Grey walked onto the bridge with a smile and a hop in his step. He knew he was late for duty, but he had been right, it had been so worth it. Meara followed behind him. She was slightly anxious about being late, considering everything that had happened. She gave a tight smile to the Ensign who had been covering her until now and took her place at the front.
Everyone was nervous around her, and when Ramirez exited his ready room, the crew seemed to hold their breath. Grey had sensed it too. Ramirez walked straight up to Meara and slammed a padd down in front of her. She tensed and picked it up.
"It's the transfer papers. I don't want you on my ship anymore. They've been signed and approved. All you need to do is sign at the bottom and pack your bags." Meara was fuming. As she stared at the padd in her hand, she began to realize several things. One, if she transferred, on the off chance she did make it back to her dimension, she wouldn't be where she was meant to, and two, Grey. She had thoughts running marathons around her mind.
"No." She said quietly. She turned around to face her captain and repeated herself. "I'm not leaving." It was Ramirez's turn to look fuming. He was gonna start ranting any sec no-
Grey stepped in between the two.
"You can't make her transfer." He said staring at Ramirez with disgust. Just how did this man make it to where he is today when he treated women like scum. Ramirez scowled and handed him another padd.
"And those are yours, I want the pair of you off of my ship before the week is out.
* * *
Meara followed Grey back to his quarters. She just wanted to curl up in a ball and scream. She glanced at his face deep in thought, his prominent chin was clenched, his brow furrowed, he looked back at her and almost instantaneously relaxed, he stopped and wrapped an arm around her. She buried her head in his neck breathing him in. He moved his hand to beneath her chin and pulled her face up to look at him.
"It'll be okay baby, hopefully, we'll get a posting somewhere together." He whispered before reaching down to kiss her. Meara felt an awful tang of guilt. She hadn't told him that she didn't think her amnesia around their relationship wasn't just memory loss. Her entire theory of being from another dimension was starting to sound crazy. Shaking her head trying to push the thought out her head made room for new thoughts and new worries.
"Grey?" She said, he looked down at her with the softest eyes, making her heart flutter. "Can we talk?" She asked quietly. Grey paused. Talk?
"Of course we can," he hesitantly said. He sat her down. Glancing up at him, she began to explain what had been going through her head. He listened intently. She felt like crying, but Grey held her close and comforted her.
* * *
Waking up with a start, Meara could hear someone moving around Grey's quarters, Grey was still asleep so it couldn't be him, she slowly sat up and looked around.
"You humans keep an enormous amount of incessant junk around you. Does it make you feel more entitled or better about yourselves?" Meara spun around saw a man standing by a couple of shelves holding a photo of Grey and her in a restaurant, another memory she couldn't remember.
"You realize you're human too? Who are you and what are you doing in here?!" The man smiled. It was one of those really annoying smiles that only the most irritating people smile.
"Me? A human?" He guffawed. "I think not." Meara stood up, hand on hip.
"Then what are you?" She asked impatiently. The man walked over to her and held out his hand as you do if you were to shake hands.
"I'm Q."
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A Kiss Yet To Be Had
Science Fiction"You don't have to do this Meara! You are so much better than this! Just put it down!" He yelled. She shrugged. "Save your pleading for someone who cares." Meara held it up and, pointing to where Grey was crouching, she pressed the trigger. Calista...
