Entanglement:

Communication

"Elliot!"

Mornings at the Presley household had a certain rhythm to them, it hadn't taken long for the siblings to fall into order. Abigail's with drawl from Starfleet had been a crushing blow, a promising Engineer she had been set to graduate in two more years yet her parents death had ended that career path roughly three months before the Romulan ship-the Narada-had set its sights on Earth. There was no doubt in her mind that she would have perished had she still been a Cadet with the Academy-she was good but there was no guarantee she would have been assigned to the Enterprise, the only ship to survive.

No, she could mourn her decision but never regret it. If things had worked out in any other way Elliot would have lost everything.

"Elliot, are you ready? We're going to miss the tube."

She didn't bother looking back, concentrating in packing last night's leftovers in containers for the both of them. Credits were well accounted for in this household, there was not much to spare-it already took extra shifts to keep Elliot in his private school.

"Yes. Sorry Abby, I was finishing the last of my assignment."

"Couldn't finish it last night?"

"I-I feel asleep talking to Sara on the comm."

Flashing the teenager a grin from over her shoulder she shook her head, it seems he was delving into the mystery that was woman. Part of her wondered if her parents had ever gotten around to showing him the proper vids or if she'd have to do that herself. Best not to think on it at the moment.

"See to your homework before you see to Miss Sara next time, okay?"

There was little chastisement in her voice because she knew her brother went above and beyond in his studies, he had always been a mature boy and their parent's death had only served to jump start that maturity that much sooner.

"Alright."

"Okay, good. I'm off then, lunch is packed and I should be home in time for dinner. In case I'm not then there are credits in the usual drawer for supper. Be safe and call me when you come home."

Around a bite of fruit he chews out the words, "I might go over to Braxon's for dinner. Not sure yet, he mentioned it in class yesterday."

"Let me know what you decide when you call me then-ten o'clock curfew though, still a school night."

Elliot doesn't giver a proper answer just nods between bites.


"I'm afraid Elliot has finally discovered the fairer sex."

Reclining in her chair she stares at the vaulted ceiling for a moment, there hadn't been much time to exchange pleasantries with Agatha this morning, a large influx of requests had filtered through and keep them occupied for the majority of the morning hours.

"Ah yes, the wonders of male puberty. You, my dear, are in for a treat. Never had I so thoroughly considered strangling my own flesh and blood then when Mathew became a man."

Snorting may not have been the most Agatha approved reaction but she couldn't help it, the thought of petite Agatha causing any harm to her mammoth son was laughable. "I'm sure he trembled in fear. That's most certainly why the bed quaked at night."

"Charming Ms. Abigail."

Before she could respond her screen flashed with an incoming call, the computer's voice addressed her.

"Incoming call from Harrison, John."

Sighing in exasperation and sharing a look of contempt with Agatha she put on her best face and answered the call.

"Good Afternoon Mr. Harrison. How can I be of service."

Damned man wasn't even looking into the screen, instead he was tinkering away at something on his desk.

"Ms. Presley I require your presence in my work quarters."

"I'm sorry Sir, I'm afraid you've caught me at a rather inconvenient time. I was about to go on my lunch hour."

Lie, but not a complete one. It was around the time she'd normally take her hour but if it meant avoiding Harrison she could due with a slightly earlier lunch then normal.

"I do not object to you consuming food in my quarters. I shall see you in twenty minutes. That should be sufficient time to gather your meal. Harrison out."

Briefly she wondered how far she could jam one of the soldering wands down his throat before security arrived. Surely it would be long enough to teach him to some modicum of manners. No tongue at all would be almost as good as a civil one.


-Author's Corner-

For those following this story I'd like to apologize-this is not an update but a revision. I will be coming back to this story and posting new Chapters. I would like to put out a sort of wanted Ad I suppose. I am in need of a Beta for this story. If any of the readers are interested please PM. I would be ever in your favor!