Also posted on my AO3 account, StormyWormi.


35 year old Connor and 32 year old Jerry Bay were wealthy among the clothing and mechanical industry.

Connor owned many stores of the brand Trikle. It was started to help disabled people and members of the LGBTQ community to buy, and/or make designs for clothes that would fit them and others.

Connors yearly income, after all taxes, wages, maintenance's etc wete paid, was just over $100,000,000 a year. Which he didn't spend on expensive watches or cars, but helped local communities near his home in Alaska.

Jerry, or Jay, had a mechanical shop, with seven huge locations open all over Canada and America. Under the name Bay Mechanics. It consisted of making various mechanical parts. Like cranes, loader bits, small to large scale engines. And electrical components. Like outlets, ship sonars, radios. And various other parts.

Jay yearly income, after taxes etc, was about $150,000,000. As often Jay's shops would make/print custom parts, and they weren't cheap to make.

Jay, like his husband, would often support local communities. And as an Alaska crab fisherman, he'd donate thousands to the Alaskan USCG. And was making a huge project of restoring USCG Hamilton-class cutter Chase Katrino. And was planning on Captaining the ship in his off time.

The two lived in a small house in a small wood area about 100km away from Fairbanks, Alaska. A small three bedroom, one big bathroom bungalow.

A large 2 acre plot around the house, with a sizable shop/garage at the back of the property, sporting their vehicles, 30ft fishing boat Runaway, a red Can Am outlander and Jays tools, welders, cutters and more.

They didn't own anything too fancy. Didn't want to own anything too fancy.

Connor owned a camo wrapped BMW M5.

And Jay owned a a dark blue Ford Mustang GT500.

Jay's pride and joy, the Aria Epip, a 250ft monsterous crab boat, stayed in it's homeport of Homer, where she's maintained between crab seasons.

And the USCG cutter Jay was planning on restroring, would be his gift to the men and women that risk their lives to save them that sail the Bering Sea. Since the Coast Guard wasn't funded much by the government.

And Jay wasn't just a guy who wanted to restore a CG ship because he wanted to, no. He did it for the Coast Guard. As he had a PhD in engineering and technical graphics. So he could/can make plans and blueprints to add to the cutter.

"Y'know, why don't people fund the Coast Guard much anymore?" Connor asked, from ontop Jay, the two laying snuggled up on the couch infront of the TV and fireplace.

"Maybe because they don't understand how much the Coast Guard dose." Jay awnsered, mumbling into Connors blond hair, his armed wrapped tightly around his partner.

"Is that why you're gonna be restoring Chase?" Connor questioned the younger man, shifting his head to look into his husband's light brown eyes.

"Yeah, it's to a good cause, it will help the Alaskan Coast Guard save more people." Jay replied, sitting up, Connor, who was llaying on his chest slid down onto his lap, laying there.

"You'd own a large company, a massive crab boat, AND a Cutter? Honestly not as bad as some rich people out there." Connor pulled himself up, leaning against Jay for support.

The show they were watching on TV played quietly in the background. It was just past Opilio crab season, and Connor had assited the 10 deckhands through their most difficult season yet.

So Connor was in slight pain from the season.

Jay glanced at the clock hanging over the kitchen counter; half past 1 at night.

"We're going to be checking out the cutter tomorrow, we need to sleep, C." Jay whispered softly, wrapping a loose arm around Connor's strained shoulders.

Connor whined, not wanting to leave Jay's or the fire's warmth. Jay sighed, rolling his eyes when Connor didn't make any sign of eanting to get up. "Fine, I guess we'll sleep on here then."

Jay muttered, picking the remote up off the coffee table, lowering the volume of the TV, before placing the remote back down on the table.

Jay rested his head on the back pillow of their couch, his eyes beginning to feel heavy, as soft snores started emitting from the smaller body beside him. He smiled slightly, his body fianlly giving up to the urge to sleep.


6 AM.

The alarm off Connor's phone started blaring in the peacefulness that once filled the small house.

Two, tired, strained mem woke up to the horrible thing that is an alarm, not happy to be woken up nor happy abput having to get up.

But today was a special day. Jay was going to finally buy the USCG Cutter he'd wanted to restore. Sign all the paperwork, and be given the key.

The US Coast Guard Cutter Chase Katrino was damaged by another vessel hitting it in 2005. The damage so vast it was deemed irrepairable, and was ever since decommissioned.

One of Jay's Coast Guard friends, an engineer of the Cutter Valkyrie, Thomas Norman, had gotten word there was a decommissioned cutter, and he knew Jay wanted to restore one, so he called about the Cutter, and asked of it could be sold.

It was, under one condition; it would be, by some miracle, repaired and put back into commision.

And today, Jay would comfirm with the Coast Guard that he would restore the ship, and finally give it life again, and get more CG crews a home.