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12.17.2012 , 05:27 PM |
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Lodestone: What's in a Name?
"So's your kid have a name yet?" inquired Vette.
"It doesn't have a gender yet, Vette, of course I don't have a name ready."
"Come on. You must've at least been thinking about it."
Ruth's look at the Twi'lek sharpened. "I did. Some. I talked…we talked. A little bit about names, just in theory, before I knew." She touched her belly. "Before I found out. I can't do those names now."
"Oh. Right." It only took Vette a moment to perk up again. "I can deal with not naming 'em after Quinn or anything he stood for."
"And unfortunately there aren't many other people that are worth naming it after."
"Vette?" Vette looked innocent.
"I'm not sure 'Vette' is an ideal Sith name."
"It's a great name."
"Yes, but then when I was yelling at her for misbehaving I would have to scream at Vette. All day, every day."
"And this is different from normal how?"
"I don't scream at you!"
"Check yourself, hon."
"So. What do we have. Evilspawn? After his or her dad, of course. Wynnie?"
"Just try it, I wanna see the look on his face."
"I'm not naming my baby Wynnie. I could just do variations on my parents. You know. Lara, for a girl. I suppose a boy would just be Colrand."
"That's not very exciting."
"Thanks for the opinion, Vette."
Contrast with her bitter, bitter, bitter idea in prime canon:
Wynston set an alarm for early. Separation tended to go quick and clean when it had to be at the spaceport by an hour after sunrise.
He kissed the woman who had shared his bed for the last month. It was a continuous want when he was with her, a craving for contact, its own reward.
He snapped out of it and picked up his bag. "Thank you, Ruth. For everything."
"You, too," she said, staying still as he stepped away. Her voice was low but admirably steady. "This would have been a lot worse without you."
"I'm always glad to help you."
She smiled. "I'm always glad to have you."
He nodded. "I'll be in touch."
She frowned a little. "You'll be…in touch."
"Yes." It didn't seem nearly adequate. "Ruth, there are roughly five people I have sincerely said that to in my life, and you're the only one of them who wasn't handling my paychecks. If it's not enough, forgive me. There are very few promises I'm free to make."
"You're self-employed now." She sounded like she was trying desperately not to beg, and not quite making it.
He hurt for her. "The mission I serve hasn't changed. You know that this, us, wasn't just a job. Don't ever think that's all it was. But I told you, I go where I'm needed, and right now other battles need me more." He reached out to take and kiss her hands, stepped away, let them drop. "I'll be in touch."
"Wynston," she said, before he escaped.
Against his better judgment he paused in the doorway.
"I do want you."
He turned to look. Her expression was a little plea and a lot of trying to keep her chin up. He smiled once more. "Likewise, darling."
Then he got moving.
He packed up his concern for her as neatly as he could in its mental compartment. She would be fine. The crisis had been resolved, her social situation stabilized, her professional situation put on an upward slope. She would be willing to work with him and with Intelligence again. Everything had run right and, on a personally comforting level, he knew she was ready to take care of herself.
He reached his ship, took it up into orbit and from there sent it leaping into hyperspace. He leaned forward over the bridge console, allowing the hidden lines of the world made visible to rush at and over him. He could breathe here. Cold, scentless breaths, and they ached a little. He reminded himself that that was just the feeling of having gotten out in time.
This is not the end of the Lodestone continuity. Far from it – the Wrath's career plays out very differently when she isn't concentrating on continuous pain.
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