Star Trek Imagines (Reader-Inserts) Part Two

Ent. Travis Mayweather - Childhood Memories (platonic)

"Thought I'd find you up here," a familiar voice said from down below.

You lowered your book and looked down to see your best friend, Travis, poking his head into the "sweet spot" of the ship. You smiled, then your face fell. "Shit, what time is it?"

"0700," he said, pushing himself off of the entrance. He began to float up towards you.

You cringed. You were supposed to meet him for dinner at 0630 after his shift was done. "I'm sorry, I—"

"Got lost in your book," Travis finished for you. He settled into a seated position upside down next to you. "Don't worry about it. I've found you huddled up with a book in Horizon's sweet spot more times than I can count. So when I didn't see you in the messhall, I knew you'd be here."

You laughed with him. "It's your fault for showing it to me. And for finding Enterprise's sweet spot."

Travis shrugged nonchalantly. "If I hadn't show it to you on the Horizon, someone else on the ship would have. And what kind of friend would I be if I found the one here and didn't share it with you?"

You smiled and nodded along with him. "True. You know, it's still a mystery to me how we managed to hide in the Horizon's sweet spot so many times," you mused.

"You know what I think?" he asked.

You raised your brow in question. "What?"

"I think our parents let us think we were hiding from them," Travis said with a grin. "Everyone knew of the ship's sweet spot. You'd think they would have at least checked it."

You laughed and nodded. "You might be right. But it was a big ship. There were plenty of places for kids to hide in."

He smiled, but you could see that it was bittersweet.

"I miss it too sometimes," you said softly, voicing his unaired thoughts.

"You do?" he asked, seeming genuinely surprised. "But you love Starfleet."

You nodded and shrugged a shoulder. "I do, but... I miss how close everyone was on the Horizon. I miss the families on there, and the more relaxed nature of it all. I love Starfleet, I really do. I love the exploration and the research opportunities, but it's not the same as life on a cargo ship."

"Yeah, I understand," Travis said with a soft sigh. "Do you think you'll ever go back?"

"I don't know," you admitted. "Maybe some day. But for now, I'm pretty content here. Mostly I just miss the family-feeling of it all."

Travis took your hand gently and gave it a squeeze. "Well, you have me."

You grinned at him. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I don't know what I'd do without you, either," he said with a soft smile. "You're my family, Y/N. You're a piece of my past and a part of my future."

You let out a short laugh. "Since when did you become so poetic?"

"Since you lent me so many of your books," he said, laughing along with you.

You squeezed his hand for a few moments, then let go. "All this sentimental talk has made me hungry. What do you say we go grab a bite to eat?"

"I'd say lead the way," he said, extending a hand down to the exit with a warm smile plastered on his face. A smile you'd seen so many times over the years, and yet would never grow tired of seeing.