Dear Demora (Make It up As I Go)

by MissCar

Sequel to Dear James and Dear Spock. The 5 year mission is a go. Everybody's trying to balance their work and family responsibilities. No one knows quite what they're doing. But they are the best crew in Starfleet, which essentially means they'll just make it up as they go. A collection of emails & other written correspondence from the first year of Enterprise's 5-year mission.

6. Day 6: dear diary

Thank you to everyone who read or reviewed the last chapter. I now introduce you to therapy journal entries that will be peppered throughout the story, mostly when they are somewhere in deep space and outside communication is not an option. Most of these entries will be coming from Josephine/Jo Jo, Jim, and Spock.

Of course, Jim and Spock's will come in letter format. The majority of the time, Josephine will be doing more traditional journal entries. She is still trying to process her mother's death, so it's going to be a process

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Excerpts from the therapy Journal of Josephine Uhura-McCoy

February 23, 2260

Dear Diary:

Dr. Margarita is making me write in this thing because she says it will make me feel better and Mom Nyota is making me go to my sessions. Mom, my biological mom, always said to be wary of doctors that go by their first name. But I like her anyways so I'm going to try to do what she asked.

I tried writing out what I was thinking after mom died and it helped a little bit, but I was never really good at it, despite Uncle Jim showing me how. Uncle Spock and Uncle Jim helped, but they're too busy now. Captains have to do a lot of stuff and technically they're both captains, no matter what Jeremy and Jason says. I hate them both.

I think Uncle Jim only worked with me on the replicator project because I told him what Jeremy did to Ensign Hastings on the first day of classes. Locking her in an elevator was mean. If you don't want to learn why even be here? Jeremy is an asshole. I know I'm not supposed to use words like that, but this is my diary. If I can't say what I really want here, then what's the point of writing in this silly thing. He reminds me of mom when she was drinking, my real mom.

I hated her when she was drinking. I know I'm not supposed to talk ill of the dead, but she was horrible and mean and I still wish she wasn't dead. Uncle Jim says it's okay to feel this way and Miss Margarita agrees. I'm not sure I believe him.

I don't think I'm going to make any friends on ship, at least not among the other kids who are stationed here. None of the Ashleys talked to me, even before our teacher got locked in an elevator. Telling Uncle Jim what they did to our teacher obviously did not make the situation any better. Which is fine, I don't need to be friends with people like that or at least that's what Uncle Jim said. He is the only one who knows what's going on.

I don't care that they all hate me for being a snitch or whatever. Besides Ensign Hastings is nice to me and that is more than I can say about a lot of my classmates.

Okay maybe this helped a little bit. Better than the art therapy class last fall.

To be continued