Charlee had, eventually, resigned to the quarters she'd been assigned to during her stay on the Enterprise. Soon after, she grew bored with the room and started dissembling objects laying about which led to her completely destroying the room. She placed her hands on her hips and looked around with a smile.

"That's better."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. In a few moments Charlee had detected the button that opened the doors, so she pushed it. In strolled a wild Christophe, hair tousled, uniform wrinkled, from a long day's work on the starship Enterprise. But there was a smile on his face and a gleam in his eyes, which caused a smile on her face as well.

"Good to see you, Christophe." She leaned up and ruffled his hair, earning a grimace from the captain. "Grumpy as usual?"

"I'm not usually grumpy," he mumbled.

"Mm-hmm. Sure."

He ignored her teasing, looking around her room. "... I'm not going to ask."

"It's better if you didn't," she agreed.

He snorted. "You'd think being locked in a cryotube for years would shake things up a bit. You haven't changed at all, have you?"

Charlee's eyes distinctly twinkled, causing his heart to skip a beat. "You've certainly changed. Captain."

It was true. Christophe was older and wiser now. Three and a half years of Starfleet Academy had transformed his world. His hair was cropped shorter, he had faint wrinkles around his eyes when he smiled, he was shaping into a man, and Charlee... she hadn't changed at all. Literally. The cyrogenic pod had even stopped her from aging. She was still years older by now, but she certainly didn't look it.

Once the awkward reunion passed, the two lapsed into conversations about Star Trek, Starfleet, and how they all ended up here in the first place. They still had no idea.

Courfeyrac was running around the Enterprise, his old iPhone in hand. He had the perfect thing to do now that Charlee was on board to mess with. He stood outside of her room, surprised when he silent chatter that he soon recognized to be Christophe and Charlee talking.

He narrowed his eyes and double fist pumped, silently squealing, "Charlophe strikes again."

Once he recovered, Courf put his phone on loud and set it down carelessly next to her door frame, switching the Merlin theme song on. In the meantime, he peeked in the room just a tiny bit, grinning at the site. Christophe was stiffly sitting in an upside down chair while Charlee was standing up with her arms crossed, listening and nodding. As soon as the dramatic build approached during the song, he burst into the room.

"The chalupa of love!" He shouted as he pushed her into Christophes lap.

"What the hell?" The pair cried in unison.

Courfeyrac smiled, crossing his arms. "Three years later. Same response." He sighed dramatically, continuing. "Three years later and he has yet to seduce you, Charlee."

Charlee jumped up, narrowing her eyes and glancing between the two of them. "Excuse me?"

"Exactly! What's the hold up, Christo-"

"Hold it right there," she growled. "I am a strong, independant French woman who don't need no Starfleet captain. Smugly Charlee out."

With that, Charlee pranced out the door fiercely, yelling down the hall about wrecking havoc, and left the two boys alone in her room.

"Well, you've done it again," Christophe groaned. "My chances with her were slim enough as it was-"

Courfeyrac was grinning ear to ear. "You love her! Charlophe conquers all!"

"... What?"

"Charlophe. You know. Charlee and Christophe."

"... This is seriously how you spend your time off duty."

The excited little shipper nodded enthusiastically, skipping out of the room singing about Charlophe. With a broken sigh, Christophe followed him out, deciding to supervise the Beta shift to pull him out of his shame spiral.

It was a good thing he had done so, because at that moment, Musichetta, their communications officer, waved him over. "We've got an incoming signal."

"Let's talk." Christophe plopped down into the captain's chair, looking expectantly at the screen. It spit static for a moment, then revealed a face. A woman's face. Her eyes were green, nearly gold, and heavy from lack of sleep; her lips curved in a sad smile, and her dark hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail, revealing her pale skin. Christophe knew this face.

"Mom?"

A/N: I promise, everything will become clear! (It's just going to take a couple stories.)

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-Paitlyn