Not Idly do the Leaves of September Fall - Part Three

Posted on Sat Mar 21st, 2020 @ 8:21am by Commander Jackson Antilles & Commodore T'Shaamet 'Runt' Antilles

Mission: Mission 98: Building Our New Home
Location: Various Locations - USS Infinity
Timeline: 1610Hrs - September 13th, 2393

Jackson gently picked up the PADD with the three files on it that Lee had just sent them, considering the conversation had just ended, Jackson tapped the first file as it showed the image of a ten-year-old Klingon girl named Sarkin, her house name was not marked, then he called up her siblings, the Klingon head crest was identical in all three cases, with a central ridge going down the middle with lines of ridges emerging from either side and their hair was arrayed in dreadlocks going behind their ears. "Mmm... Two girls and a boy..." he paused. "I've seen that crest before..." Jackson mused softly. His fingers gently traced those lines as his spouse gently plucked the PADD from his fingers.

"Yes... You have." T'Shaamet gently placed the PADD down onto the desk before her. "I am unsure if this is a wise course of action, husband... We've only just adjusted to having one new child in the house and now should we be considering three Klingons who will overwhelm our two existing children," T'Shaamet added as she looked up at her spouse, this was the case as he was over a foot taller then she herself was. T'Shaamet smiled as she knew that Jackson was able to articulate how he made her feel without issues from her Vulcan upbringing, she would happily face a lifetime of emotion and randomness if it kept him with her.

Even though she knew his issues caused her no end of troubles and problems, she loved being around him and she wasn't sure how to fully express why, but there was something that was intoxicating, as she went from never having any sex whatsoever to twice a night. It was the physical trauma that she needed to help her husband overcome and lots of sex was a good way for her to do just that. When he wanted alone time, she would call her babysitter and ask her to look after the kids and shew would sit on her husband's lap and let him work through his issues, even if it meant he would have his way with her. T'Shaamet might be a smaller than average Vulcan female but she was still a heck of a lot stronger than her husband and she was a lot tougher too.

Jackson's memory finally clicked. "It's Korros... The head crest... These are his children..." he commented softly.

"You encountered their father?" T'Shaamet answered softly, as she could almost see the memory reply in her husband's mind's eyes. "I did... He was my jailor."

"Okay, then. We're not having this conversation." T'Shaamet picked up the PADD but Jackson gently plucked it from her hands with his own. "Why not... They were innocent in all of this... If his children ended up in state care, it means their family is all dead... They were not involved with their father's actions against me and the other prisoners... In fact, knowing Korros as I do, I would not be surprised if he raped some Klingon kitchen worker and impregnated her with these children and called them his own." Jackson regarded his spouse. "The nightmares are fading... My anxiety issues are also fading. I know I'm safe and nobody gets near me without your express permission and blessing, its why you have guards looking after the medical spaces."

"I do," T'Shaaamet answered. "Morae agrees with me, as I know you do as well. Plus it gives a lot of her guys something to do other than just standing around," she explained.

"Yep, half of her security guys are now fully trained paramedics and there are even a few rescue medics in her troops as well, they asked for the training and I saw to it they got it. Morae was very helpful with the matter at hand. Her guys got to learn something and my guys got protected, all in all, everyone won." he explained. "I'd like for the guard routine to continue," he added. "We can expand it to involve the marines too."

"That can be arranged," T'Shammet answered as she gave her husband a look that could mean many things. "How would you feel about adopting the children of the Klingon that abused you?"

"I will need to think about the matter." Jackson regarded his spouse as he spoke. "I'd also need to discuss it with you at length and I'd need to try to make some peace with my demons first..." he paused as he regarded the PADD a second time. "I need to keep in mind that they are children... and they were innocent in all this insanity," he added. "I don't need to end up doing to them what he did to me."

"Sarkin did tell Lee that she considered the matter of her father's death at my hands as a matter of honor that's resolved," T'Shaamet explained quietly. "Lee told me that as you walked in," she added as she watched her husband drop himself into a chair across from her, T'Shaamet emerged from behind the desk as she gently hopped onto her husband's lap, he then slipped his arms around her torso as she slipped her arms over her head, to come to rest on the back of his neck, this pushed her cleavage up and highlighted her femaleness. "I've missed this, just the two of us... Its what got me through all the abuse I suffered, knowing someday I'd be reunited with you..." Jackson said quietly.

T'Shaamet shifted her attention as she looked up at her husband who was still much taller then she herself was, he was also more massive then she was. "I know... I've missed this too. Just the two of us... He made me think I was a widow... with a son alone..." she explained. "Now fate has placed his children into a situation where they require assistance... Would you consider it?" she asked. "Or would you see it as him abusing you all over again, except it would be his children by proxy."

"I will consider it." Jackson paused as he gently held his wife close to him. "I had not considered it like that..." he paused. "I do have a great deal to consider..."

"Indeed you do husband..." T'Shaamet smiled at him. "But first, let's relax and enjoy our moment together before the demands of children pull us away from it." as the small Vulcan relaxed against her much larger husband, the two sitting in silence as Jackson held his wife in his arms, his hands gently closed around her breasts, eliciting a soft moan from her while he did so.