Before anyone throws a shit fit let me say! This is my new account! All my stories and profile have been deleted from the other one. Which is called
"Thereshouldbeablankhere". So yeah same person here just on a different account. I am going through and rereading/editing my stories so don't expect regular updates or the like. I do have college and a job and a son to tend to. But I will update whenever I can. This is also over on AO3 or archive of our own under the name "kalokalovesyou" just in case you wanted to know. I will eventually even put this on my tumblr. And if anyone actually wants that just let me know and I'll add it by the next update. Onto prologue!
.x.
"Sir, I don't think it's a good idea for you to go."
I glance to my right as I wait for the elevator to it the bottom level. My Second is standing with his hands clasped behind his back, uniform was perfect and smooth as it always was. Not even a strand of his hair, slicked back in his usual fashion, was out of place. It almost makes me want to ruffle his hair just to see what he would do. However, I am a Captain and manage to shove such an immature thought from my mind.
"It's just for a couple of days," I grunt back in reply. "I'll be back before you know it."
The elevator stops and the door slides open. We step out and walk down the polished corridor, footsteps mirroring each other's perfectly. It wasn't something either of us did consciously, but over time, it just sort of happened. The only thing out of place is the soft click of nails against the floor. I glance at the floor and feel a smile briefly claim my lips at the sight of two canines padding ahead of us. Maybe they weren't quiet regulation but they weren't specifically against regulation either.
"You really should consider taking a break yourself," I add as I stop in front of another door and enter my code. The door swishes open and we step through to the large transporter bay. The smaller of the two canines, one of the few last real dogs not genetically alerted, sat down on the floor near the door. His floppy ears perked as if he was paying close attention to the conversation.
"I don't need to. Besides, someone needs to look after the ship until you return," he says as he takes his place by the transporter controls. The second and larger canine sits near his feet.
I roll my eyes and drop my travel bag on one of the pads before walking around to stand next to him at the controls. The dog near my leg noses my hand and I rub the area behind his left ear. A moment later, my fingers fly over the controls with practiced ease. I have the coordinates entered and the machine waiting. I move to take my place when a strong hand on my wrist stops me. I look up at my Second with a questioning look at his confused look.
"Is there something wrong?" I ask.
"I think you should wait on this whole trip. I had my brother contact me the other day and he said he had some information that you might want to look at," he answers.
I arch a brow and pull my wrist free, "The brother that you tell me a regular basis is a total twat?"
He frowns but lets his hand fall back to his side, "He may be a bit dense on many things, but I really believe he knows what he's talking about when things such as this are concerned."
I hop onto one of the pads and pick up my bag and sling it over my shoulder, "I promise I'll look at it when I get back. I won't be more than a few days, a week at the most. Take care of her while I'm away?"
He straightens and gives a curt nod, "As I always have, sir."
I feel a grin tug at my lips as I give him a salute and he returns it. He hesitates for a moment but pushes the last code and I hear the transporter whirl to life. The canines bark their parting words, tails tapping against the hard floor. I look around the room, unsure about the sinking feeling that this would be the last time I would see it…at least for a long time and can hear the faint echoes of my Second's last words to me.
"Godspeed Captain Kirkland."
.x.