Thank you to everybody who read or reviewed the last conversation. You are all fabulous. It's been a while, but it is time for more diary entries from our favorite preteen.
There the 'me' in the text message section is Spock.
Day 106: Crushed
Excerpts from the diary of Jocelyn Josephine Uhura-McCoy: Yorktown edition
June 7, 2269
Dear Diary:
Yorktown is beautiful. The bathroom in our temporary housing was only half together, but it's still beautiful. Apparently they forgot to install the sink, but they fixed it. Also we ended up having to put my bed together, but it's together now. At least the people who have the room after us won't have that problem. I guess this is what happens when you're going to a station that's still under construction.
Also, after being on a starship since February, it was nice to just run around on grass and see trees. Granted the grass and trees have just been planted. Yorktown is like one giant greenhouse, but it's nice. I got to spend yesterday and today at the park with the babies. They've gotten so big. Demora is walking and saying words. I am Jo Jo and I'm OK with that. OK, I had to keep both kids from going into the water more than once because of holographic docks.
Demora is sad because she knows that her mom is gone, but it's only for a little while. I don't think she gets the difference yet. At least, she will get to talk to her mom every once in a while. She has her Aunt Liz and Uncle Kevin in the meantime. At least Liz seems a little bit more together than my aunt.
I probably need to write her. She did send more art supplies. I used them to make Demora a family portrait for her birthday present. Maybe I can send a painting instead. That feels less confrontational. I also feel like I can express myself better in art than in words. Even writing these diary entries sometimes can be difficult.
Uncle Jim and Uncle Spock are also sad right now. They're trying not to act like they're sad, but I can just tell. I know something happened last year about this time because Uncle Jim was in a coma for a week and dad looked on the verge of tears that one time mom let me talk to him. But I don't know exactly what happened. The adults rarely tell me anything and the biological mom had lots of nanny filters up on my PADD at the time. I couldn't look up anything she didn't want me to. I always had to be perfect.
In a couple weeks, it will be a year since I've buried my mom after she wrapped her car around a tree so I don't know why they feel this need to keep the truth from me. I've already been through too much.
It's like they don't think I know that mom Nyota doesn't want to spend time around baby D. I know it's been a year since her miscarriage, but nobody wants to talk about these things with me. I don't know what to do about that. I should probably talk to Dr. Margarita. I have a session with her once we leave Yorktown. Unlike Uncle Jim, apparently, I'm healthy enough to go a week without therapy on vacation. I feel like that's progress.
In other news, I met my new teacher Gina. She's actually OK with us calling her Gina. That's different, but she is planning to be with us for the next 4+ years. Hopefully, if Jeremy doesn't scare her off. Although she does have a black belt in Brazilian jujitsu so I think Jeremy has met his match. I think Spock would look the other way if she used it on him. She said she's willing to do classes on ship like Mr. Sulu. This could be fun. Ashley 2 and 3 are looking forward to it.
Things are less contentious with all the Ashleys now. We're not best friends, but occasionally we do talk to one another usually after fencing practice. Although, Ashley 3 has been hanging out with me on Yorktown. I think it's because she's not on speaking terms with her aunt. I totally understand that.
Apparently she doesn't like her new boyfriend that she found out about while walking in on them having sex. She refuses to tell me who. I'm just glad my parents are more discrete than that. Otherwise, I would have a whole other reason to see Dr Margarita.
Oh well I have to go. Apparently, we are supposed to have a tour of the science facility and then lunch. They're supposed to be doing research on a nearby nebula. That seems like it would be cool.
James: Please rescue me from my mom. I sincerely regret not being able to consume alcohol right now.
Me: I would if I was not in a meeting with various diplomatic representatives from various Federation members and allied nations. You were the one who decided to spend lunch with your mother instead of accompanying me.
James: And now that mom is talking about me dying last year, I completely regret that decision. Her talking about me dying is now triggering Kevin who is just starting to get over it. Liz looks like she wants to hurt all of us.
James: Poor Jo Jo is just trying to bury her head in one of the digital comic books that her aunt sent. Poor child. I'm just glad the Sulu kids are elsewhere with their dads. They are too young for this.
Me: I feel like it's impossible to get over that day. I will never forget watching your last few moments.
James: Did you know that Kevin watched the surveillance footage of that? Who the hell let him watch that?
Me: Considering you were the one who passed your computer skills onto Kevin, I find it highly probable that you are responsible indirectly for him finding the security footage. I know Starfleet asked him to assist with an investigation because he was one of the few that can circumvent your encryption.
James: Because I gave him the key. Yes, I regret teaching him how to break into systems and that is why I'm not starting the Starfleet Junior Hacker Society like you requested.
James: Shit! Pavel just walked in with the girlfriend and they're holding hands. Ashley three looks ready to stab them with a fork and Jo Jo just choked on her roll.
Me: So they are now open about their relationship?
James: Well after Ashley caught the two fucking, there was no point in hiding things. Although I am furious at whoever put them in the room next to ours.
Me: Because we are a married couple, we were placed in family quarters as opposed to the normal housing reserved for captains.
James: That explains the queen size bed. Not that I wouldn't enjoy snuggling with you in a full bed, but you kick.
Me: I do not kick.
James: Yes, you do sweetie. OK speaking of kicking, Jo Jo looks like someone just kicked her puppy. Maybe I should say kicked her puppy love. It's never fun when your crush is with somebody else. That explains the almost choking earlier.
Me: Even if the probability of you getting together with that individual is 123.2 million to 1.
James: It's a safety crush. You develop an affinity for a person you can't have because you're terrified of emotional intimacy. Of course with my last safety crush, it turns out the guy was totally available, except emotionally because of his mom's death. Instead of telling me that, he pretended to be in a relationship with his best friend that he kind of slept with a couple of times.
Me: I have apologized for that transgression on multiple occasions.
James: You can apologize with a blowjob later. I'm going to take the kids for ice cream. Ice cream and hot fudge are necessary at a time like this.
Me: Of course. Although, I feel like you're doing this as an excuse to avoid your mom.
James: You know me so well, sweetie. Love you.
Dear Diary:
Now I know Ashley was right not to tell me. I wish I didn't know, but now I do. I can't believe Pavel is dating Ashley's aunt and Ashley walked in on them having sex. I want to throw up. This is creepy.
This also totally explains why Ashley is mad because I would so be upset too if my mom, the other one, started dating someone only a few years older than me, if she was still alive. Then again I feel like grandpa is going to get to this point. I think the new step grandma is currently only 10 years older than me. I'm sure it will be over before I go back to Earth. That is my happy thought. Along with the ice cream, that stuff was good. It almost makes up for the fact my crush is sleeping with Ashley's guardian.
To be continued.