They Wouldn't...
They wouldn't, would they? Bo has been a cornerstone of this team since 2014, a constant presence, the captain who led them into and out of the bubble with grace and dignity. Surely, he's just as safe here as Crosby in Pittsburgh, right? Right? Joanna thinks as she sits in her favourite armchair, listening to Mozart while she knits a new quilt for her and Elias' bed. Everything is turned off: her laptop, the tv, her phone, all of it is off. Elias, her boyfriend of four and a half years, is at work. Bo is family, his kids have slept in their arms, he can't just... leave them, can he? Allvin and Rutherford aren't that cruel, are they? All Star weekend is two weeks away, both Elias and Bo are booked to go to Miami.
She vaguely registers the garage door opening and closing while she knits, he's home. Foppa, their Australian shepherd puppy, bounds to greet his dad. Elias is quiet as he enters the main house, never a good sign. His aquamarine eyes are bloodshot and puffy.
Oh, no.
Joanna stands, and takes her boyfriend's hands, her voice quivers as she asks. ''Well, did they...'' She can't bring herself to complete her question. But, Elias sniffles. ''They did it, Anna. He's leaving.'' He collapses into her arms, sobbing into her shoulder. Joanna gently guides them to the sofa, and lies them both down, with him on her chest. She can't help but cry too, Bo Horvat, her captain, is leaving. The city is without one of its kindest souls now. Mozart's Lacrimosa comes on the radio, and God if that isn't fitting. 'Lacrimosa... dies illa.' The choir sings to the grieving young couple. ''Lias, darling, where is he going?''
Elias says, exhausted. ''The Islanders.'' And somehow, that hurts even worse. Quinn wept when Tanev left, they all cried when Troy went east, Elias was devastated when Marky and Edler left. This, however, is something else entirely. This is their captain leaving. She doesn't ask who they're getting in return, to be honest, she doesn't care.
The couple must fall asleep at some point, because Joanna wakes up to her phone exploding, notifications from social media, texts from family and friends who have heard the news, and a couple of missed calls. She debates what to do, and opens up her twitter.
@Joanna_Rose: Hi, all, I just woke up to my phone exploding. Elias is asleep on my chest right now, we'll be okay. We know what's happened, we can't not, we're Canucks. Just one request, give us some space, this is a difficult time, all we need is peace. Leave us be for right now, please.
She logs out of twitter, and looks down at her sleeping boyfriend, he ought to be starving. So, she orders in some pizza from their favourite pizza place.
They have dinner together on the sofa, Elias asking Joanna about her day, she's not been well lately, so she's not been at work. ''Well, I was knitting our new quilt, and teaching Foppa some new tricks.'' She drinks some of her orange juice. ''Might knit some stuff for the Horvats, some quilts, pillows, and some plushies for the kids.'' Elias smiles, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. ''Sounds like an idea to me, hjartat.'' Elias goes to put their dishes in the dishwasher. ''Anna, can I ask you something?'' Joanna nods, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders. ''Yeah, always.''
Elias joins her on the couch. ''If I'm named captain, will it change anything for us?''
Joanna shakes her head. ''No, darling, it won't. I've loved you since you were just the rookie, and I will love you when you're retired. A letter on a jersey and extra duties don't factor in.'' Elias brings her hand up to his lips, and kisses it. ''That's all I needed to know. I love you too, and I always will.'' Joanna moves into his open arms, the one place she's felt safest since late 2019, and says. ''We'll be okay, won't we? All of us?''
Elias nods, and kisses her head. ''Yeah, we'll be okay, all of our family.'' Joanna finally takes a deep breath. Foppa leaps up to snuggle too, They'll all be okay.
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A/N: Foppa is named after Peter Forsberg, Elias' childhood hero. Joanna also prefers to be nicknamed 'Anna' never 'Jo' or anything similar.
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Cullen Rutherford, Commander of the Inquisition, as seen in Dragon Age: Inquisition. Recently retired from his duties, the commander is looking for a home to settle down in. Maybe it could be yours!
Standing at a little over twelve inches tall, this plushie is completely handmade from fleece, fiberfill, and faux fur, and features hand painted acrylic details.
This one-of-a-kind plushie can be purchased at my Etsy shop.
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Hi. Sorry for asking this out of nowhere. Do you have any Lower Decks headcanons? I’ve got a few. Rutherford and Tendi are both autistic (as am I), Jennifer (the Andorian) is trans MtF and she once set a TERF on fire, the Cerritos gift shop has beluga plushies of the two in cetacean ops, Tendi once tried replicating a replicator to see what would happen, Rutherford is multilingual and he taught Tendi to speak Filipino and Tamil. Nobody knows why Boimler has purple hair. Not even he knows.
My Lower Decks headcanon is that Mariner is about ten or fifteen years older than everyone thinks she is. She hangs out with Boimler, Rutherford and Tendi and they assume she's around their age but, with a past spanning the Enterprise-D and Deep Space Nine where she's friends with Worf and Riker and serving in the Dominion War, she's been an ensign a looooong time.
I love yours about Boimler not knowing why he has purple hair. Maybe a random dormant gene from an alien or part-alien ancestor?
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