Brystal is the daughter of the great Admiral Christopher Pike. She was nobody special, nobody specific, but that all changed one day.
"Adventure for destiny in the stars."
[Star Trek: Reboot]
[Kirk x femme!oc]
Cover by @chasingmaybanks
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Callum felt as if he was just about to fall flat on his face from how tired he was. Anxiety and stressed had eaten him whole. Bags had begun to appear underneath his eyelids.
Holding his mug entitled with the words of: Intelligent Badass Nerd, a gift Olivia had given him during their last year of the academy, under the coffee maker. His eyes dropped a few times, but he always jolted himself to stay awake. Watching lazily as the last bits of the coffee dripping into the hot steaming liquid.
He held back a needing yawn as he lifted the cup up to his lips after doctoring the drink with some cream. Sitting back down in his swivel chair, trying to distract himself with something for once. His room had no traces of needed cleaning with everything placed perfectly in their spots.
He'd always been such a clean person that it shocked most with his style and habits. Especially since he loved stashing snacks for later at night (specifically popcorn, Popcorners, and Doritos.) He rested his chin on the edge of the mugs rim, steam growing hot against him.
He felt restless and out of his mind. Nothing was going right, nothing he could even do about it. Gently taking another sip of his coffee, wondering what Brystal was doing out there. But his brain only showed him the terrors of what could happen.
"Lieutenant Commander Stewart, I've been trying to get you to the bridge for the past few minutes," The familiar voice of the captain interrupted his thoughts.
"Sorry, sir. I'm a wee bit distracted by my own thoughts at the moment. It's tiring to keep track of Lieutenant Hale to make sure she doesn't blast off Amaya's head."
"I put all my confidence and gratitude towards your efforts of keeping, Olivia under control," Jim carefully sat down in the chair in front of Callum's desk.
"Watching her is like waiting for a bloody bomb to explode at any second," Callum commented, "I swear I'm defusing a bomb everyday of my life."
Silence hung awkwardly in the air for a few moments before Jim commented, "Nice mug."
"Thanks, Via gave me it on our last Christmas as cadets that year. I didn't quite like the mug at first, but now I can see why they choose it for me. She knew I'm a complete and total nerd, which I thank her for," Callum smiled, remembering the memory.
"That's a very nice thought if hers," Jim gave him a small smile, but disappeared, quickly, "How are you holding up?"
"Honestly? I feel as if I'm about to hit the floor from the lack of sleep I've had lately," Callum sighed, "Everything seems to turn to chaos every time I'm there. Makes you think that your the curse causing all these happenings when really it isn't..........though it's hard to believe that reasoning when I was captured by the Borg Queen and she claimed I was this special guy who created blood transportation....highly effective....but that doesn't mean other shit hasn't happened yet.
