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is Rated PG-13.
Tomorrow's Tomorrow
by Djinn
She
can only cry so long. Tomorrow is gone. Today is saved. And she is alone.
As
she always is.
Only
now there's one living person who owns a part of her history. And she's on the
ship, no doubt trying to figure out where to store her booty.
La'an
grabs the watch and strides down to Pelia's quarters.
She
answers immediately and peers intently at La'an. "Ah, you've been
back."
She
nods.
"Your
young man?"
La'an
shakes her head as she hands her the watch. "This is yours."
"Do
you want to come in?"
There
is very little room—it looks just like the store in Vermont did—but she accepts
the invitation, finding the couch behind crates and the framed picture and
sitting.
Pelia sits next to her and studies the watch.
"So long ago."
"Yes,
and only a moment." She smiles. "You must be great at poker. I had no
idea we'd met before."
"You
live long enough, you get good at everything. Although
I have you to thank for the engineering part. Time travel's a trip, isn't
it?"
She
nods, then the tears start again and Pelia murmurs,
"Oh, sweetheart."
She
lays her head in Pelia's lap and lets
go.
She
feels soft hands on her head, the touch like her mother's, a soft murmur of
nonsense words meant to soothe but not lie to.
There
was no "It'll be all right" or "Everything happens for a
reason" and for that La'an was grateful. "I
think...he was...I lov—" She won't say it, not
when he still exists, just not in the same way as the James Kirk she met and
fell in love with.
That
Kirk was hers alone. At least from this perspective.
"They
always tell us to let people in," Pelia says
very gently. "But why would we want to when it just leaves cracks in our
heart?"
"Exactly."
She sits up. "There's more though. There was a child who will grow up to
be a monster. I didn't let someone kill him." She looks down. "But I
left him the means to kill himself."
"What
do you mean?"
"A
gun. I left a gun with a little boy. So many ways that gun could be important.
He could use it on himself by accident or deliberately—or he could use it on
others. As fate says he should or in some other way. He was my ancestor. Will I
wink out if he does, I wonder?" She closes her eyes, seeing again the
sweet child that would grow up to be her nightmare. "They say the universe
is self-regulating."
"They
do say that."
"Scant
comfort when you're in the middle of chaos."
"I
wouldn't know. I avoided being in the middle of anything until very late in
life." She pushes the watch back into La'an's
hands "I was too intent on hiding who I was, what I was. I don't need to
hide anymore. And neither, my dear, do you."
"As
long as I'm a Noonien-Singh, I'll be marked."
"You
could have changed your name ages ago. You chose not to." She closes La'an's fingers around the watch. "Some things are too
precious to give up. Even if they hurt us."
She
stands, putting the watch back around her wrist. "But the gun..."
"If
you left a gun behind, then it was meant to be left behind. Maybe you're the
reason he becomes who he is just as you were the impetus for me becoming an
engineer."
She
frowns. "That's a horrible thought."
"I
don't know. Better to be a change agent than fate's dog."
She
thinks about that. She's not sure it is.
She's
not sure it isn't either.
It's
at least something to think about other than the crack of a gun, the smell of
blood, the way the alarms hid the sound of James' last breath.
"Thank
you," Pelia says, "for letting me keep my
things."
"Thank
you for helping us."
She
puts her hands on La'an's cheek. "I'm always
here if you need a place to break down."
"Thank
you. I owe you."
"No.
We're even, believe me."
Her
own quarters feel cold, even though they're warmer than the hotel room she last
slept—or rather tossed and turned—in.
He
had been just down the hall. She could have—should have... But she didn't and
now she never can.
She
wants to call the James of this universe again.
She
resists the urge.
FIN