((OOC: This takes place on Christmas, time-wise.))
"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another."
~Anatole France
The ensign settles into his bed at the Inn, feeling full of bliss and contentment for the first time since he's been here. Today was a good day, and he cannot help but feel that tomorrow can only be better.
The lieutenant commander stares at the portal to Rhy'din just outside his quarters on the Enterprise with a sort of forlorn look. It's? not an ideal solution; not the solution he would have gone with had there been any way to resolve this the way he wanted to. Except it was hardly fair to the ensign to just blot him out of existence, even if the ensign was the lieutenant commander when all came to all. Pavel had disappeared from Rhy'din, to the best of his knowledge, and the Pavel that was on the ship now had no recollection of Rhy'din and what transpired there.
It was probably for the best, then, that the Q had erased the scar from his cheek. Sure, he could have explained it away as an engineering accident, but why run the risk of someone finding out there was more to things than what he said? Besides, the less reminders of Rhy'din, the better, as it was unlikely he would ever return there again.
The fact that he would never get to make things right with the cadet was foremost in his thoughts. It bothered him to no end; to the point where he could not adequately express in words his sheer frustration. Less important, but still there, was the fact that he had left Pavel. Perhaps it was Pavel who had left him, but he would not be in Rhy'din should the real Pavel ever show his face there again. Or maybe the Pavel here was the real one, and for whatever reason did not remember all of the tension and anger and hurt that had happened between them.
Then there was the matter of Jamie. Sweet, amazing, wonderful lad. Didn't deserve to just be up and left by him as well. So he'd begged the Q who gave him his existence back, plead until she gave in, even though she informed him it would cost him. All the love and affection and memories he had of Jamie were taken and restored to the ensign earlier in the evening. Just in time, too, from the information he'd wheedled out of Q.
He reaches out to the portal, stopping just before his hand passes through. If he goes through again, he'll go back to being the ensign. No lieutenant commander. None of the past eleven years. No chance to go back to this unless somehow the Nexus makes it happen, and he can't trust on the mercies of the Nexus.
Honestly, he has few complaints about who he is. His career could have gone a lot better, but it could have gone worse in a great many ways. Still, perhaps the ensign can make out of Rhy'din what he couldn't. A home. Friends. Family. A life outside of Starfleet and his career. Not that there was anything wrong with what he'd done with his life, not by a long shot, but? The possibility is there. Many possibilities.
With a quiet sigh, he steps away from the portal and watches it close.
In a bed at the Red Dragon Inn, the ensign rolls over in his sleep. If the slight pang of something lost registers to his brain, he'll not remember come morning.
"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another."
~Anatole France
The ensign settles into his bed at the Inn, feeling full of bliss and contentment for the first time since he's been here. Today was a good day, and he cannot help but feel that tomorrow can only be better.
The lieutenant commander stares at the portal to Rhy'din just outside his quarters on the Enterprise with a sort of forlorn look. It's? not an ideal solution; not the solution he would have gone with had there been any way to resolve this the way he wanted to. Except it was hardly fair to the ensign to just blot him out of existence, even if the ensign was the lieutenant commander when all came to all. Pavel had disappeared from Rhy'din, to the best of his knowledge, and the Pavel that was on the ship now had no recollection of Rhy'din and what transpired there.
It was probably for the best, then, that the Q had erased the scar from his cheek. Sure, he could have explained it away as an engineering accident, but why run the risk of someone finding out there was more to things than what he said? Besides, the less reminders of Rhy'din, the better, as it was unlikely he would ever return there again.
The fact that he would never get to make things right with the cadet was foremost in his thoughts. It bothered him to no end; to the point where he could not adequately express in words his sheer frustration. Less important, but still there, was the fact that he had left Pavel. Perhaps it was Pavel who had left him, but he would not be in Rhy'din should the real Pavel ever show his face there again. Or maybe the Pavel here was the real one, and for whatever reason did not remember all of the tension and anger and hurt that had happened between them.
Then there was the matter of Jamie. Sweet, amazing, wonderful lad. Didn't deserve to just be up and left by him as well. So he'd begged the Q who gave him his existence back, plead until she gave in, even though she informed him it would cost him. All the love and affection and memories he had of Jamie were taken and restored to the ensign earlier in the evening. Just in time, too, from the information he'd wheedled out of Q.
He reaches out to the portal, stopping just before his hand passes through. If he goes through again, he'll go back to being the ensign. No lieutenant commander. None of the past eleven years. No chance to go back to this unless somehow the Nexus makes it happen, and he can't trust on the mercies of the Nexus.
Honestly, he has few complaints about who he is. His career could have gone a lot better, but it could have gone worse in a great many ways. Still, perhaps the ensign can make out of Rhy'din what he couldn't. A home. Friends. Family. A life outside of Starfleet and his career. Not that there was anything wrong with what he'd done with his life, not by a long shot, but? The possibility is there. Many possibilities.
With a quiet sigh, he steps away from the portal and watches it close.
In a bed at the Red Dragon Inn, the ensign rolls over in his sleep. If the slight pang of something lost registers to his brain, he'll not remember come morning.