The Moon and The Son

by Exploded Pen

Stuart was lost to the sun, the son was lost to the moon, that didn't mean Stuart had to accept it...

000 Disclaimer, I own diddly squat 000 A very short piece from Stuart Reed's point of view.000

When on shore leave one of the most relaxing things I did was to stand and watch the ocean. I loved the elegance of the water and the way the sunlight reflected from it.

I always knew deep down that my son wasn't going to be in the Navy. I didn't want to accept that knowledge. I pushed him into learning about the Navy, I made damn sure he could swim, fear of the water or not and I showed him the simple beauty of the ocean.

He complied with minimal whining and complaint. I ingrained into him the knowledge that Reed men always joined the Navy and that not to do so was a disgrace to family tradition.

I kept showing him the view of the sun glinting off the ocean, hoping that it would take hold of him and mould him into Navy material.

It was only when I caught him, looking through his telescope at the moon that I realised I'd lost him.

I had lost my son to the moon.

I had lost him to Starfleet.

I had lost him.

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