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[cannibalcoyote]

Christopher Pike: Arguments

Imagine having an argument with your father(Christopher Pike) over you having a boyfriend right before the SOS from Vulcan:

"Dad stop, I've known him since high school. You've met him and liked him!" I exclaimed as I walked through the house, my father closely following with an exasperated expression upon his face.

"Yah well, that was then and this is now!" He argued back. Finally getting fed up, I turn around, my hands in tight fists, my hair messy due to my frustration. My father doesn't look as angry as I am, he looks more unhappy than angry. His eyes seem defensive, but his posture screams dominance over the conversation.

"You don't get to stop me! I don't live under this roof anymore, you're not even my real dad!" My words are cold and precise, the sharpness in them could lacerate the toughest of materials. My expression may seem cruel and cold, but I can feel my body subconsciously wince at the low blow at the end of my sentence. I want to take it back, but I refuse to back down.

His strong look falters, his eyes dropping to the floor for a second before reconnecting with mine. His anger is completely gone, left only with an injured look, almost as though I had slapped him. The fight leaves him, I can practically see his body deflate before he speaks.

"You're right.... You don't live here... and I'm not your father." His voice feigns coldness, but I can hear the barely audible tremble at the end. My own eyes burn with tears as he turns his back to me, walking back through the house. I stand there for a few seconds, simply stunned by the turn of events.

I had walked in here with the intent of introducing my father to my boyfriend, who I first met in high school, then reconnected with in StarFleet. He's only a year younger than me, but his intelligence attracted me the moment I met him, and don't get me started on his accent. We had been good friends in high school, and when we reconnected in Star Fleet we developed a new kind of attraction. We've been going strong for a couple of months, and I thought it was time I told my father, and arranged to introduce them to each other.

I didn't, however, plan on my father treating me as though I was too young to make my own decisions. As soon as I brought up my boyfriend, he turned rigid, his eyes hardened, and his fists clenched at the thought that I was dating someone. I admit, I also overreacted. I never wanted this to happen, I just wanted to introduce the man who raised me to the man I fell in love with.

I wanted to walk after him, I wanted to yell out his name and exclaim my apologies. Instead, I pivoted on my heel, turning the polished handle and opening the door, then slamming it shut before driving home.

———————

Arriving at my quarters, I 'gracefully' stumble out of my car, slowly walking into the building to find my room. I sleep in separate quarters as I'm not a student but a teacher. I'm rifling through my purse in search of my keys when I get an instant message that Vulcan is requesting Star Fleets assistance, and to report for assignments.

My heart feels like it's being hit with a hammer, I've only been on a star ship once when my father insisted I go with him, I've never even been in combat before. I'm dreadfully and embarrassingly unprepared to rush in to aid Vulcan.

I push aside my anxiety and nervousness, my heart beat being tachycardic is an expected effect of this sudden event. My legs tremble slightly, but I continue to speed walk, getting to my area and receiving my assignment: Psychologist and physician assistant on board the Enterprise. Of course I get placed on the ship my father is captaining, at least I'll know that he's safe, but I will be stuck in the med bay, so I'll be a little far from him.

———————

I quickly toss on some StarFleet regulation pants and my uniform shirt, because lord knows I ain't wearing that short dress. My hands fumble with the material of my shirt as I walk into the Med Bay, immediately being greeted by the CMO, he's quite nice, immediately telling me what my job will be before going on his way.

I head over to my office, organizing some forms and assessing forms that have already been left for me. I'm about to go talk to the nurses when I notice two men rush in, one placing the other on the bio bed. Standing up, I hesitantly walk over, watching as he gives the other man a hypo, knocking him out within a few seconds.

"What is Jim Kirk doing on this ship?" Yes, I know who Jim Kirk is, my dad talked about him sometimes, I remember when he first went down to Iowa and met him, that was when he became really protective of me.

The other man, Leonard McCoy I presume, immediately straightens up.

"Uh..." He is clearly struggling to find an answer, I know what these symptoms are, and I know the only reason Jim Kirk would have them is if he was given the vaccine.

"I know what you did, but I understand. Promise not to tell." I smile slyly at the end, sarcastically holding out my pinkie to solidify my promise. McCoy smirks in surprise huffing before interlocking our pinkies, both of us then dropping our hands to our sides.

"Leonard McCoy I presume?" I question, my voice steady, although I still feel a little uneasy around these two men.

"That's right. Pike?" His southern twang dimmed down a little. I smile tightly, nodding my head.

———————

We had been en route to Vulcan, and my nerves were beginning to calm down; at least until Kirk woke up.

I was a little calmer because my boyfriend came on screen, he was giving us the summary of what we know and what we are going to do. Vulcan was releasing a distress signal, which we are heading over to help. I was in my head, worrying over how my father might act towards him now that he knows he is my boyfriend, but when Kirk is awake he seems to demand all attention.

He had McCoy and I rushing all over the ship, he was having a severe reaction, although I can say that I've seen worse.

"Kirk, just because I said I've seen worse doesn't mean you get to sprint across the ship and get your heart rate up!!" I yelled at him, slapping his arm. We're currently in the turbo lift, I'm trying to take his vitals when the doors open and Jim immediately pushes forward. Both men rushed out, and I admit I was pushed a little off balance. I stumble, and almost fall before I feel two arms grasp my waist, pulling me back up and into their chest.

I am about to push away from them when I hear their voice.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" His Russian accent is hard to miss, and I can't help but settle into his hold when I realize its him. I want to respond, but I'm so enthralled with the argument that is occurring that all I can manage is a comforting hand atop his interlocked ones and a slight nod of affirmation.

He releases his hold, but quickly follows up by softly holding my right hand in his as we watch the bridge. My father is the captain, and though he is arguing with Kirk and also listening to Spock, he still manages to find the time to glance over at me a couple of times. I know that he's noticed Chekov and I, how close we are, how we glance at each other for reassurance, and most of all how we are holding hands. I'm not quite sure how he feels anymore, at first he was angry, but now he seems to have some sort of understanding.

———————

My father has been stuck on Nero's ship for some time now, I obviously wanted to go with him when the Romulan captain demanded his presence. However, he had Chekov hold me back, whispering a promise that we would have that dinner if it was the last thing he did.

Jim and Spock - after having many fights, Jim even being sent to a planet, only to somehow come back - beamed onto the Romulan ship and are currently trying to rescue my father and their captain, Christopher Pike.

I spent most of my time on the ship trying not to cry as I treated injured crew members. I had to go back to the med bay, they were swamped, and McCoy had become our new CMO after our first had been killed. He was loud and straightforward, giving me a multitude of jobs to do simultaneously, to which I refused to disappoint, constantly thinking about whether my father would make it to that promised dinner.

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It was two days ago that Jim and Spock brought my father back to our ship and defeated Nero, he was immediately rushed to the med bay, where I had to watch him be treated. My eyes had tears streaming out of them, I was just trying not to cry aloud, which became especially hard when he reached his hand out for me to hold.

Now I am driving him back to my home, my personal house is out of the city, surrounded by nature. He always told me that he loved my house because the trees and streams helped quiet his mind, so I thought it might be a nice place to take him. The car ride is silent, not a tense silence, but a content one. Content that he is alive, that I am alive, that he can be my dad again.

Though I am enjoying the peace, I feel a force pushing me to talk.

"I... I'm sorry." My tone is low and my voice quiet, I know exactly why I am apologizing. His neutral expression turns to one of confusion, his body turning with his face before speaking.

"Why are you sorry?"

"I'm sorry for what I said. You've been a better father than my biological one, you've raised me and loved me as though I am your own flesh and blood, and I repay you by saying you aren't my father." My chest is tight as guilt floods my system, I glance over to my dad, and am met by his calm, warm eyes.

"It's okay, that conversation is something I regret, too. I know I've been protective, and I do recognize that you are an adult. It's... it's just that you are my daughter, and I feel like you having a boyfriend means you don't need me anymore." His deep tone starts off strong, but gradually becomes quieter and softer.

I pull into the driveway, pulling the emergency brake before putting the car in park.

"No one could ever replace you, dad." Is all I say before getting out of the car, heading over to help him out and up the steps onto my porch.

"Y'know, I've always loved this house."

"...How would you feel about meeting my boyfriend here, I feel that I've hidden him away long enough. I just need you to know that he isn't and never will replace you." My voice is shaky as I look at him meekly.

"I would love to." My chest feels lighter, I can feel myself breathe easier. Glancing over to my father, he offers me a calming smile before opening the front door and walking into my house. I'm left standing stunned on my porch, a smile slowly growing over my face as I message Pavel to come over tonight for dinner.

[alysonwolf-blog]

Chapter 1: The starfleet fight

Warnings: fight with parents

"Jonella," my father's voice resonated through the room with a sharp firmness, "I understand your passion for joining Starfleet, but it's not just about you. It's about upholding the legacy and values of our family."

Desperation tinged my plea as I responded, "I am upholding our legacy. It's our greatest legacy that everyone wants to forget. But Dad, this is my calling! I've dedicated years to preparing for this moment. I can't just abandon my dreams." My arms frantically waved as I spoke.

"Your dreams shouldn't come at the expense of tearing our family apart." His words struck me like a physical blow, a stark reminder of how much had changed between us. 

We used to be so close, sharing dreams and aspirations. But now, it felt like we were strangers, divided by conflicting desires and expectations.Turning to my mother, I sought support, hoping she would understand.

 "Mom?" I said, my voice cracking.

"Jonella, dear," she said gently, attempting not to take sides like she always did, "I do want you to follow your dreams, but your father has valid concerns about your safety and the impact on our family."

“Jonella, if you leave this house, don't come back." The weight of his words hung in the air, suffocating me with their implications. 

I wanted to make him understand, to bridge the gap that had formed between us. But it felt like an impossible task, like trying to hold onto smoke slipping through my fingers. As they left the room, tension hung heavy like a suffocating fog. The weight of their ultimatum pressed down on me, forcing me to confront the most challenging decision of my life. It wasn't merely about my desires; it was about the storied legacy of the Archer family.

Since Admiral Jonathan Archer, the first captain of the USS Enterprise, an Admiral and a president of the United Federation of Planets, our ancestor, the family had refrained from joining Starfleet, feeling unable to match his towering legacy. I loved the stars, science, and engineering. My destiny lay among the cosmos; I felt it in my very being, and I hoped my father would someday understand.

“Jo?" Jack's voice was sad and quiet as he interrupted my thoughts from the doorway.

I turned to see my fourteen-year-old brother standing there, his expression a mix of sadness and uncertainty. His eyes, usually bright with mischief, now held a weight of concern that mirrored my own.

"Hey, Jack," I said, offering a smile, though it felt strained on my lips.

“Are you really leaving?" he asked, his tone heavy with apprehension and concern."I'll be back to visit, but Starfleet is my calling, Jack," I replied, pulling him into a tight embrace as he ran into my arms.

"I'm going to miss you, Jo," he whispered, his voice barely audible against my shoulder.

"I'll miss you too. We can still talk while I'm gone," I reassured him, feeling a pang of guilt for leaving him behind. "Do you want to come with me to tell Ellie?"

"Yes," he nodded, his eyes still downcast as he stepped back from our embrace.

Together, we walked to our nine-year-old sister's bedroom, the hallway feeling longer and more ominous than it ever had before.Ellie was engrossed in a book by the window, her face lighting up as we entered. Her innocence and joy were a stark contrast to the heaviness that weighed on my heart.

"Jon! Jack!" she exclaimed, excitement evident in her voice as she jumped up from her seat.

“Hey, El. Can we talk for a minute?" I asked, motioning for them to sit down on her bed.

"Jo has some news," Jack chimed in, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What is it?" Ellie asked, curiosity gleaming in her eyes."I got into Starfleet," I announced softly, the weight of my decision settling heavily in the room.

"Yay!" Ellie cheered, her enthusiasm contagious. "That's your dream!"

"Yes, it is, El. But it means I'll be gone for a while," I said, her excitement faltering as the reality of my departure sank in.

"I know, but we can still talk, and you'll visit, right?" she asked, her eyes pleading, her small hand reaching out to grasp mine.

"Of course, El," I assured her, squeezing her hand gently. "I'll always be here for you." As I looked into her innocent eyes, I felt a renewed sense of determination. 

Despite the rift that had formed between my family and me, I knew that my dreams were worth pursuing. And maybe, just maybe, one day they would understand too. But for now, the ache of leaving them behind pierced my heart like a knife, a reminder of the sacrifices I had to make to follow my calling.

As the days passed, the weight of my decision grew heavier, like a stone dragging me deeper into uncertainty. Each moment spent with my family felt like a precious treasure, a fleeting glimpse of the life I was leaving behind. Despite their reservations, they supported me as best they could, masking their own pain behind forced smiles and encouraging words.But beneath the facade, I could see the cracks forming in our family bond, the unspoken fears and doubts threatening to tear us apart. My father's stoic demeanor hid the turmoil brewing within him, while my mother's attempts to maintain peace only highlighted the underlying tension.Jack and Ellie, too, struggled to come to terms with my departure. Jack's once vibrant spirit dulled with each passing day, his usual mischief replaced by a somber silence. Ellie, ever the optimist, tried to hide her sadness behind cheerful chatter and bright smiles, but I could see the pain lurking in her eyes whenever she thought I wasn't looking.One evening, as we sat around the dinner table, the silence grew oppressive, suffocating us with its weight. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, my father spoke, his voice strained with emotion. 

"Jo, I know we haven't always seen eye to eye on this, but I want you to know that I'm proud of you. You're following your dreams, and nothing could make me happier, even if it means letting you go.

"Tears welled in my eyes. "Thank you, Dad," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion.

my father’s voice broke the heavy silence once more.  “Jo, I owe you an apology,” he began, his words measured and heartfelt. “I spoke out of fear, out of a desire to protect you, but in doing so, I realize now that I hurt you deeply. I’m sorry for telling you never to come back if you leave. That was wrong of me.”

Tears welled in my eyes as I listened to his words, a weight lifting from my shoulders with each syllable. “Thank you, Dad,” I managed to choke out, my voice thick with emotion. “I forgive you.”

He reached across the table to clasp my hand, his grip firm yet gentle. “The door is always open for you, Jo,” he said, his voice steady with sincerity. “No matter where life takes you, remember that this will always be your home.”

A sense of relief washed over me, mingled with gratitude and love for the family who had supported me through it all. With renewed resolve, I vowed to carry their words with me, a guiding light in the darkness of the unknown

 "I love you."

"And I love you, Jo," he replied, his voice breaking. "Always."

The following days passed in a blur of bittersweet moments, each one etched into my memory with painful clarity.

 On the morning of my departure, as I stood at the threshold of our home, my family gathered around me, their expressions a mix of pride and sorrow.

"I'm going to miss you, Jo," Ellie said, her voice trembling with emotion as she threw her arms around me.

"I'll miss you too, El," I replied, holding her tight. "But we'll see each other again soon, I promise."

Jack stood beside us, his eyes red-rimmed with unshed tears. "Take care of yourself out there, Jo," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I will, Jack," I said, pulling him into a hug. "You take care of Mom and Dad for me, okay?"

With one last embrace, I turned to face my parents, the weight of our impending farewell heavy in the air between us.

"We'll be waiting for you to come home, Jo," my mother said, her voice wavering with emotion.

"I'll come back, Mom," I promised, blinking back tears. "I promise." 

With that, I gathered my bags and stepped out into the unknown, leaving behind the safety and comfort of home for the adventure that awaited me among the stars.

[luxwood-art]

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