Some Explaining To Do
Mission 4: Letting the Hair Down
Timeline: MD 06 - 1300 Hours
Mis was dressed in something other than a silk robe by the time she followed Logan away from her room on Risa toward breakfast. Most of the walk was awkward silence marked by a few slips of small talk conversation that didn't relax her one bit. By the time they were sat down at a table she couldn't even look at a menu without blurting out, "Alright. Out with it. What are you thinking?"
Logan had just gotten comfortable in his chair and was scanning the appetizers on the menu when she forced herself to ask the question. "Well, the crab cakes sound delicious..."
She stared at him incredulously. "You know very well what I was talking about. Why are you so good at side stepping questions?" Mis felt more anger than she expected. But was it directed at him? There were so many emotions floating around it was hard to pinpoint exactly what she felt.
Letting the menu drop, he tilted his head slightly as he pondered the question. "I don't know. I suppose it just comes naturally." The waitress planted glasses of ice water on the table and took Logan's appetizer order before disappearing again. "I'm sorry if your personal interactions were revealed in a way outside your control."
Mis sighed. It was the one thing about him that drove her crazy. "You should have been a lawyer," she said in response, looking at her own menu. "What's done is done. I only wondered. Well . . . I didn't go looking for this. It just sort of happened."
He looked at her with those gazing eyes of his. "Mis... You know that you owe me no explanation when it comes to your personal endeavors. I don't understand why you're so pent up about it."
She shrugged. "I guess because this isn't me. I fall in love with people easily, I don't have one night stands . . . I'm not even sure that's what this is. I's all very cloudy and confusing." All her life she'd felt things deeply and so she was careful about not forgetting that. And then she'd just . . . let go.
"You know, it's quite possible that you had kept all your emotions in check for so long that you finally couldn't do it anymore. We all need connection. I know you don't have all the answers to it but maybe you should just see where things go but slowly?"
"Yeah," she let out a breath. "Maybe you're right. So . . . . you don't object? I mean, you don't think I'm making a mistake?"
"Well, you are my right hand, and as a general rule, I frown upon command having intimate relations with the senior staff. However, I know you personally and your work ethic so I don't want to just tell you what to do." He offered a reassuring smile. "Far be it for me to be the one to deny your happiness."
It meant the world to her to know that he trusted her to make the right decisions for herself. Swallowing a lump in her throat she changed subjects after a quick, "Thanks. I do have one more thing before we can completely relax though. Before Will left the ship he and I had a discussion about my father. He thinks, and I've since looked into it . . . . he has another family Logan."
His eyes went wide on surprise. "Will shared that? What did he say?" That seemed like quite the bombshell to give someone prior to a post transfer.
"That he'd met my father before, during one of his father's trips and that he was with another woman and there were two children present. That he introduced them as his family to someone there." Mis shrugged even though the revelation had been deeply hurtful to her.
"And he hasn't elaborated on that since he left?" Logan grew concerned about the news, were it to be true. He didn't relish the stress of this to affect her. And he knew from experience that she might just wall off about it.
"No, I haven't exactly spoken to him," Mis admitted. "I was sort of in shock. But I really want to know the truth. I just don't know how to go about doing it," she shrugged. "Do I confront my dad, just ask him? I can't see a conversation like that going well, can you?" Her father was a very patient man and not at all quick to anger, but still. Surprising him with this didn't seem right. And yet . . . she wanted to know.
Logan mulled over the available options for her. "Well, if I were you, I'd try contacting Will and see if he could explain things a little more thoroughly before I went off asking my father about things I didn't quite know about."
Mis raised her eyes at this. She supposed he was right and she shouldn't just jump to conclusions but it had activated an old hurt within her, that she'd never been good enough for her parents. She nodded and looked down at the menu, deciding what to order for breakfast.
Captain Logan Barrett
Commanding Officer, USS Orion
Commander Nokomis Diza
Executive Officer, USS Orion