLAIMER: The Jenna Krayg stories utilize characters which are copyright © by Universal / Renaissance. No infringement is intended.  They take place in a setting designed by the FGN for online role game playing.

SUBTEXT and VIOLENCE DISCLAIMER: Subtext only.  Very sub.  Very text.

EXPLANATION AND FURTHER DISCLAIMERS:  I like my roleplaying characters to have a past, not be born full grown from Zeus' forehead.  This is post was written for Krayg's birthday.

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Stardate 2404.06.12 - Shuttlebay - Lieutenant Sovus

"Computer.  Locate Counselor Krayg."

--Unable to locate.--

A finely arched eyebrow raised.  "Computer.  Locate Krayg, Jenna Elizabeth.  Serial number K2135551701."

--Commander Krayg is currently in her office.--

"Location of the office," asked Sovus in what was, for a Vulcan, a rather testy tone.

--Main Operations.  Designation 002--

The second eyebrow rose to join the first. ~First officer?~
 

Stardate 2404.06.12 - Main Operations - Lieutenant Sovus

"And I tell you again, Lieutenant.  The commander does not wish to be disturbed."

Sovus sighed.  The Klingon was polite, deferential, obstinate and quite large.  "I can assure you that she will wish to see me.  I have traveled a great distance to be here."

"It is illogical," the Klingon drawled, obviously enjoying using the favourite argument of the Vulcan race, "that the distance you have traveled has any relationship to *her* desire to see you, only to yours.  It is also irrelevant.  There is nothing you can say that could countermand her orders."

Sovus leaned forward and whispered a name into Karn's ear.  The Klingon nodded once.  "Enter, Vulcan."
 

Stardate 2404.06.12 - First Officer's Office - Lieutenant Sovus

She was sitting at her desk, staring pensively at a holocube, exactly as she had been seven years less a month when he had seen
Jenna Krayg in person.

"nu'neq?" she asked, then looking up when the expected Karn didn't answer.

She stood abruptly.  "Sovus?"

"Greetings, Commander.  And congratulations.  I was gratified to see..."

"Sovus?"

"Yes, Commander, I am here," he said, cocking his head to one side and regarding her.  "I have a message."

"From?"

"That requires a... complicated answer," Sovus said watching with what in a human would be wariness as Jenna rose and approached
him.  "Permission to speak freely, Commander?"

"Of course."

He took a half step forward, drawing her into a tight hug which, after a startled second she returned.

"It is good to see you.  It's been a long seven years," Jenna said as they broke apart.  Sovus nodded and brushed a tear away from her cheek.

"Illogical.  But accurate.  Subjective time has far outmeasured objective time."

Jenna gestured to the couch and they sat silently for a few minutes of companionable silence.

"I received word from Captain Marshall that you might be receptive to a message which I bear," Sovus said finally.

"Why would my mother send such word," Jenna asked, puzzled.

"I asked her to.  After the inquest."

Jenna grinned.  "Which one.  I just had a second one about six months ago."

"Indeed.  In that case, the first one.  My presence here on this date is not a coincidence."

The grin faded.  "Didn't think so."

"Seven years ago I was charged with two messages that I was to give you when you... I believe the exact quote was ready to get on with your life again.  I must say seven years does exceed my initial expectations.  Your capacity for grief is amazing."

"Thanks," Jenna said.  Sovus chose to ignore the sarcasm.

"She said to me that," his voice took on a different timbre, as if reciting rather than speaking, "when Jenna is ready to listen tell her that I would have made the same decision.  And, that if it were her leg, I know she'd gladly be the one staying."

Sovus watched the play of emotions cross Jenna's face.

"Loosing one's t'hy'la is a blow many never recover from," he said finally.

"I'm not a Vulcan, Sovus."

"Indeed.  I have made that observation numerous times in the past," he said drily.  He pulled something from a small satchel.  "I was also asked to return this to you with the message that it was her token to you until you were prepared to give it again."

Jenna stared at the circular pendant in her palm, the black silken cord dropping softly away.

"Jenna, you must breath," Sovus commanded sternly.  He took the pendant and looped the cord over Jenna's head.  "Very good, breath again."

"Thank you, Sovus."

"I believe the expression is 'tsk, what are friends for?'"

"I haven't talked to you in nearly seven years, Sovus."

An eyebrow raised in amusement.  "Your point?  In many ways we are alike.  I do not say friend lightly or easily.  But, when I do, a mere seven years absence is not a factor.  We have both been busy; you in healing and I in my family and career."

"Family?" Jenna asked.

"Yes, I am Fire Control Officer for Beta Shift on the Yorkton and have attained the rank of Lieutenant."

Jenna quirked a smile.  "I see.  You married T'Prel?"

"Yes.  And recently have been blessed with our first offspring."

"Girl or boy?"

"One of each.  Theoritically twins should be more efficient but I have yet to actually have imperical proof of this.  They are able to stay with me on the Yorkton so I am involved in much of their upbringing."

"Pictures?" Jenna asked.

"It would be illogical to carry pictures as I know what they look like."  His eyebrows lifted slightly at Jenna's expression.   "However, I have several photos for you as you have not seen them."

From the satchel he pulled a padd and activated the screen so that two near identical toddlers appeared.

"This is Rachel Nikita T'prel-cha' and Agorth Benjamin Sovus-cha'.  This padd contains my personal log as well as pictures from the seven years," he said handing the padd to Jenna.

"Now, if you were any kind of friend you would allow me to take you to dinner so we can celebrate your natal day and 'catch up' before my departure at 0900 tomorrow."

Jenna nodded, tucking the small medallion into her tunic.  "Let's go then."

The End

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