What Could've Been
Mission 1: Unscheduled Madness
Location: Deck 8 - Captain's Quarters
Timeline: Day 2 - 2000 Hours
Logan sat at his desk in his quarters with minimal lighting over just his chair. The ship had begun an investigation and repairs to the warp systems. Why they had experienced a propulsion failure was still a mystery, though it was troubling since they had just departed Earth. It didn't do well to appear incompetent nor arrive late to meet with the Romulans.
He glanced out at the viewport at the still stars outside as they twinkled in the silence. In the dark corner of the room he noticed a figure of shadow. He slowly rose from his chair and squinted at the figure that took a familiar form...
"Did you start without me?" Nokomis' icy blue eyes appeared as she moved to the edge of the shadow. "How typical," she sauntered over to the replicator and came to him seconds later with two glasses of scotch. She set one down in front of him soundlessly. Her hair was down and she was out of uniform, wearing a long navy dress of stretchy material which was tied up on her left thigh, exposing that leg to the light of the dimly lit quarters.
He watched her sultry form move about the cabin, his eyes taking note of how lovely she looked in that dress. His eyes couldn't help but travel up her exposed leg to her eyes. Confusion crept into his mind as he grasped the glass from her fingers. "I was just... when did you arrive? I don't remember you stopping by."
Nokomis gave him an amused expression, ignoring the question as she took a sip of her drink and sat down on the edge of his desk. She crossed her legs, causing the skirt to rise even higher on the one leg. "What are you doing sitting in the dark all by yourself?"
Logan took a sip of his drink as he furrowed his brow. "I was just reviewing our mission parameters again..." He swallowed another sip. "Why do you ask? Why... are you here, Missy?"
She shrugged. "Just keeping you entertained." Her expression changed slightly as if piercing him. "Do you remember the night of the Sadie Hawkins dance Logan? I asked you to go with me. And you walked me home afterward. What happened that night?"
He blinked a few times as he remembered their time at the academy. They had been inseparable and yet nothing romantic had developed between them, despite the odds. "I... I walked you home. I don't know what you mean. We had a good time and perhaps a few too many drinks but we got home safely. I haven't thought about that night in ages."
"I had been gazing at you for months and you never noticed. I finally built up the courage to ask you out and you spent the whole night thinking it was just a twirl around the floor. I kept waiting for you to acknowledge that you at least knew how I felt but nothing, not even a squeeze of the hand. And there certainly was no midnight kiss. I cried myself to sleep that night, wondering what I'd done." Her expression had changed again, it was pure anguish.
Logan gently placed his glass on the desk and gently approached her while his eyes kept locked on hers. "I... I didn't know that you felt that way. Why didn't you tell me? And why are you thinking about it now?" The confusion began changing into regret and uncertainty.
"Because you were the famous Logan Barrett. The savior of the downtrodden. You and your gaggle of girlfriends. I was mousey Nokomis, the daughter of an ambassador whom everyone assumed got in on her father's influence. I only went to half the parties you did and only because you invited me. I was invisible, even apparently to you in some ways."
"I included you in as much as I could. I didn't know..." Normally he would be able to reassure her but his own confidence had drained from him. He felt cold... He could smell how lovely she was but it didn't help as he lowered to his knees before her. "How could I have known that you.. you..."
"That I loved you?" Nokomis leaned forward as he sank to his knees. "We could have been so much . . . a happy family. Those two children could have been mine." She uncrossed her legs and lowered her face to him. "All these years I've been alone."
He couldn't help his emotional control fading away to be replaced by complete sorrow and loss at something that never was and never was considered. He looked into her eyes as fear kept in, his hands grasping her hips for fear of falling over. "I never knew... I'm so sorry Missy..."
She reached down and put her hands on either side of his face, making sure he couldn't look away. Her eyes were swimming with tears. "You should be." In the blink of an eye she was gone, so were the two glasses of scotch that had been forgotten on his desk.
Commander Logan Barrett
Commanding Officer, USS Orion
Lieutenant Commander Nokomis Diza
Executive Officer, USS Orion