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Leaving The Nest Part Two

Posted on Fri Dec 21st, 2018 @ 4:54am by Lieutenant Jonathan Forrest

Mission: Episode 5 - Nightmare on Omega Centauri
Location: Forrest-Samuels Home
Timeline: Seven Year Ago

/=\Forrest-Samuels Home 7 years ago/=\
Previously in Part One
"What do you want to do?" Angela asked. "Do you want to convince him to go with you to Bajor? If he's joining Starfleet he will have to leave his family behind sooner or later. You can convince him. Or, if he's adamant and you really love him, then are you willing to stay here and put up with mom and mother's influence to be with him?"


And now Part Two

‘You’re supposed to make this easier, not harder. I have tried to convince him, I really have, but I can’t do it. And I can’t answer that last question either. I do love him, but I just can’t get over the feeling that if I make it here, it won’t be me making it, it will be them making it for me.”

"There is no easy where circumstances like this are concerned. If you can't convince him and he can't convince you then it boils down to two equally bad and painful choices. A.) You accept that in a year you're going your separate ways and break up, or B.) You try to have a long-distance relationship and fight tooth and nail to have your first assignment together once you graduate."

"You know what mother has always preached. Love and devotion to Starfleet rarely align. In the end, you have to decide which has your loyalty first: Anjar or Starfleet."

“I guess you’re right,” Jonathan said with a sigh, “I just wish I could have it both ways. Are you done with your stuff? I really should go and work on my term paper.”

“Sure.” She passed him her box, and, after a moment’s hesitation gave him a quick hug. “It will be okay. It will all work out,” she assured him.

“I sure hope so,” he said as he returned the hug and took the box from her. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He left her room and tossed everything away into the recycler then went back to his room. He tried studying for a while, but his heart really wasn’t in it. So, eventually, he went for a run. He passed by his boyfriend’s house but didn’t want to stop and talk to him. Things were already complicated enough and his mind was on what was going to happen the next day.

His mothers were home by the time he got there, but he was able to get by with only the barest mention of where he had been and what he had been doing. His sweat soaked tee shirt aiding in his escape from disclosure. After taking a shower he went to his room and slept fitfully.

Early the next morning, he got up early and after putting on a pair of jeans and a rumpled soccer shirt over the boxers he normally slept in, he knocked on Angela’s door.

Angela poked her head out from under the covers, her hair an unruly mess that half-covered her eyes. She didn't bother to get up or out of bed. "What?" she said, which Jonathan knew was as close to permission to enter as he was likely to get this early in the morning.

He stepped into the room shaking his head as he looked over at her. “Moms aren’t up yet or they are and still in their room, which gives us a chance to chat about any last minute stuff. And I thought maybe you can help me with fixing brunch. You know actual food, not the replicated stuff.”

“We’re a stereotype-free household,” Angela grumbled, pulling her blanket tighter around her, “the boy can do the cooking. The girls can sleep in.”

“Or two of them can, and the other can drag her butt out of bed and help her brother fix a meal, or would you rather suffer the consequences of your laziness by having to eat my cooking?” The truth was, while cooking wasn’t on Jonathan’s top ten favorite things to do, he could and had gotten by in the past.

Naturally, Angela decided to be difficult. “I can just order something from the replicator,” was her curt reply.

Rolling his eyes, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He moved to her bed pulled back the covers and began to tickle her unmercifully.

"Hey!" Angela protested when he took the covers from her. She started to make another smartass remark when he started to tickle her, cutting her off. "No fair!" she laughed, trying to shield her sides with her arms and ward him off.

He grinned down at her, gradually relenting his attack “I don’t play fair, “he teased, “now get up and help me.”

Her laughter died and she flopped over on her side in a defensive posture. "You'll pay for this, Forrest," she said like some Saturday Morning cartoon villain, slowly sitting up and getting out of bed. "Give me a little time to get dressed and I'll be right out."

“You forget, Samuels,” he replied in his best hero voice impersonation, “I’ve lived with you seventeen years. I know what that little time means when you say it. You have five minutes or I’m coming back in here and I won’t stop tickling you until you’re begging for mercy.”

Angela stuck her tongue out at him and then pushed him towards the door. "I'll be out in five minutes," she insisted, closing the door as soon as he was outside.

Five and a half minutes later Jonathan was about to open her door again when she opened it, dressed, in what she considered hastily, a yellow sundress, her curly hair tied back in a ponytail. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" she said, holding her sides protectively and running past him towards the kitchen.

“You’re looking good,” he commented as he followed her into the kitchen. “So, I was thinking maybe we make some French Toast, bacon, and some red potatoes and onions. But, I’m open to suggestions. What do you think?”

"I think your flattery skills are weak," Angela said, digging eggs and bacon from the fridge. "That works for me. "You need to get the bread down." There wasn't a lot of cabinet space in a modern 24th-century house and so they had to improvise, such as placing items, like bread, on top of the fridge. This wasn't a problem for Jonathan or even the moms, but for little Angela to reach she needed a stool. "I'll start on the French Toast if you want to do the bacon, potatoes, and onions."

"When it's time, who should start off the conversation?" she asked, switching topics. "You or me?"

Her brother grabbed the bread easily and handed it down to her. Then he opened the pantry door and pulled out the vegetables. “I think I should start things off and you can fill in the details. Then maybe we can both answer their questions. How does that sound?”

“Sounds….survivable.” Angela cracked several eggs, pouring them into a bowl. She added some milk and some cinnamon and started to stir it into a mix. “They’re going to be suspicious, us making breakfast like this.”

“Who’s going to be suspicious about what?” their mom, Jennifer, asked, as she entered the living area from the hallway. She was wrapped in a blue robe as she walked over to the replicator and ordered two cups of coffee. “You making breakfast? No, you two would never fix a meal to try and butter us up about something,” she said in the same sarcastic tone Angela had inherited.

“Guilty as charged,” Jonathan said with a smile as he set the vegetables down and went over and kissed her lightly on the cheek. “But in this case, it’s good news, neither Anjar or I are pregnant, Angela’s not flunking out and I didn’t wreck the shuttlecraft into the side of the house.”

“Then I suppose we have nothing to worry about.” Jennifer sat down on the kitchen table, placing one mug of coffee in front of her, and setting the other on the opposite side for her wife. “How is Anjar? You haven’t brought him by for a while.”

“Everything’s fine between us, I might be staying there tonight if that’s okay.”

“As long as it’s okay with Anjar’s parents and you two use protection you can go,” Jennifer said.

“Oh my God, how many times do we have to have this conversation. We are kind of exclusive you know. But yeah if we fu. If we do that we will.”

“Even if you’re exclusive it’s a good idea to use protection, as a precaution,” Jennifer continued, stopping her speech as Jonathan rolled his eyes. “And what about you? How did you spend your Friday night?” Jennifer asked, turning her attention over to Angela.

“Wild parties, lots of drugs, tons of sex,” she said dryly, dipping the toast into the mix.

“You know, it wouldn’t kill you to go out and have some fun one night,” Jennifer said. She must have the only child in the quadrant who needed to be pushed to go out. “Isn’t your prom coming up?” Jennifer asked, but both children knew full well that she and Marcie had the date marked on a calendar somewhere.

“I’m not going to go to that,” Angela said dismissively.

“You only get one senior prom. I bet there’s a dozen cute boys waiting to ask you out,” Jennifer said, “If you would just put yourself out there.”

“There’s really not.”

“Well, what about Kenjae. I bet he would--”

“Kenjae’s attending the Pennington School. He’s not going to transport back to San Francisco to take his little brother’s boyfriend’s stupid sister to a stupid high school dance,” Angela snapped. “Drop it, please.”

Jonathan did wish his sister would get out more too, but he knew her better than either of their mothers did. “She really doesn’t want to go, I’ll do enough dancing for both of us. Just let it go, okay? And besides, I think you and mother are really going to like our news. It will make you forget all about prom I promise.”

Marcie looked up from her coffee and slid the briefing report she had been reading on her PAdD. “What news is that?” she asked.

Jonathan didn’t answer for a good thirty seconds, letting the women’s curiosity build, “Angela and I have been talking a lot lately about our futures, what we want to do with our lives. And we want to follow in yours and mom’s footsteps. We’re going to join Starfleet next year, we’ve already signed up for the exams.”

"That's wonderful!" Jennifer stood and hugged Jonathan, then came up behind Angela and gave her a hug as well.

"I'm trying to cook," Angela griped.

"You're going to need prep materials," Jennifer said.

"Got 'em, studied 'em, memorized 'em," Angela said. "There's something else you should know. We're not applying for the San Francisco Academy."

Both women frowned.



TBC

Lt. Jonathan Forrest
Squadron Leader
USS Scorpio
(17-year-old Jonathan)

Kristene Chester Angela/Jennifer

 

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