A/N: As a reminder, this weird version of Star Trek is based on my life, so there's no telling what will happen because life is unpredictable.
Ode to A Starship by Lina Shay
Chapter Forty-Five: Let Down
I got another letter from Spencer. He was just so vague. It was like he wanted to me to make every effort in the relationship. He wanted me to try to get to know him and he wanted me to decide when he should come and what we should do. I finally picked a day for him to come but had to cancel it last minute because I got sick. Then I picked another day, but he canceled it becuase he had to work. I was getting frustrated with this idea.
Alym burst into the house, breathing hard. We all looked at him in confusion.
"Penby had the baby," He told us.
"Is it a girl?" Dad asked.
We all stared at him with hopeful eyes. Alym shook his head.
"Boy," He told us. "His name is Colas."
"I knew it would be a boy," Anrew muttered, picking his nails with a klingon knife.
"You did not," Teffan accused.
"Did so," Anrew shot back. "It had to be a boy because everyone wanted a girl."
Teffan rolled her eyes at him.
"Well, boy or girl, it's our grandbaby," Mom insisted. "Let's go see how they are."
"I have to go to work," I shrugged.
Mom nodded and everyone got ready and left me home alone.
Mom was a flutter with how beautful her new grandson was. She dragged me to the market to buy him something. I was less enthusiastic. I keep thinking there is something wrong with me because I don't go ga-ga over babies (pardon the pun.)
As we were searching the baby section, I glimpsed a guy. He was tall and good-looking, and he was looking at me. That caught my eye more than anything. Throughout the shop, every time I looked in his direction, he was looking back at me and smiling. It gave me a warm feeling. An old friend worked at that store and I asked about him.
"He's the owner's son," my friend told me.
I kept thinking about him. It didn't make sense since I didn't even talk to him and knew next to nothing about him. I kept going back to the market to see him, but he was never there again. I was disappointed every time.
"Have you heard from Spencer?" Mom asked me one eveing.
"Yes, but I haven't gotten around to writing back," I told her.
She put her hands on her hips. "Why not?"
"I just think it's pointless," I muttered.
"Than you should tell him instead of just ignoring him like this," she insisted.
"All right," I groaned.
"Spencer,
I'm sorry it took me so long to respond to your last letter, but it seems to me like this whole idea is futile. Nothing is coming of it and I just want to give up. I'm going to give this thing one more chance. Come this friday.
Lina."
I got a response sooner than I had thought I would.
"Lina,
I'm sorry you feel like this will never happen. I will come this friday.
Spencer."
I felt worse rather than better.
The day Spencer was set to come, my family told me to wait at home while they went to do soem work on my sister's soon-to-be house. I couldn't explain it, but I was nevrous. I shouldn't have been. I honestly couldn't think of a good reason why I would be nervous. Not only was I only slightly interested in this guy, but I had plans for my life that having a guy would only interfere with. Still, everytime I hear the slightest noise, I found myself breaking into seat and my heart pounding.
Psycho rolled around the floor asking to be petted. I mustered a smile for him, but I was just to jittery to do anything, but bite my lip. He was passed due, and I was wondering if he might never come. It would have been a load off my mind if he sent a message calling this whole thing off. I figured he just might have sent a message saying he would be late, but the trasmission station was malfunctioning and I didn't have an engineer like Handcock handy. When it started getting dark, I gave up hope and decided that I just wished my family would come back home. To my own surprise, I found myself disappointed that Spencer had not come.
After sitting around the house for hours, my parents came home and fixed the transmission station. Spencer had sent me a message.
"Lina,
I left when I had planned to, but the ship I was on was attacked by Ring-Bearers. Luckily, I got away in an escape pod, but just barely made it back to Earth. We can try this again.
Spencer."
I didn't respond. This was just too hard. It was almost like the prophets were trying to keep this relationship from going anywhere. Maybe I should listen.