Alyssa/Kalen - Understandings

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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

"It was my mother who told you. Lydia simply remembered it." She answered, folding her arms. "Then why do we have to talk if it doesn't matter... oh wait it actually does matter. Lying yet again. I didn't tell you because it made me feel, still does, like I'm the worse daughter in the universe. It's the reason why I sleep with someone then head off to another ship. Every time my family is brought up in a conversation or tries to talk to me, I sleep with someone and transfer to another ship. That's how it works. What happened was my mother meet him found out that we were 'in love' then had us marry. We were married for two hours. I found out that it wasn't real. He was using me to get to my parents. I filed for divorce with the help of my father. We were seventeen." She not in the mood. "We were stupid teenagers, and my family hasn't spoken of it since it happened until now. And I warned you that this was going to happen. I just didn't realize that they were going to bring up that relationship. I was the one who got hurt, and went straight into the Academy."

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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

"It was my mother who told you. Lydia simply remembered it." She answered, folding her arms. "Then why do we have to talk if it doesn't matter... oh wait it actually does matter. Lying yet again. I didn't tell you because it made me feel, still does, like I'm the worse daughter in the universe. It's the reason why I sleep with someone then head off to another ship. Every time my family is brought up in a conversation or tries to talk to me, I sleep with someone and transfer to another ship. That's how it works. What happened was my mother meet him found out that we were 'in love' then had us marry. We were married for two hours. I found out that it wasn't real. He was using me to get to my parents. I filed for divorce with the help of my father. We were seventeen." She not in the mood. "We were stupid teenagers, and my family hasn't spoken of it since it happened until now. And I warned you that this was going to happen. I just didn't realize that they were going to bring up that relationship. I was the one who got hurt, and went straight into the Academy."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Semantics. It was still brought up in the same method." He groaned and rolled his eyes. "What if I told you I wasn't lying, and that I haven't ever lied to you. But you wouldn't believe me. I just wanted to know what happened is all. I empathize with you Alyssa, I really do. I know how things like that go." He sighed and slumped down into his chair, "You've read my file, you know at least that much is true." He felt his sorrow build up inside of him. He couldn't let her leave mad. He had to make this right somehow but he had no idea. "Thank you..for telling me." He lowered his head and wiped the moisture away from his eyes. Why did this always seem to happen. "I was prepared for something.." He shook his head, "But I didn't think it would come to us fighting over something that shouldn't be such a huge thing. And it isn't.." He looked up at her again, "I don't want this to be over. I will fight for this relationship. We can do this."

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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

"It was my mother who told you. Lydia simply remembered it." She answered, folding her arms. "Then why do we have to talk if it doesn't matter... oh wait it actually does matter. Lying yet again. I didn't tell you because it made me feel, still does, like I'm the worse daughter in the universe. It's the reason why I sleep with someone then head off to another ship. Every time my family is brought up in a conversation or tries to talk to me, I sleep with someone and transfer to another ship. That's how it works. What happened was my mother meet him found out that we were 'in love' then had us marry. We were married for two hours. I found out that it wasn't real. He was using me to get to my parents. I filed for divorce with the help of my father. We were seventeen." She not in the mood. "We were stupid teenagers, and my family hasn't spoken of it since it happened until now. And I warned you that this was going to happen. I just didn't realize that they were going to bring up that relationship. I was the one who got hurt, and went straight into the Academy."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Semantics. It was still brought up in the same method." He groaned and rolled his eyes. "What if I told you I wasn't lying, and that I haven't ever lied to you. But you wouldn't believe me. I just wanted to know what happened is all. I empathize with you Alyssa, I really do. I know how things like that go." He sighed and slumped down into his chair, "You've read my file, you know at least that much is true." He felt his sorrow build up inside of him. He couldn't let her leave mad. He had to make this right somehow but he had no idea. "Thank you..for telling me." He lowered his head and wiped the moisture away from his eyes. Why did this always seem to happen. "I was prepared for something.." He shook his head, "But I didn't think it would come to us fighting over something that shouldn't be such a huge thing. And it isn't.." He looked up at her again, "I don't want this to be over. I will fight for this relationship. We can do this."

She was shutting down and for once she was allowing it, even though it was wrong. Her family did this every time, and she was done with it. "You're contradicting yourself. You say what happened isn't important, then you ask about it. Forcing me to tell. Then you proceed to tell me what I will and won't believe. Last I checked you weren't my father nor are you my husband. Yes, I've read your file so I know certain things to be true. That doesn't help or explain the fact that you're mad, and choosing to take it out on me. I'm sorry that my family told you, and there's nothing I can do about it." She wanted to leave, but knew he would stop her. "I don't need your pity. I've been doing perfectly fine without it. I'm not a charity case." She was trying to remain calm, but failing. She had one choice, and she was doing it. He wanted to talk, then he can talk all he wanted. She didn't need to response or give him any satisfaction. He was choosing to be mad and to take it out on her. She knew that her family was to blame, and she had every intention of making her feelings well known to them.

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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

"It was my mother who told you. Lydia simply remembered it." She answered, folding her arms. "Then why do we have to talk if it doesn't matter... oh wait it actually does matter. Lying yet again. I didn't tell you because it made me feel, still does, like I'm the worse daughter in the universe. It's the reason why I sleep with someone then head off to another ship. Every time my family is brought up in a conversation or tries to talk to me, I sleep with someone and transfer to another ship. That's how it works. What happened was my mother meet him found out that we were 'in love' then had us marry. We were married for two hours. I found out that it wasn't real. He was using me to get to my parents. I filed for divorce with the help of my father. We were seventeen." She not in the mood. "We were stupid teenagers, and my family hasn't spoken of it since it happened until now. And I warned you that this was going to happen. I just didn't realize that they were going to bring up that relationship. I was the one who got hurt, and went straight into the Academy."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Semantics. It was still brought up in the same method." He groaned and rolled his eyes. "What if I told you I wasn't lying, and that I haven't ever lied to you. But you wouldn't believe me. I just wanted to know what happened is all. I empathize with you Alyssa, I really do. I know how things like that go." He sighed and slumped down into his chair, "You've read my file, you know at least that much is true." He felt his sorrow build up inside of him. He couldn't let her leave mad. He had to make this right somehow but he had no idea. "Thank you..for telling me." He lowered his head and wiped the moisture away from his eyes. Why did this always seem to happen. "I was prepared for something.." He shook his head, "But I didn't think it would come to us fighting over something that shouldn't be such a huge thing. And it isn't.." He looked up at her again, "I don't want this to be over. I will fight for this relationship. We can do this."

She was shutting down and for once she was allowing it, even though it was wrong. Her family did this every time, and she was done with it. "You're contradicting yourself. You say what happened isn't important, then you ask about it. Forcing me to tell. Then you proceed to tell me what I will and won't believe. Last I checked you weren't my father nor are you my husband. Yes, I've read your file so I know certain things to be true. That doesn't help or explain the fact that you're mad, and choosing to take it out on me. I'm sorry that my family told you, and there's nothing I can do about it." She wanted to leave, but knew he would stop her. "I don't need your pity. I've been doing perfectly fine without it. I'm not a charity case." She was trying to remain calm, but failing. She had one choice, and she was doing it. He wanted to talk, then he can talk all he wanted. She didn't need to response or give him any satisfaction. He was choosing to be mad and to take it out on her. She knew that her family was to blame, and she had every intention of making her feelings well known to them.

He sighed softly and didn't know what to do. He obviously couldn't say what he meant and didn't mean what he said. He was confused by their argument and its pointless nature. All he could do was stop the fight. He shook his head and licked his lips. He pondered how to make this right, and couldn't see a way out of this. "Nonetheless, my meaningless sorrow is yours. Since I can't seem to do the right thing, and I don't want to fight, maybe I should move. Or you can go..if you want. But I don't want this to end this way Alyssa. I am thankful for this relationship. I really am. I don't want to be the bad guy. So lets...I don't know. Try this another time? When we've cooled down a little I suppose." He looked around, "I don't know what else to do Alyssa. I love you but I can't fight with you. It's not in my nature."

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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

"It was my mother who told you. Lydia simply remembered it." She answered, folding her arms. "Then why do we have to talk if it doesn't matter... oh wait it actually does matter. Lying yet again. I didn't tell you because it made me feel, still does, like I'm the worse daughter in the universe. It's the reason why I sleep with someone then head off to another ship. Every time my family is brought up in a conversation or tries to talk to me, I sleep with someone and transfer to another ship. That's how it works. What happened was my mother meet him found out that we were 'in love' then had us marry. We were married for two hours. I found out that it wasn't real. He was using me to get to my parents. I filed for divorce with the help of my father. We were seventeen." She not in the mood. "We were stupid teenagers, and my family hasn't spoken of it since it happened until now. And I warned you that this was going to happen. I just didn't realize that they were going to bring up that relationship. I was the one who got hurt, and went straight into the Academy."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Semantics. It was still brought up in the same method." He groaned and rolled his eyes. "What if I told you I wasn't lying, and that I haven't ever lied to you. But you wouldn't believe me. I just wanted to know what happened is all. I empathize with you Alyssa, I really do. I know how things like that go." He sighed and slumped down into his chair, "You've read my file, you know at least that much is true." He felt his sorrow build up inside of him. He couldn't let her leave mad. He had to make this right somehow but he had no idea. "Thank you..for telling me." He lowered his head and wiped the moisture away from his eyes. Why did this always seem to happen. "I was prepared for something.." He shook his head, "But I didn't think it would come to us fighting over something that shouldn't be such a huge thing. And it isn't.." He looked up at her again, "I don't want this to be over. I will fight for this relationship. We can do this."

She was shutting down and for once she was allowing it, even though it was wrong. Her family did this every time, and she was done with it. "You're contradicting yourself. You say what happened isn't important, then you ask about it. Forcing me to tell. Then you proceed to tell me what I will and won't believe. Last I checked you weren't my father nor are you my husband. Yes, I've read your file so I know certain things to be true. That doesn't help or explain the fact that you're mad, and choosing to take it out on me. I'm sorry that my family told you, and there's nothing I can do about it." She wanted to leave, but knew he would stop her. "I don't need your pity. I've been doing perfectly fine without it. I'm not a charity case." She was trying to remain calm, but failing. She had one choice, and she was doing it. He wanted to talk, then he can talk all he wanted. She didn't need to response or give him any satisfaction. He was choosing to be mad and to take it out on her. She knew that her family was to blame, and she had every intention of making her feelings well known to them.

He sighed softly and didn't know what to do. He obviously couldn't say what he meant and didn't mean what he said. He was confused by their argument and its pointless nature. All he could do was stop the fight. He shook his head and licked his lips. He pondered how to make this right, and couldn't see a way out of this. "Nonetheless, my meaningless sorrow is yours. Since I can't seem to do the right thing, and I don't want to fight, maybe I should move. Or you can go..if you want. But I don't want this to end this way Alyssa. I am thankful for this relationship. I really am. I don't want to be the bad guy. So lets...I don't know. Try this another time? When we've cooled down a little I suppose." He looked around, "I don't know what else to do Alyssa. I love you but I can't fight with you. It's not in my nature."

"It's in every human beings nature to argue. There's probably not going to be another time because I'm not going to talk about this ever again. These are your quarters, you may do whatever you would like." She motions around her. She hated that she couldn't just sit there and be silent. Her counseling training had broken her from that. "You're not the bad guy, and my father would be upset if he got dethrone so soon. As far as I'm concerned, I'm calm and planning to use my angry against my parents. I love you too, and I'm going to fight you on this. You've chosen to open up my wound, and you have to deal with it. It's not something that you can wait on. It took me years to close that wound. So I will fight you. It's what happens when you box someone in, and there's no other way out." She was being honest, and surprised that she wasn't completely shut down yet.

||USS Fenris
||Kalen's Quarters
||TBD
||TBD

"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

"It was my mother who told you. Lydia simply remembered it." She answered, folding her arms. "Then why do we have to talk if it doesn't matter... oh wait it actually does matter. Lying yet again. I didn't tell you because it made me feel, still does, like I'm the worse daughter in the universe. It's the reason why I sleep with someone then head off to another ship. Every time my family is brought up in a conversation or tries to talk to me, I sleep with someone and transfer to another ship. That's how it works. What happened was my mother meet him found out that we were 'in love' then had us marry. We were married for two hours. I found out that it wasn't real. He was using me to get to my parents. I filed for divorce with the help of my father. We were seventeen." She not in the mood. "We were stupid teenagers, and my family hasn't spoken of it since it happened until now. And I warned you that this was going to happen. I just didn't realize that they were going to bring up that relationship. I was the one who got hurt, and went straight into the Academy."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Semantics. It was still brought up in the same method." He groaned and rolled his eyes. "What if I told you I wasn't lying, and that I haven't ever lied to you. But you wouldn't believe me. I just wanted to know what happened is all. I empathize with you Alyssa, I really do. I know how things like that go." He sighed and slumped down into his chair, "You've read my file, you know at least that much is true." He felt his sorrow build up inside of him. He couldn't let her leave mad. He had to make this right somehow but he had no idea. "Thank you..for telling me." He lowered his head and wiped the moisture away from his eyes. Why did this always seem to happen. "I was prepared for something.." He shook his head, "But I didn't think it would come to us fighting over something that shouldn't be such a huge thing. And it isn't.." He looked up at her again, "I don't want this to be over. I will fight for this relationship. We can do this."

She was shutting down and for once she was allowing it, even though it was wrong. Her family did this every time, and she was done with it. "You're contradicting yourself. You say what happened isn't important, then you ask about it. Forcing me to tell. Then you proceed to tell me what I will and won't believe. Last I checked you weren't my father nor are you my husband. Yes, I've read your file so I know certain things to be true. That doesn't help or explain the fact that you're mad, and choosing to take it out on me. I'm sorry that my family told you, and there's nothing I can do about it." She wanted to leave, but knew he would stop her. "I don't need your pity. I've been doing perfectly fine without it. I'm not a charity case." She was trying to remain calm, but failing. She had one choice, and she was doing it. He wanted to talk, then he can talk all he wanted. She didn't need to response or give him any satisfaction. He was choosing to be mad and to take it out on her. She knew that her family was to blame, and she had every intention of making her feelings well known to them.

He sighed softly and didn't know what to do. He obviously couldn't say what he meant and didn't mean what he said. He was confused by their argument and its pointless nature. All he could do was stop the fight. He shook his head and licked his lips. He pondered how to make this right, and couldn't see a way out of this. "Nonetheless, my meaningless sorrow is yours. Since I can't seem to do the right thing, and I don't want to fight, maybe I should move. Or you can go..if you want. But I don't want this to end this way Alyssa. I am thankful for this relationship. I really am. I don't want to be the bad guy. So lets...I don't know. Try this another time? When we've cooled down a little I suppose." He looked around, "I don't know what else to do Alyssa. I love you but I can't fight with you. It's not in my nature."

"It's in every human beings nature to argue. There's probably not going to be another time because I'm not going to talk about this ever again. These are your quarters, you may do whatever you would like." She motions around her. She hated that she couldn't just sit there and be silent. Her counseling training had broken her from that. "You're not the bad guy, and my father would be upset if he got dethrone so soon. As far as I'm concerned, I'm calm and planning to use my angry against my parents. I love you too, and I'm going to fight you on this. You've chosen to open up my wound, and you have to deal with it. It's not something that you can wait on. It took me years to close that wound. So I will fight you. It's what happens when you box someone in, and there's no other way out." She was being honest, and surprised that she wasn't completely shut down yet.

He nodded his head and knew what she said was true. People were argumentative. That's just how it was, and how it would likely always be. "We are confrontational. I know that." He looked over at her and wanted to touch her, stroke her hair or something. He knew that he couldn't, she had told him to stay here and so he would. "Alright, alright. We can talk about it if you want to. I don't want to hurt you. I promised I wouldn't. I didn't want to make you angry at your parents. But they perhaps deserve it to a certain extent." He smiled softly at her, " I don't want you to feel trapped. But we should get this out. After all communication is important." He laughed softly and knew that he had got what was coming to him. "Well if we're going to fight lets do it right. You're wounded, and that is unfair. I understand what happened, and why you didn't want to talk about it." He thought for a minute or two and pulled a small device out of his pocket. "Those are pictures of my parents. My crewmates. Former families, people I knew and cared for." The last picture was of her, but she would find that out for herself.

||USS Fenris
||Kalen's Quarters
||TBD
||TBD

"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

"It was my mother who told you. Lydia simply remembered it." She answered, folding her arms. "Then why do we have to talk if it doesn't matter... oh wait it actually does matter. Lying yet again. I didn't tell you because it made me feel, still does, like I'm the worse daughter in the universe. It's the reason why I sleep with someone then head off to another ship. Every time my family is brought up in a conversation or tries to talk to me, I sleep with someone and transfer to another ship. That's how it works. What happened was my mother meet him found out that we were 'in love' then had us marry. We were married for two hours. I found out that it wasn't real. He was using me to get to my parents. I filed for divorce with the help of my father. We were seventeen." She not in the mood. "We were stupid teenagers, and my family hasn't spoken of it since it happened until now. And I warned you that this was going to happen. I just didn't realize that they were going to bring up that relationship. I was the one who got hurt, and went straight into the Academy."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Semantics. It was still brought up in the same method." He groaned and rolled his eyes. "What if I told you I wasn't lying, and that I haven't ever lied to you. But you wouldn't believe me. I just wanted to know what happened is all. I empathize with you Alyssa, I really do. I know how things like that go." He sighed and slumped down into his chair, "You've read my file, you know at least that much is true." He felt his sorrow build up inside of him. He couldn't let her leave mad. He had to make this right somehow but he had no idea. "Thank you..for telling me." He lowered his head and wiped the moisture away from his eyes. Why did this always seem to happen. "I was prepared for something.." He shook his head, "But I didn't think it would come to us fighting over something that shouldn't be such a huge thing. And it isn't.." He looked up at her again, "I don't want this to be over. I will fight for this relationship. We can do this."

She was shutting down and for once she was allowing it, even though it was wrong. Her family did this every time, and she was done with it. "You're contradicting yourself. You say what happened isn't important, then you ask about it. Forcing me to tell. Then you proceed to tell me what I will and won't believe. Last I checked you weren't my father nor are you my husband. Yes, I've read your file so I know certain things to be true. That doesn't help or explain the fact that you're mad, and choosing to take it out on me. I'm sorry that my family told you, and there's nothing I can do about it." She wanted to leave, but knew he would stop her. "I don't need your pity. I've been doing perfectly fine without it. I'm not a charity case." She was trying to remain calm, but failing. She had one choice, and she was doing it. He wanted to talk, then he can talk all he wanted. She didn't need to response or give him any satisfaction. He was choosing to be mad and to take it out on her. She knew that her family was to blame, and she had every intention of making her feelings well known to them.

He sighed softly and didn't know what to do. He obviously couldn't say what he meant and didn't mean what he said. He was confused by their argument and its pointless nature. All he could do was stop the fight. He shook his head and licked his lips. He pondered how to make this right, and couldn't see a way out of this. "Nonetheless, my meaningless sorrow is yours. Since I can't seem to do the right thing, and I don't want to fight, maybe I should move. Or you can go..if you want. But I don't want this to end this way Alyssa. I am thankful for this relationship. I really am. I don't want to be the bad guy. So lets...I don't know. Try this another time? When we've cooled down a little I suppose." He looked around, "I don't know what else to do Alyssa. I love you but I can't fight with you. It's not in my nature."

"It's in every human beings nature to argue. There's probably not going to be another time because I'm not going to talk about this ever again. These are your quarters, you may do whatever you would like." She motions around her. She hated that she couldn't just sit there and be silent. Her counseling training had broken her from that. "You're not the bad guy, and my father would be upset if he got dethrone so soon. As far as I'm concerned, I'm calm and planning to use my angry against my parents. I love you too, and I'm going to fight you on this. You've chosen to open up my wound, and you have to deal with it. It's not something that you can wait on. It took me years to close that wound. So I will fight you. It's what happens when you box someone in, and there's no other way out." She was being honest, and surprised that she wasn't completely shut down yet.

He nodded his head and knew what she said was true. People were argumentative. That's just how it was, and how it would likely always be. "We are confrontational. I know that." He looked over at her and wanted to touch her, stroke her hair or something. He knew that he couldn't, she had told him to stay here and so he would. "Alright, alright. We can talk about it if you want to. I don't want to hurt you. I promised I wouldn't. I didn't want to make you angry at your parents. But they perhaps deserve it to a certain extent." He smiled softly at her, "I don't want you to feel trapped. But we should get this out. After all communication is important." He laughed softly and knew that he had got what was coming to him. "Well if we're going to fight lets do it right. You're wounded, and that is unfair. I understand what happened, and why you didn't want to talk about it." He thought for a minute or two and pulled a small device out of his pocket. "Those are pictures of my parents. My crewmates. Former families, people I knew and cared for." The last picture was of her, but she would find that out for herself.

"You sure have a funny way to communicate. Yes, I feel trapped. Nothing you hand me or say is similar is going to make me feel less trapped. Well, if you understand and know why I don't want to discuss this then explain to me why we're still discussing this?" She asked, looking through the pictures on the small device he handed him. "By the way, you've already broken that promise." She hated to say it, but it was true. She was hurting, and talking about it was only making it worse.

||USS Fenris
||Kalen's Quarters
||TBD
||TBD

"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

"It was my mother who told you. Lydia simply remembered it." She answered, folding her arms. "Then why do we have to talk if it doesn't matter... oh wait it actually does matter. Lying yet again. I didn't tell you because it made me feel, still does, like I'm the worse daughter in the universe. It's the reason why I sleep with someone then head off to another ship. Every time my family is brought up in a conversation or tries to talk to me, I sleep with someone and transfer to another ship. That's how it works. What happened was my mother meet him found out that we were 'in love' then had us marry. We were married for two hours. I found out that it wasn't real. He was using me to get to my parents. I filed for divorce with the help of my father. We were seventeen." She not in the mood. "We were stupid teenagers, and my family hasn't spoken of it since it happened until now. And I warned you that this was going to happen. I just didn't realize that they were going to bring up that relationship. I was the one who got hurt, and went straight into the Academy."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Semantics. It was still brought up in the same method." He groaned and rolled his eyes. "What if I told you I wasn't lying, and that I haven't ever lied to you. But you wouldn't believe me. I just wanted to know what happened is all. I empathize with you Alyssa, I really do. I know how things like that go." He sighed and slumped down into his chair, "You've read my file, you know at least that much is true." He felt his sorrow build up inside of him. He couldn't let her leave mad. He had to make this right somehow but he had no idea. "Thank you..for telling me." He lowered his head and wiped the moisture away from his eyes. Why did this always seem to happen. "I was prepared for something.." He shook his head, "But I didn't think it would come to us fighting over something that shouldn't be such a huge thing. And it isn't.." He looked up at her again, "I don't want this to be over. I will fight for this relationship. We can do this."

She was shutting down and for once she was allowing it, even though it was wrong. Her family did this every time, and she was done with it. "You're contradicting yourself. You say what happened isn't important, then you ask about it. Forcing me to tell. Then you proceed to tell me what I will and won't believe. Last I checked you weren't my father nor are you my husband. Yes, I've read your file so I know certain things to be true. That doesn't help or explain the fact that you're mad, and choosing to take it out on me. I'm sorry that my family told you, and there's nothing I can do about it." She wanted to leave, but knew he would stop her. "I don't need your pity. I've been doing perfectly fine without it. I'm not a charity case." She was trying to remain calm, but failing. She had one choice, and she was doing it. He wanted to talk, then he can talk all he wanted. She didn't need to response or give him any satisfaction. He was choosing to be mad and to take it out on her. She knew that her family was to blame, and she had every intention of making her feelings well known to them.

He sighed softly and didn't know what to do. He obviously couldn't say what he meant and didn't mean what he said. He was confused by their argument and its pointless nature. All he could do was stop the fight. He shook his head and licked his lips. He pondered how to make this right, and couldn't see a way out of this. "Nonetheless, my meaningless sorrow is yours. Since I can't seem to do the right thing, and I don't want to fight, maybe I should move. Or you can go..if you want. But I don't want this to end this way Alyssa. I am thankful for this relationship. I really am. I don't want to be the bad guy. So lets...I don't know. Try this another time? When we've cooled down a little I suppose." He looked around, "I don't know what else to do Alyssa. I love you but I can't fight with you. It's not in my nature."

"It's in every human beings nature to argue. There's probably not going to be another time because I'm not going to talk about this ever again. These are your quarters, you may do whatever you would like." She motions around her. She hated that she couldn't just sit there and be silent. Her counseling training had broken her from that. "You're not the bad guy, and my father would be upset if he got dethrone so soon. As far as I'm concerned, I'm calm and planning to use my angry against my parents. I love you too, and I'm going to fight you on this. You've chosen to open up my wound, and you have to deal with it. It's not something that you can wait on. It took me years to close that wound. So I will fight you. It's what happens when you box someone in, and there's no other way out." She was being honest, and surprised that she wasn't completely shut down yet.

He nodded his head and knew what she said was true. People were argumentative. That's just how it was, and how it would likely always be. "We are confrontational. I know that." He looked over at her and wanted to touch her, stroke her hair or something. He knew that he couldn't, she had told him to stay here and so he would. "Alright, alright. We can talk about it if you want to. I don't want to hurt you. I promised I wouldn't. I didn't want to make you angry at your parents. But they perhaps deserve it to a certain extent." He smiled softly at her, "I don't want you to feel trapped. But we should get this out. After all communication is important." He laughed softly and knew that he had got what was coming to him. "Well if we're going to fight lets do it right. You're wounded, and that is unfair. I understand what happened, and why you didn't want to talk about it." He thought for a minute or two and pulled a small device out of his pocket. "Those are pictures of my parents. My crewmates. Former families, people I knew and cared for." The last picture was of her, but she would find that out for herself.

"You sure have a funny way to communicate. Yes, I feel trapped. Nothing you hand me or say is similar is going to make me feel less trapped. Well, if you understand and know why I don't want to discuss this then explain to me why we're still discussing this?" She asked, looking through the pictures on the small device he handed him. "By the way, you've already broken that promise." She hated to say it, but it was true. She was hurting, and talking about it was only making it worse.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Your call I suppose." He sighed and shook his head. He knew he was going down the wrong path again. But there was nothing to stop this now. He had nothing left but the desire to see her, to be with her. He groaned and rubbed his temples. "I don't know! Why are we talking about this still? Why don't we try to get out of this cycle and talk about something else!" He was frustrated but he wasn't mad at her. He was mad at himself. And he knew why, "I know.." He sniffed and held his chin in his hand, "Didn't know what to do. Or what to say. I just..oh I don't know. I let things get out of hand."

||USS Fenris
||Kalen's Quarters
||TBD
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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

"It was my mother who told you. Lydia simply remembered it." She answered, folding her arms. "Then why do we have to talk if it doesn't matter... oh wait it actually does matter. Lying yet again. I didn't tell you because it made me feel, still does, like I'm the worse daughter in the universe. It's the reason why I sleep with someone then head off to another ship. Every time my family is brought up in a conversation or tries to talk to me, I sleep with someone and transfer to another ship. That's how it works. What happened was my mother meet him found out that we were 'in love' then had us marry. We were married for two hours. I found out that it wasn't real. He was using me to get to my parents. I filed for divorce with the help of my father. We were seventeen." She not in the mood. "We were stupid teenagers, and my family hasn't spoken of it since it happened until now. And I warned you that this was going to happen. I just didn't realize that they were going to bring up that relationship. I was the one who got hurt, and went straight into the Academy."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Semantics. It was still brought up in the same method." He groaned and rolled his eyes. "What if I told you I wasn't lying, and that I haven't ever lied to you. But you wouldn't believe me. I just wanted to know what happened is all. I empathize with you Alyssa, I really do. I know how things like that go." He sighed and slumped down into his chair, "You've read my file, you know at least that much is true." He felt his sorrow build up inside of him. He couldn't let her leave mad. He had to make this right somehow but he had no idea. "Thank you..for telling me." He lowered his head and wiped the moisture away from his eyes. Why did this always seem to happen. "I was prepared for something.." He shook his head, "But I didn't think it would come to us fighting over something that shouldn't be such a huge thing. And it isn't.." He looked up at her again, "I don't want this to be over. I will fight for this relationship. We can do this."

She was shutting down and for once she was allowing it, even though it was wrong. Her family did this every time, and she was done with it. "You're contradicting yourself. You say what happened isn't important, then you ask about it. Forcing me to tell. Then you proceed to tell me what I will and won't believe. Last I checked you weren't my father nor are you my husband. Yes, I've read your file so I know certain things to be true. That doesn't help or explain the fact that you're mad, and choosing to take it out on me. I'm sorry that my family told you, and there's nothing I can do about it." She wanted to leave, but knew he would stop her. "I don't need your pity. I've been doing perfectly fine without it. I'm not a charity case." She was trying to remain calm, but failing. She had one choice, and she was doing it. He wanted to talk, then he can talk all he wanted. She didn't need to response or give him any satisfaction. He was choosing to be mad and to take it out on her. She knew that her family was to blame, and she had every intention of making her feelings well known to them.

He sighed softly and didn't know what to do. He obviously couldn't say what he meant and didn't mean what he said. He was confused by their argument and its pointless nature. All he could do was stop the fight. He shook his head and licked his lips. He pondered how to make this right, and couldn't see a way out of this. "Nonetheless, my meaningless sorrow is yours. Since I can't seem to do the right thing, and I don't want to fight, maybe I should move. Or you can go..if you want. But I don't want this to end this way Alyssa. I am thankful for this relationship. I really am. I don't want to be the bad guy. So lets...I don't know. Try this another time? When we've cooled down a little I suppose." He looked around, "I don't know what else to do Alyssa. I love you but I can't fight with you. It's not in my nature."

"It's in every human beings nature to argue. There's probably not going to be another time because I'm not going to talk about this ever again. These are your quarters, you may do whatever you would like." She motions around her. She hated that she couldn't just sit there and be silent. Her counseling training had broken her from that. "You're not the bad guy, and my father would be upset if he got dethrone so soon. As far as I'm concerned, I'm calm and planning to use my angry against my parents. I love you too, and I'm going to fight you on this. You've chosen to open up my wound, and you have to deal with it. It's not something that you can wait on. It took me years to close that wound. So I will fight you. It's what happens when you box someone in, and there's no other way out." She was being honest, and surprised that she wasn't completely shut down yet.

He nodded his head and knew what she said was true. People were argumentative. That's just how it was, and how it would likely always be. "We are confrontational. I know that." He looked over at her and wanted to touch her, stroke her hair or something. He knew that he couldn't, she had told him to stay here and so he would. "Alright, alright. We can talk about it if you want to. I don't want to hurt you. I promised I wouldn't. I didn't want to make you angry at your parents. But they perhaps deserve it to a certain extent." He smiled softly at her, "I don't want you to feel trapped. But we should get this out. After all communication is important." He laughed softly and knew that he had got what was coming to him. "Well if we're going to fight lets do it right. You're wounded, and that is unfair. I understand what happened, and why you didn't want to talk about it." He thought for a minute or two and pulled a small device out of his pocket. "Those are pictures of my parents. My crewmates. Former families, people I knew and cared for." The last picture was of her, but she would find that out for herself.

"You sure have a funny way to communicate. Yes, I feel trapped. Nothing you hand me or say is similar is going to make me feel less trapped. Well, if you understand and know why I don't want to discuss this then explain to me why we're still discussing this?" She asked, looking through the pictures on the small device he handed him. "By the way, you've already broken that promise." She hated to say it, but it was true. She was hurting, and talking about it was only making it worse.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Your call I suppose." He sighed and shook his head. He knew he was going down the wrong path again. But there was nothing to stop this now. He had nothing left but the desire to see her, to be with her. He groaned and rubbed his temples. "I don't know! Why are we talking about this still? Why don't we try to get out of this cycle and talk about something else!" He was frustrated but he wasn't mad at her. He was mad at himself. And he knew why, "I know.." He sniffed and held his chin in his hand, "Didn't know what to do. Or what to say. I just..oh I don't know. I let things get out of hand."

"Yes, you did let it get out of hand but you're not trying to get it back." She breathed. "Do you have something else you'd rather to talk about?" She figured he was getting frustrated. She was still looking through his pictures. She was surprised at how many pictures he had, then she found the picture of her. She looked at him, then back at the picture. She was trying to remember how he got a picture of her. "Just out of curious, how did you get this picture of me?" She knew that she had helped it get out of hand, so they both needed to do something.

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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

"It was my mother who told you. Lydia simply remembered it." She answered, folding her arms. "Then why do we have to talk if it doesn't matter... oh wait it actually does matter. Lying yet again. I didn't tell you because it made me feel, still does, like I'm the worse daughter in the universe. It's the reason why I sleep with someone then head off to another ship. Every time my family is brought up in a conversation or tries to talk to me, I sleep with someone and transfer to another ship. That's how it works. What happened was my mother meet him found out that we were 'in love' then had us marry. We were married for two hours. I found out that it wasn't real. He was using me to get to my parents. I filed for divorce with the help of my father. We were seventeen." She not in the mood. "We were stupid teenagers, and my family hasn't spoken of it since it happened until now. And I warned you that this was going to happen. I just didn't realize that they were going to bring up that relationship. I was the one who got hurt, and went straight into the Academy."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Semantics. It was still brought up in the same method." He groaned and rolled his eyes. "What if I told you I wasn't lying, and that I haven't ever lied to you. But you wouldn't believe me. I just wanted to know what happened is all. I empathize with you Alyssa, I really do. I know how things like that go." He sighed and slumped down into his chair, "You've read my file, you know at least that much is true." He felt his sorrow build up inside of him. He couldn't let her leave mad. He had to make this right somehow but he had no idea. "Thank you..for telling me." He lowered his head and wiped the moisture away from his eyes. Why did this always seem to happen. "I was prepared for something.." He shook his head, "But I didn't think it would come to us fighting over something that shouldn't be such a huge thing. And it isn't.." He looked up at her again, "I don't want this to be over. I will fight for this relationship. We can do this."

She was shutting down and for once she was allowing it, even though it was wrong. Her family did this every time, and she was done with it. "You're contradicting yourself. You say what happened isn't important, then you ask about it. Forcing me to tell. Then you proceed to tell me what I will and won't believe. Last I checked you weren't my father nor are you my husband. Yes, I've read your file so I know certain things to be true. That doesn't help or explain the fact that you're mad, and choosing to take it out on me. I'm sorry that my family told you, and there's nothing I can do about it." She wanted to leave, but knew he would stop her. "I don't need your pity. I've been doing perfectly fine without it. I'm not a charity case." She was trying to remain calm, but failing. She had one choice, and she was doing it. He wanted to talk, then he can talk all he wanted. She didn't need to response or give him any satisfaction. He was choosing to be mad and to take it out on her. She knew that her family was to blame, and she had every intention of making her feelings well known to them.

He sighed softly and didn't know what to do. He obviously couldn't say what he meant and didn't mean what he said. He was confused by their argument and its pointless nature. All he could do was stop the fight. He shook his head and licked his lips. He pondered how to make this right, and couldn't see a way out of this. "Nonetheless, my meaningless sorrow is yours. Since I can't seem to do the right thing, and I don't want to fight, maybe I should move. Or you can go..if you want. But I don't want this to end this way Alyssa. I am thankful for this relationship. I really am. I don't want to be the bad guy. So lets...I don't know. Try this another time? When we've cooled down a little I suppose." He looked around, "I don't know what else to do Alyssa. I love you but I can't fight with you. It's not in my nature."

"It's in every human beings nature to argue. There's probably not going to be another time because I'm not going to talk about this ever again. These are your quarters, you may do whatever you would like." She motions around her. She hated that she couldn't just sit there and be silent. Her counseling training had broken her from that. "You're not the bad guy, and my father would be upset if he got dethrone so soon. As far as I'm concerned, I'm calm and planning to use my angry against my parents. I love you too, and I'm going to fight you on this. You've chosen to open up my wound, and you have to deal with it. It's not something that you can wait on. It took me years to close that wound. So I will fight you. It's what happens when you box someone in, and there's no other way out." She was being honest, and surprised that she wasn't completely shut down yet.

He nodded his head and knew what she said was true. People were argumentative. That's just how it was, and how it would likely always be. "We are confrontational. I know that." He looked over at her and wanted to touch her, stroke her hair or something. He knew that he couldn't, she had told him to stay here and so he would. "Alright, alright. We can talk about it if you want to. I don't want to hurt you. I promised I wouldn't. I didn't want to make you angry at your parents. But they perhaps deserve it to a certain extent." He smiled softly at her, "I don't want you to feel trapped. But we should get this out. After all communication is important." He laughed softly and knew that he had got what was coming to him. "Well if we're going to fight lets do it right. You're wounded, and that is unfair. I understand what happened, and why you didn't want to talk about it." He thought for a minute or two and pulled a small device out of his pocket. "Those are pictures of my parents. My crewmates. Former families, people I knew and cared for." The last picture was of her, but she would find that out for herself.

"You sure have a funny way to communicate. Yes, I feel trapped. Nothing you hand me or say is similar is going to make me feel less trapped. Well, if you understand and know why I don't want to discuss this then explain to me why we're still discussing this?" She asked, looking through the pictures on the small device he handed him. "By the way, you've already broken that promise." She hated to say it, but it was true. She was hurting, and talking about it was only making it worse.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Your call I suppose." He sighed and shook his head. He knew he was going down the wrong path again. But there was nothing to stop this now. He had nothing left but the desire to see her, to be with her. He groaned and rubbed his temples. "I don't know! Why are we talking about this still? Why don't we try to get out of this cycle and talk about something else!" He was frustrated but he wasn't mad at her. He was mad at himself. And he knew why, "I know.." He sniffed and held his chin in his hand, "Didn't know what to do. Or what to say. I just..oh I don't know. I let things get out of hand."

"Yes, you did let it get out of hand but you're not trying to get it back." She breathed. "Do you have something else you'd rather to talk about?" She figured he was getting frustrated. She was still looking through his pictures. She was surprised at how many pictures he had, then she found the picture of her. She looked at him, then back at the picture. She was trying to remember how he got a picture of her. "Just out of curious, how did you get this picture of me?" She knew that she had helped it get out of hand, so they both needed to do something.

He grimaced, "I don't know how. I really don't. And for that I apologize. I never was any good at this. Alyssa I don't fix things very well and if we're to continue this relationship, yes that is something I'm going to have to work very hard on. But for you, I can be a better man. I really can..but I have to learn first, and that's going to take some time. So if you can work with me on it, maybe we can help me past that." He chuckled softly as she got to her picture and smiled softly. "I took it from the public Starfleet files after I asked you out. Like I said, I keep pictures of people I care about in there. People I love."

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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

"It was my mother who told you. Lydia simply remembered it." She answered, folding her arms. "Then why do we have to talk if it doesn't matter... oh wait it actually does matter. Lying yet again. I didn't tell you because it made me feel, still does, like I'm the worse daughter in the universe. It's the reason why I sleep with someone then head off to another ship. Every time my family is brought up in a conversation or tries to talk to me, I sleep with someone and transfer to another ship. That's how it works. What happened was my mother meet him found out that we were 'in love' then had us marry. We were married for two hours. I found out that it wasn't real. He was using me to get to my parents. I filed for divorce with the help of my father. We were seventeen." She not in the mood. "We were stupid teenagers, and my family hasn't spoken of it since it happened until now. And I warned you that this was going to happen. I just didn't realize that they were going to bring up that relationship. I was the one who got hurt, and went straight into the Academy."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Semantics. It was still brought up in the same method." He groaned and rolled his eyes. "What if I told you I wasn't lying, and that I haven't ever lied to you. But you wouldn't believe me. I just wanted to know what happened is all. I empathize with you Alyssa, I really do. I know how things like that go." He sighed and slumped down into his chair, "You've read my file, you know at least that much is true." He felt his sorrow build up inside of him. He couldn't let her leave mad. He had to make this right somehow but he had no idea. "Thank you..for telling me." He lowered his head and wiped the moisture away from his eyes. Why did this always seem to happen. "I was prepared for something.." He shook his head, "But I didn't think it would come to us fighting over something that shouldn't be such a huge thing. And it isn't.." He looked up at her again, "I don't want this to be over. I will fight for this relationship. We can do this."

She was shutting down and for once she was allowing it, even though it was wrong. Her family did this every time, and she was done with it. "You're contradicting yourself. You say what happened isn't important, then you ask about it. Forcing me to tell. Then you proceed to tell me what I will and won't believe. Last I checked you weren't my father nor are you my husband. Yes, I've read your file so I know certain things to be true. That doesn't help or explain the fact that you're mad, and choosing to take it out on me. I'm sorry that my family told you, and there's nothing I can do about it." She wanted to leave, but knew he would stop her. "I don't need your pity. I've been doing perfectly fine without it. I'm not a charity case." She was trying to remain calm, but failing. She had one choice, and she was doing it. He wanted to talk, then he can talk all he wanted. She didn't need to response or give him any satisfaction. He was choosing to be mad and to take it out on her. She knew that her family was to blame, and she had every intention of making her feelings well known to them.

He sighed softly and didn't know what to do. He obviously couldn't say what he meant and didn't mean what he said. He was confused by their argument and its pointless nature. All he could do was stop the fight. He shook his head and licked his lips. He pondered how to make this right, and couldn't see a way out of this. "Nonetheless, my meaningless sorrow is yours. Since I can't seem to do the right thing, and I don't want to fight, maybe I should move. Or you can go..if you want. But I don't want this to end this way Alyssa. I am thankful for this relationship. I really am. I don't want to be the bad guy. So lets...I don't know. Try this another time? When we've cooled down a little I suppose." He looked around, "I don't know what else to do Alyssa. I love you but I can't fight with you. It's not in my nature."

"It's in every human beings nature to argue. There's probably not going to be another time because I'm not going to talk about this ever again. These are your quarters, you may do whatever you would like." She motions around her. She hated that she couldn't just sit there and be silent. Her counseling training had broken her from that. "You're not the bad guy, and my father would be upset if he got dethrone so soon. As far as I'm concerned, I'm calm and planning to use my angry against my parents. I love you too, and I'm going to fight you on this. You've chosen to open up my wound, and you have to deal with it. It's not something that you can wait on. It took me years to close that wound. So I will fight you. It's what happens when you box someone in, and there's no other way out." She was being honest, and surprised that she wasn't completely shut down yet.

He nodded his head and knew what she said was true. People were argumentative. That's just how it was, and how it would likely always be. "We are confrontational. I know that." He looked over at her and wanted to touch her, stroke her hair or something. He knew that he couldn't, she had told him to stay here and so he would. "Alright, alright. We can talk about it if you want to. I don't want to hurt you. I promised I wouldn't. I didn't want to make you angry at your parents. But they perhaps deserve it to a certain extent." He smiled softly at her, "I don't want you to feel trapped. But we should get this out. After all communication is important." He laughed softly and knew that he had got what was coming to him. "Well if we're going to fight lets do it right. You're wounded, and that is unfair. I understand what happened, and why you didn't want to talk about it." He thought for a minute or two and pulled a small device out of his pocket. "Those are pictures of my parents. My crewmates. Former families, people I knew and cared for." The last picture was of her, but she would find that out for herself.

"You sure have a funny way to communicate. Yes, I feel trapped. Nothing you hand me or say is similar is going to make me feel less trapped. Well, if you understand and know why I don't want to discuss this then explain to me why we're still discussing this?" She asked, looking through the pictures on the small device he handed him. "By the way, you've already broken that promise." She hated to say it, but it was true. She was hurting, and talking about it was only making it worse.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Your call I suppose." He sighed and shook his head. He knew he was going down the wrong path again. But there was nothing to stop this now. He had nothing left but the desire to see her, to be with her. He groaned and rubbed his temples. "I don't know! Why are we talking about this still? Why don't we try to get out of this cycle and talk about something else!" He was frustrated but he wasn't mad at her. He was mad at himself. And he knew why, "I know.." He sniffed and held his chin in his hand, "Didn't know what to do. Or what to say. I just..oh I don't know. I let things get out of hand."

"Yes, you did let it get out of hand but you're not trying to get it back." She breathed. "Do you have something else you'd rather to talk about?" She figured he was getting frustrated. She was still looking through his pictures. She was surprised at how many pictures he had, then she found the picture of her. She looked at him, then back at the picture. She was trying to remember how he got a picture of her. "Just out of curious, how did you get this picture of me?" She knew that she had helped it get out of hand, so they both needed to do something.

He grimaced, "I don't know how. I really don't. And for that I apologize. I never was any good at this. Alyssa I don't fix things very well and if we're to continue this relationship, yes that is something I'm going to have to work very hard on. But for you, I can be a better man. I really can..but I have to learn first, and that's going to take some time. So if you can work with me on it, maybe we can help me past that." He chuckled softly as she got to her picture and smiled softly. "I took it from the public Starfleet files after I asked you out. Like I said, I keep pictures of people I care about in there. People I love."

"Finding it a bit hard to believe you cared after one date. But then again, you did say the crew is your family." She smiled. "You've meet my family. How do you think it'll take before we get invited to our own wedding?" She was trying to joke. She didn't know how well it would play out. "If you're not comfortable in the chair, you can move."

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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

"It was my mother who told you. Lydia simply remembered it." She answered, folding her arms. "Then why do we have to talk if it doesn't matter... oh wait it actually does matter. Lying yet again. I didn't tell you because it made me feel, still does, like I'm the worse daughter in the universe. It's the reason why I sleep with someone then head off to another ship. Every time my family is brought up in a conversation or tries to talk to me, I sleep with someone and transfer to another ship. That's how it works. What happened was my mother meet him found out that we were 'in love' then had us marry. We were married for two hours. I found out that it wasn't real. He was using me to get to my parents. I filed for divorce with the help of my father. We were seventeen." She not in the mood. "We were stupid teenagers, and my family hasn't spoken of it since it happened until now. And I warned you that this was going to happen. I just didn't realize that they were going to bring up that relationship. I was the one who got hurt, and went straight into the Academy."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Semantics. It was still brought up in the same method." He groaned and rolled his eyes. "What if I told you I wasn't lying, and that I haven't ever lied to you. But you wouldn't believe me. I just wanted to know what happened is all. I empathize with you Alyssa, I really do. I know how things like that go." He sighed and slumped down into his chair, "You've read my file, you know at least that much is true." He felt his sorrow build up inside of him. He couldn't let her leave mad. He had to make this right somehow but he had no idea. "Thank you..for telling me." He lowered his head and wiped the moisture away from his eyes. Why did this always seem to happen. "I was prepared for something.." He shook his head, "But I didn't think it would come to us fighting over something that shouldn't be such a huge thing. And it isn't.." He looked up at her again, "I don't want this to be over. I will fight for this relationship. We can do this."

She was shutting down and for once she was allowing it, even though it was wrong. Her family did this every time, and she was done with it. "You're contradicting yourself. You say what happened isn't important, then you ask about it. Forcing me to tell. Then you proceed to tell me what I will and won't believe. Last I checked you weren't my father nor are you my husband. Yes, I've read your file so I know certain things to be true. That doesn't help or explain the fact that you're mad, and choosing to take it out on me. I'm sorry that my family told you, and there's nothing I can do about it." She wanted to leave, but knew he would stop her. "I don't need your pity. I've been doing perfectly fine without it. I'm not a charity case." She was trying to remain calm, but failing. She had one choice, and she was doing it. He wanted to talk, then he can talk all he wanted. She didn't need to response or give him any satisfaction. He was choosing to be mad and to take it out on her. She knew that her family was to blame, and she had every intention of making her feelings well known to them.

He sighed softly and didn't know what to do. He obviously couldn't say what he meant and didn't mean what he said. He was confused by their argument and its pointless nature. All he could do was stop the fight. He shook his head and licked his lips. He pondered how to make this right, and couldn't see a way out of this. "Nonetheless, my meaningless sorrow is yours. Since I can't seem to do the right thing, and I don't want to fight, maybe I should move. Or you can go..if you want. But I don't want this to end this way Alyssa. I am thankful for this relationship. I really am. I don't want to be the bad guy. So lets...I don't know. Try this another time? When we've cooled down a little I suppose." He looked around, "I don't know what else to do Alyssa. I love you but I can't fight with you. It's not in my nature."

"It's in every human beings nature to argue. There's probably not going to be another time because I'm not going to talk about this ever again. These are your quarters, you may do whatever you would like." She motions around her. She hated that she couldn't just sit there and be silent. Her counseling training had broken her from that. "You're not the bad guy, and my father would be upset if he got dethrone so soon. As far as I'm concerned, I'm calm and planning to use my angry against my parents. I love you too, and I'm going to fight you on this. You've chosen to open up my wound, and you have to deal with it. It's not something that you can wait on. It took me years to close that wound. So I will fight you. It's what happens when you box someone in, and there's no other way out." She was being honest, and surprised that she wasn't completely shut down yet.

He nodded his head and knew what she said was true. People were argumentative. That's just how it was, and how it would likely always be. "We are confrontational. I know that." He looked over at her and wanted to touch her, stroke her hair or something. He knew that he couldn't, she had told him to stay here and so he would. "Alright, alright. We can talk about it if you want to. I don't want to hurt you. I promised I wouldn't. I didn't want to make you angry at your parents. But they perhaps deserve it to a certain extent." He smiled softly at her, "I don't want you to feel trapped. But we should get this out. After all communication is important." He laughed softly and knew that he had got what was coming to him. "Well if we're going to fight lets do it right. You're wounded, and that is unfair. I understand what happened, and why you didn't want to talk about it." He thought for a minute or two and pulled a small device out of his pocket. "Those are pictures of my parents. My crewmates. Former families, people I knew and cared for." The last picture was of her, but she would find that out for herself.

"You sure have a funny way to communicate. Yes, I feel trapped. Nothing you hand me or say is similar is going to make me feel less trapped. Well, if you understand and know why I don't want to discuss this then explain to me why we're still discussing this?" She asked, looking through the pictures on the small device he handed him. "By the way, you've already broken that promise." She hated to say it, but it was true. She was hurting, and talking about it was only making it worse.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Your call I suppose." He sighed and shook his head. He knew he was going down the wrong path again. But there was nothing to stop this now. He had nothing left but the desire to see her, to be with her. He groaned and rubbed his temples. "I don't know! Why are we talking about this still? Why don't we try to get out of this cycle and talk about something else!" He was frustrated but he wasn't mad at her. He was mad at himself. And he knew why, "I know.." He sniffed and held his chin in his hand, "Didn't know what to do. Or what to say. I just..oh I don't know. I let things get out of hand."

"Yes, you did let it get out of hand but you're not trying to get it back." She breathed. "Do you have something else you'd rather to talk about?" She figured he was getting frustrated. She was still looking through his pictures. She was surprised at how many pictures he had, then she found the picture of her. She looked at him, then back at the picture. She was trying to remember how he got a picture of her. "Just out of curious, how did you get this picture of me?" She knew that she had helped it get out of hand, so they both needed to do something.

He grimaced, "I don't know how. I really don't. And for that I apologize. I never was any good at this. Alyssa I don't fix things very well and if we're to continue this relationship, yes that is something I'm going to have to work very hard on. But for you, I can be a better man. I really can..but I have to learn first, and that's going to take some time. So if you can work with me on it, maybe we can help me past that." He chuckled softly as she got to her picture and smiled softly. "I took it from the public Starfleet files after I asked you out. Like I said, I keep pictures of people I care about in there. People I love."

"Finding it a bit hard to believe you cared after one date. But then again, you did say the crew is your family." She smiled. "You've meet my family. How do you think it'll take before we get invited to our own wedding?" She was trying to joke. She didn't know how well it would play out. "If you're not comfortable in the chair, you can move."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Haven't gotten to getting everyone else in there yet but it is on my to do list. But you can believe what you want. I cared before I asked you out, but doing so just made it more of an official thing." He smiled, pondering her query for a moment, "Oh I don't know. One can hope that it won't be a terribly huge amount of time. Maybe a couple years." He grinned and shook his head, "No I'm fine, it's probably better this way. As long as you're comfortable."

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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

"It was my mother who told you. Lydia simply remembered it." She answered, folding her arms. "Then why do we have to talk if it doesn't matter... oh wait it actually does matter. Lying yet again. I didn't tell you because it made me feel, still does, like I'm the worse daughter in the universe. It's the reason why I sleep with someone then head off to another ship. Every time my family is brought up in a conversation or tries to talk to me, I sleep with someone and transfer to another ship. That's how it works. What happened was my mother meet him found out that we were 'in love' then had us marry. We were married for two hours. I found out that it wasn't real. He was using me to get to my parents. I filed for divorce with the help of my father. We were seventeen." She not in the mood. "We were stupid teenagers, and my family hasn't spoken of it since it happened until now. And I warned you that this was going to happen. I just didn't realize that they were going to bring up that relationship. I was the one who got hurt, and went straight into the Academy."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Semantics. It was still brought up in the same method." He groaned and rolled his eyes. "What if I told you I wasn't lying, and that I haven't ever lied to you. But you wouldn't believe me. I just wanted to know what happened is all. I empathize with you Alyssa, I really do. I know how things like that go." He sighed and slumped down into his chair, "You've read my file, you know at least that much is true." He felt his sorrow build up inside of him. He couldn't let her leave mad. He had to make this right somehow but he had no idea. "Thank you..for telling me." He lowered his head and wiped the moisture away from his eyes. Why did this always seem to happen. "I was prepared for something.." He shook his head, "But I didn't think it would come to us fighting over something that shouldn't be such a huge thing. And it isn't.." He looked up at her again, "I don't want this to be over. I will fight for this relationship. We can do this."

She was shutting down and for once she was allowing it, even though it was wrong. Her family did this every time, and she was done with it. "You're contradicting yourself. You say what happened isn't important, then you ask about it. Forcing me to tell. Then you proceed to tell me what I will and won't believe. Last I checked you weren't my father nor are you my husband. Yes, I've read your file so I know certain things to be true. That doesn't help or explain the fact that you're mad, and choosing to take it out on me. I'm sorry that my family told you, and there's nothing I can do about it." She wanted to leave, but knew he would stop her. "I don't need your pity. I've been doing perfectly fine without it. I'm not a charity case." She was trying to remain calm, but failing. She had one choice, and she was doing it. He wanted to talk, then he can talk all he wanted. She didn't need to response or give him any satisfaction. He was choosing to be mad and to take it out on her. She knew that her family was to blame, and she had every intention of making her feelings well known to them.

He sighed softly and didn't know what to do. He obviously couldn't say what he meant and didn't mean what he said. He was confused by their argument and its pointless nature. All he could do was stop the fight. He shook his head and licked his lips. He pondered how to make this right, and couldn't see a way out of this. "Nonetheless, my meaningless sorrow is yours. Since I can't seem to do the right thing, and I don't want to fight, maybe I should move. Or you can go..if you want. But I don't want this to end this way Alyssa. I am thankful for this relationship. I really am. I don't want to be the bad guy. So lets...I don't know. Try this another time? When we've cooled down a little I suppose." He looked around, "I don't know what else to do Alyssa. I love you but I can't fight with you. It's not in my nature."

"It's in every human beings nature to argue. There's probably not going to be another time because I'm not going to talk about this ever again. These are your quarters, you may do whatever you would like." She motions around her. She hated that she couldn't just sit there and be silent. Her counseling training had broken her from that. "You're not the bad guy, and my father would be upset if he got dethrone so soon. As far as I'm concerned, I'm calm and planning to use my angry against my parents. I love you too, and I'm going to fight you on this. You've chosen to open up my wound, and you have to deal with it. It's not something that you can wait on. It took me years to close that wound. So I will fight you. It's what happens when you box someone in, and there's no other way out." She was being honest, and surprised that she wasn't completely shut down yet.

He nodded his head and knew what she said was true. People were argumentative. That's just how it was, and how it would likely always be. "We are confrontational. I know that." He looked over at her and wanted to touch her, stroke her hair or something. He knew that he couldn't, she had told him to stay here and so he would. "Alright, alright. We can talk about it if you want to. I don't want to hurt you. I promised I wouldn't. I didn't want to make you angry at your parents. But they perhaps deserve it to a certain extent." He smiled softly at her, "I don't want you to feel trapped. But we should get this out. After all communication is important." He laughed softly and knew that he had got what was coming to him. "Well if we're going to fight lets do it right. You're wounded, and that is unfair. I understand what happened, and why you didn't want to talk about it." He thought for a minute or two and pulled a small device out of his pocket. "Those are pictures of my parents. My crewmates. Former families, people I knew and cared for." The last picture was of her, but she would find that out for herself.

"You sure have a funny way to communicate. Yes, I feel trapped. Nothing you hand me or say is similar is going to make me feel less trapped. Well, if you understand and know why I don't want to discuss this then explain to me why we're still discussing this?" She asked, looking through the pictures on the small device he handed him. "By the way, you've already broken that promise." She hated to say it, but it was true. She was hurting, and talking about it was only making it worse.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Your call I suppose." He sighed and shook his head. He knew he was going down the wrong path again. But there was nothing to stop this now. He had nothing left but the desire to see her, to be with her. He groaned and rubbed his temples. "I don't know! Why are we talking about this still? Why don't we try to get out of this cycle and talk about something else!" He was frustrated but he wasn't mad at her. He was mad at himself. And he knew why, "I know.." He sniffed and held his chin in his hand, "Didn't know what to do. Or what to say. I just..oh I don't know. I let things get out of hand."

"Yes, you did let it get out of hand but you're not trying to get it back." She breathed. "Do you have something else you'd rather to talk about?" She figured he was getting frustrated. She was still looking through his pictures. She was surprised at how many pictures he had, then she found the picture of her. She looked at him, then back at the picture. She was trying to remember how he got a picture of her. "Just out of curious, how did you get this picture of me?" She knew that she had helped it get out of hand, so they both needed to do something.

He grimaced, "I don't know how. I really don't. And for that I apologize. I never was any good at this. Alyssa I don't fix things very well and if we're to continue this relationship, yes that is something I'm going to have to work very hard on. But for you, I can be a better man. I really can..but I have to learn first, and that's going to take some time. So if you can work with me on it, maybe we can help me past that." He chuckled softly as she got to her picture and smiled softly. "I took it from the public Starfleet files after I asked you out. Like I said, I keep pictures of people I care about in there. People I love."

"Finding it a bit hard to believe you cared after one date. But then again, you did say the crew is your family." She smiled. "You've meet my family. How do you think it'll take before we get invited to our own wedding?" She was trying to joke. She didn't know how well it would play out. "If you're not comfortable in the chair, you can move."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Haven't gotten to getting everyone else in there yet but it is on my to do list. But you can believe what you want. I cared before I asked you out, but doing so just made it more of an official thing." He smiled, pondering her query for a moment, "Oh I don't know. One can hope that it won't be a terribly huge amount of time. Maybe a couple years." He grinned and shook his head, "No I'm fine, it's probably better this way. As long as you're comfortable."

"You look uncomfortable. You also look like you have something on your mind." She noted that he was telling the truth. "We can work through anything. Knowing my parents, they're probably discussing us. I don't know if my parents like you. My father approves of you, but that doesn't mean much exactly. I'm betting we'll be invited in a few months."

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||Kalen's Quarters
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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

"It was my mother who told you. Lydia simply remembered it." She answered, folding her arms. "Then why do we have to talk if it doesn't matter... oh wait it actually does matter. Lying yet again. I didn't tell you because it made me feel, still does, like I'm the worse daughter in the universe. It's the reason why I sleep with someone then head off to another ship. Every time my family is brought up in a conversation or tries to talk to me, I sleep with someone and transfer to another ship. That's how it works. What happened was my mother meet him found out that we were 'in love' then had us marry. We were married for two hours. I found out that it wasn't real. He was using me to get to my parents. I filed for divorce with the help of my father. We were seventeen." She not in the mood. "We were stupid teenagers, and my family hasn't spoken of it since it happened until now. And I warned you that this was going to happen. I just didn't realize that they were going to bring up that relationship. I was the one who got hurt, and went straight into the Academy."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Semantics. It was still brought up in the same method." He groaned and rolled his eyes. "What if I told you I wasn't lying, and that I haven't ever lied to you. But you wouldn't believe me. I just wanted to know what happened is all. I empathize with you Alyssa, I really do. I know how things like that go." He sighed and slumped down into his chair, "You've read my file, you know at least that much is true." He felt his sorrow build up inside of him. He couldn't let her leave mad. He had to make this right somehow but he had no idea. "Thank you..for telling me." He lowered his head and wiped the moisture away from his eyes. Why did this always seem to happen. "I was prepared for something.." He shook his head, "But I didn't think it would come to us fighting over something that shouldn't be such a huge thing. And it isn't.." He looked up at her again, "I don't want this to be over. I will fight for this relationship. We can do this."

She was shutting down and for once she was allowing it, even though it was wrong. Her family did this every time, and she was done with it. "You're contradicting yourself. You say what happened isn't important, then you ask about it. Forcing me to tell. Then you proceed to tell me what I will and won't believe. Last I checked you weren't my father nor are you my husband. Yes, I've read your file so I know certain things to be true. That doesn't help or explain the fact that you're mad, and choosing to take it out on me. I'm sorry that my family told you, and there's nothing I can do about it." She wanted to leave, but knew he would stop her. "I don't need your pity. I've been doing perfectly fine without it. I'm not a charity case." She was trying to remain calm, but failing. She had one choice, and she was doing it. He wanted to talk, then he can talk all he wanted. She didn't need to response or give him any satisfaction. He was choosing to be mad and to take it out on her. She knew that her family was to blame, and she had every intention of making her feelings well known to them.

He sighed softly and didn't know what to do. He obviously couldn't say what he meant and didn't mean what he said. He was confused by their argument and its pointless nature. All he could do was stop the fight. He shook his head and licked his lips. He pondered how to make this right, and couldn't see a way out of this. "Nonetheless, my meaningless sorrow is yours. Since I can't seem to do the right thing, and I don't want to fight, maybe I should move. Or you can go..if you want. But I don't want this to end this way Alyssa. I am thankful for this relationship. I really am. I don't want to be the bad guy. So lets...I don't know. Try this another time? When we've cooled down a little I suppose." He looked around, "I don't know what else to do Alyssa. I love you but I can't fight with you. It's not in my nature."

"It's in every human beings nature to argue. There's probably not going to be another time because I'm not going to talk about this ever again. These are your quarters, you may do whatever you would like." She motions around her. She hated that she couldn't just sit there and be silent. Her counseling training had broken her from that. "You're not the bad guy, and my father would be upset if he got dethrone so soon. As far as I'm concerned, I'm calm and planning to use my angry against my parents. I love you too, and I'm going to fight you on this. You've chosen to open up my wound, and you have to deal with it. It's not something that you can wait on. It took me years to close that wound. So I will fight you. It's what happens when you box someone in, and there's no other way out." She was being honest, and surprised that she wasn't completely shut down yet.

He nodded his head and knew what she said was true. People were argumentative. That's just how it was, and how it would likely always be. "We are confrontational. I know that." He looked over at her and wanted to touch her, stroke her hair or something. He knew that he couldn't, she had told him to stay here and so he would. "Alright, alright. We can talk about it if you want to. I don't want to hurt you. I promised I wouldn't. I didn't want to make you angry at your parents. But they perhaps deserve it to a certain extent." He smiled softly at her, "I don't want you to feel trapped. But we should get this out. After all communication is important." He laughed softly and knew that he had got what was coming to him. "Well if we're going to fight lets do it right. You're wounded, and that is unfair. I understand what happened, and why you didn't want to talk about it." He thought for a minute or two and pulled a small device out of his pocket. "Those are pictures of my parents. My crewmates. Former families, people I knew and cared for." The last picture was of her, but she would find that out for herself.

"You sure have a funny way to communicate. Yes, I feel trapped. Nothing you hand me or say is similar is going to make me feel less trapped. Well, if you understand and know why I don't want to discuss this then explain to me why we're still discussing this?" She asked, looking through the pictures on the small device he handed him. "By the way, you've already broken that promise." She hated to say it, but it was true. She was hurting, and talking about it was only making it worse.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Your call I suppose." He sighed and shook his head. He knew he was going down the wrong path again. But there was nothing to stop this now. He had nothing left but the desire to see her, to be with her. He groaned and rubbed his temples. "I don't know! Why are we talking about this still? Why don't we try to get out of this cycle and talk about something else!" He was frustrated but he wasn't mad at her. He was mad at himself. And he knew why, "I know.." He sniffed and held his chin in his hand, "Didn't know what to do. Or what to say. I just..oh I don't know. I let things get out of hand."

"Yes, you did let it get out of hand but you're not trying to get it back." She breathed. "Do you have something else you'd rather to talk about?" She figured he was getting frustrated. She was still looking through his pictures. She was surprised at how many pictures he had, then she found the picture of her. She looked at him, then back at the picture. She was trying to remember how he got a picture of her. "Just out of curious, how did you get this picture of me?" She knew that she had helped it get out of hand, so they both needed to do something.

He grimaced, "I don't know how. I really don't. And for that I apologize. I never was any good at this. Alyssa I don't fix things very well and if we're to continue this relationship, yes that is something I'm going to have to work very hard on. But for you, I can be a better man. I really can..but I have to learn first, and that's going to take some time. So if you can work with me on it, maybe we can help me past that." He chuckled softly as she got to her picture and smiled softly. "I took it from the public Starfleet files after I asked you out. Like I said, I keep pictures of people I care about in there. People I love."

"Finding it a bit hard to believe you cared after one date. But then again, you did say the crew is your family." She smiled. "You've meet my family. How do you think it'll take before we get invited to our own wedding?" She was trying to joke. She didn't know how well it would play out. "If you're not comfortable in the chair, you can move."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Haven't gotten to getting everyone else in there yet but it is on my to do list. But you can believe what you want. I cared before I asked you out, but doing so just made it more of an official thing." He smiled, pondering her query for a moment, "Oh I don't know. One can hope that it won't be a terribly huge amount of time. Maybe a couple years." He grinned and shook his head, "No I'm fine, it's probably better this way. As long as you're comfortable."

"You look uncomfortable. You also look like you have something on your mind." She noted that he was telling the truth. "We can work through anything. Knowing my parents, they're probably discussing us. I don't know if my parents like you. My father approves of you, but that doesn't mean much exactly. I'm betting we'll be invited in a few months."

He sighed softly and shook his head, "I am uncomfortable. Like I said, I don't like fighting. My parents fought with each other fervently if not frequently. I promised myself that when I grew up I wouldn't be like that. I can understand the usefulness of debate, and I suppose we aren't screaming at one another so that's a good thing. But I still am guilty and that pains me." He chuckled slightly, "I wouldn't doubt that in the least. I wonder what your mother thinks though, if we're to care about this." He laughed, "Well then I suppose we will have to be ready for that when it comes."

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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

"It was my mother who told you. Lydia simply remembered it." She answered, folding her arms. "Then why do we have to talk if it doesn't matter... oh wait it actually does matter. Lying yet again. I didn't tell you because it made me feel, still does, like I'm the worse daughter in the universe. It's the reason why I sleep with someone then head off to another ship. Every time my family is brought up in a conversation or tries to talk to me, I sleep with someone and transfer to another ship. That's how it works. What happened was my mother meet him found out that we were 'in love' then had us marry. We were married for two hours. I found out that it wasn't real. He was using me to get to my parents. I filed for divorce with the help of my father. We were seventeen." She not in the mood. "We were stupid teenagers, and my family hasn't spoken of it since it happened until now. And I warned you that this was going to happen. I just didn't realize that they were going to bring up that relationship. I was the one who got hurt, and went straight into the Academy."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Semantics. It was still brought up in the same method." He groaned and rolled his eyes. "What if I told you I wasn't lying, and that I haven't ever lied to you. But you wouldn't believe me. I just wanted to know what happened is all. I empathize with you Alyssa, I really do. I know how things like that go." He sighed and slumped down into his chair, "You've read my file, you know at least that much is true." He felt his sorrow build up inside of him. He couldn't let her leave mad. He had to make this right somehow but he had no idea. "Thank you..for telling me." He lowered his head and wiped the moisture away from his eyes. Why did this always seem to happen. "I was prepared for something.." He shook his head, "But I didn't think it would come to us fighting over something that shouldn't be such a huge thing. And it isn't.." He looked up at her again, "I don't want this to be over. I will fight for this relationship. We can do this."

She was shutting down and for once she was allowing it, even though it was wrong. Her family did this every time, and she was done with it. "You're contradicting yourself. You say what happened isn't important, then you ask about it. Forcing me to tell. Then you proceed to tell me what I will and won't believe. Last I checked you weren't my father nor are you my husband. Yes, I've read your file so I know certain things to be true. That doesn't help or explain the fact that you're mad, and choosing to take it out on me. I'm sorry that my family told you, and there's nothing I can do about it." She wanted to leave, but knew he would stop her. "I don't need your pity. I've been doing perfectly fine without it. I'm not a charity case." She was trying to remain calm, but failing. She had one choice, and she was doing it. He wanted to talk, then he can talk all he wanted. She didn't need to response or give him any satisfaction. He was choosing to be mad and to take it out on her. She knew that her family was to blame, and she had every intention of making her feelings well known to them.

He sighed softly and didn't know what to do. He obviously couldn't say what he meant and didn't mean what he said. He was confused by their argument and its pointless nature. All he could do was stop the fight. He shook his head and licked his lips. He pondered how to make this right, and couldn't see a way out of this. "Nonetheless, my meaningless sorrow is yours. Since I can't seem to do the right thing, and I don't want to fight, maybe I should move. Or you can go..if you want. But I don't want this to end this way Alyssa. I am thankful for this relationship. I really am. I don't want to be the bad guy. So lets...I don't know. Try this another time? When we've cooled down a little I suppose." He looked around, "I don't know what else to do Alyssa. I love you but I can't fight with you. It's not in my nature."

"It's in every human beings nature to argue. There's probably not going to be another time because I'm not going to talk about this ever again. These are your quarters, you may do whatever you would like." She motions around her. She hated that she couldn't just sit there and be silent. Her counseling training had broken her from that. "You're not the bad guy, and my father would be upset if he got dethrone so soon. As far as I'm concerned, I'm calm and planning to use my angry against my parents. I love you too, and I'm going to fight you on this. You've chosen to open up my wound, and you have to deal with it. It's not something that you can wait on. It took me years to close that wound. So I will fight you. It's what happens when you box someone in, and there's no other way out." She was being honest, and surprised that she wasn't completely shut down yet.

He nodded his head and knew what she said was true. People were argumentative. That's just how it was, and how it would likely always be. "We are confrontational. I know that." He looked over at her and wanted to touch her, stroke her hair or something. He knew that he couldn't, she had told him to stay here and so he would. "Alright, alright. We can talk about it if you want to. I don't want to hurt you. I promised I wouldn't. I didn't want to make you angry at your parents. But they perhaps deserve it to a certain extent." He smiled softly at her, "I don't want you to feel trapped. But we should get this out. After all communication is important." He laughed softly and knew that he had got what was coming to him. "Well if we're going to fight lets do it right. You're wounded, and that is unfair. I understand what happened, and why you didn't want to talk about it." He thought for a minute or two and pulled a small device out of his pocket. "Those are pictures of my parents. My crewmates. Former families, people I knew and cared for." The last picture was of her, but she would find that out for herself.

"You sure have a funny way to communicate. Yes, I feel trapped. Nothing you hand me or say is similar is going to make me feel less trapped. Well, if you understand and know why I don't want to discuss this then explain to me why we're still discussing this?" She asked, looking through the pictures on the small device he handed him. "By the way, you've already broken that promise." She hated to say it, but it was true. She was hurting, and talking about it was only making it worse.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Your call I suppose." He sighed and shook his head. He knew he was going down the wrong path again. But there was nothing to stop this now. He had nothing left but the desire to see her, to be with her. He groaned and rubbed his temples. "I don't know! Why are we talking about this still? Why don't we try to get out of this cycle and talk about something else!" He was frustrated but he wasn't mad at her. He was mad at himself. And he knew why, "I know.." He sniffed and held his chin in his hand, "Didn't know what to do. Or what to say. I just..oh I don't know. I let things get out of hand."

"Yes, you did let it get out of hand but you're not trying to get it back." She breathed. "Do you have something else you'd rather to talk about?" She figured he was getting frustrated. She was still looking through his pictures. She was surprised at how many pictures he had, then she found the picture of her. She looked at him, then back at the picture. She was trying to remember how he got a picture of her. "Just out of curious, how did you get this picture of me?" She knew that she had helped it get out of hand, so they both needed to do something.

He grimaced, "I don't know how. I really don't. And for that I apologize. I never was any good at this. Alyssa I don't fix things very well and if we're to continue this relationship, yes that is something I'm going to have to work very hard on. But for you, I can be a better man. I really can..but I have to learn first, and that's going to take some time. So if you can work with me on it, maybe we can help me past that." He chuckled softly as she got to her picture and smiled softly. "I took it from the public Starfleet files after I asked you out. Like I said, I keep pictures of people I care about in there. People I love."

"Finding it a bit hard to believe you cared after one date. But then again, you did say the crew is your family." She smiled. "You've meet my family. How do you think it'll take before we get invited to our own wedding?" She was trying to joke. She didn't know how well it would play out. "If you're not comfortable in the chair, you can move."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Haven't gotten to getting everyone else in there yet but it is on my to do list. But you can believe what you want. I cared before I asked you out, but doing so just made it more of an official thing." He smiled, pondering her query for a moment, "Oh I don't know. One can hope that it won't be a terribly huge amount of time. Maybe a couple years." He grinned and shook his head, "No I'm fine, it's probably better this way. As long as you're comfortable."

"You look uncomfortable. You also look like you have something on your mind." She noted that he was telling the truth. "We can work through anything. Knowing my parents, they're probably discussing us. I don't know if my parents like you. My father approves of you, but that doesn't mean much exactly. I'm betting we'll be invited in a few months."

He sighed softly and shook his head, "I am uncomfortable. Like I said, I don't like fighting. My parents fought with each other fervently if not frequently. I promised myself that when I grew up I wouldn't be like that. I can understand the usefulness of debate, and I suppose we aren't screaming at one another so that's a good thing. But I still am guilty and that pains me." He chuckled slightly, "I wouldn't doubt that in the least. I wonder what your mother thinks though, if we're to care about this." He laughed, "Well then I suppose we will have to be ready for that when it comes."

She laughed. "Yah. I try not to think about what my mother thinks. I can see her planning the wedding, and planning how to ruin our lives. My mother wants grandchildren. Which means that she has every intention of moving in with us. I know my father wouldn't mind having grandchildren, but he knows better than to come and live us. Well, with me and whoever I have children with." She blushed. "I get the whole parents fighting. I have rare memories of them not fighting. But I know that arguing or debating is good in a relationship. It would be weird if it never happened. I agree that it's good for us to not be yelling. I'm sorry that you're uncomfortable. There's not much I can do for that."

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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

"It was my mother who told you. Lydia simply remembered it." She answered, folding her arms. "Then why do we have to talk if it doesn't matter... oh wait it actually does matter. Lying yet again. I didn't tell you because it made me feel, still does, like I'm the worse daughter in the universe. It's the reason why I sleep with someone then head off to another ship. Every time my family is brought up in a conversation or tries to talk to me, I sleep with someone and transfer to another ship. That's how it works. What happened was my mother meet him found out that we were 'in love' then had us marry. We were married for two hours. I found out that it wasn't real. He was using me to get to my parents. I filed for divorce with the help of my father. We were seventeen." She not in the mood. "We were stupid teenagers, and my family hasn't spoken of it since it happened until now. And I warned you that this was going to happen. I just didn't realize that they were going to bring up that relationship. I was the one who got hurt, and went straight into the Academy."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Semantics. It was still brought up in the same method." He groaned and rolled his eyes. "What if I told you I wasn't lying, and that I haven't ever lied to you. But you wouldn't believe me. I just wanted to know what happened is all. I empathize with you Alyssa, I really do. I know how things like that go." He sighed and slumped down into his chair, "You've read my file, you know at least that much is true." He felt his sorrow build up inside of him. He couldn't let her leave mad. He had to make this right somehow but he had no idea. "Thank you..for telling me." He lowered his head and wiped the moisture away from his eyes. Why did this always seem to happen. "I was prepared for something.." He shook his head, "But I didn't think it would come to us fighting over something that shouldn't be such a huge thing. And it isn't.." He looked up at her again, "I don't want this to be over. I will fight for this relationship. We can do this."

She was shutting down and for once she was allowing it, even though it was wrong. Her family did this every time, and she was done with it. "You're contradicting yourself. You say what happened isn't important, then you ask about it. Forcing me to tell. Then you proceed to tell me what I will and won't believe. Last I checked you weren't my father nor are you my husband. Yes, I've read your file so I know certain things to be true. That doesn't help or explain the fact that you're mad, and choosing to take it out on me. I'm sorry that my family told you, and there's nothing I can do about it." She wanted to leave, but knew he would stop her. "I don't need your pity. I've been doing perfectly fine without it. I'm not a charity case." She was trying to remain calm, but failing. She had one choice, and she was doing it. He wanted to talk, then he can talk all he wanted. She didn't need to response or give him any satisfaction. He was choosing to be mad and to take it out on her. She knew that her family was to blame, and she had every intention of making her feelings well known to them.

He sighed softly and didn't know what to do. He obviously couldn't say what he meant and didn't mean what he said. He was confused by their argument and its pointless nature. All he could do was stop the fight. He shook his head and licked his lips. He pondered how to make this right, and couldn't see a way out of this. "Nonetheless, my meaningless sorrow is yours. Since I can't seem to do the right thing, and I don't want to fight, maybe I should move. Or you can go..if you want. But I don't want this to end this way Alyssa. I am thankful for this relationship. I really am. I don't want to be the bad guy. So lets...I don't know. Try this another time? When we've cooled down a little I suppose." He looked around, "I don't know what else to do Alyssa. I love you but I can't fight with you. It's not in my nature."

"It's in every human beings nature to argue. There's probably not going to be another time because I'm not going to talk about this ever again. These are your quarters, you may do whatever you would like." She motions around her. She hated that she couldn't just sit there and be silent. Her counseling training had broken her from that. "You're not the bad guy, and my father would be upset if he got dethrone so soon. As far as I'm concerned, I'm calm and planning to use my angry against my parents. I love you too, and I'm going to fight you on this. You've chosen to open up my wound, and you have to deal with it. It's not something that you can wait on. It took me years to close that wound. So I will fight you. It's what happens when you box someone in, and there's no other way out." She was being honest, and surprised that she wasn't completely shut down yet.

He nodded his head and knew what she said was true. People were argumentative. That's just how it was, and how it would likely always be. "We are confrontational. I know that." He looked over at her and wanted to touch her, stroke her hair or something. He knew that he couldn't, she had told him to stay here and so he would. "Alright, alright. We can talk about it if you want to. I don't want to hurt you. I promised I wouldn't. I didn't want to make you angry at your parents. But they perhaps deserve it to a certain extent." He smiled softly at her, "I don't want you to feel trapped. But we should get this out. After all communication is important." He laughed softly and knew that he had got what was coming to him. "Well if we're going to fight lets do it right. You're wounded, and that is unfair. I understand what happened, and why you didn't want to talk about it." He thought for a minute or two and pulled a small device out of his pocket. "Those are pictures of my parents. My crewmates. Former families, people I knew and cared for." The last picture was of her, but she would find that out for herself.

"You sure have a funny way to communicate. Yes, I feel trapped. Nothing you hand me or say is similar is going to make me feel less trapped. Well, if you understand and know why I don't want to discuss this then explain to me why we're still discussing this?" She asked, looking through the pictures on the small device he handed him. "By the way, you've already broken that promise." She hated to say it, but it was true. She was hurting, and talking about it was only making it worse.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Your call I suppose." He sighed and shook his head. He knew he was going down the wrong path again. But there was nothing to stop this now. He had nothing left but the desire to see her, to be with her. He groaned and rubbed his temples. "I don't know! Why are we talking about this still? Why don't we try to get out of this cycle and talk about something else!" He was frustrated but he wasn't mad at her. He was mad at himself. And he knew why, "I know.." He sniffed and held his chin in his hand, "Didn't know what to do. Or what to say. I just..oh I don't know. I let things get out of hand."

"Yes, you did let it get out of hand but you're not trying to get it back." She breathed. "Do you have something else you'd rather to talk about?" She figured he was getting frustrated. She was still looking through his pictures. She was surprised at how many pictures he had, then she found the picture of her. She looked at him, then back at the picture. She was trying to remember how he got a picture of her. "Just out of curious, how did you get this picture of me?" She knew that she had helped it get out of hand, so they both needed to do something.

He grimaced, "I don't know how. I really don't. And for that I apologize. I never was any good at this. Alyssa I don't fix things very well and if we're to continue this relationship, yes that is something I'm going to have to work very hard on. But for you, I can be a better man. I really can..but I have to learn first, and that's going to take some time. So if you can work with me on it, maybe we can help me past that." He chuckled softly as she got to her picture and smiled softly. "I took it from the public Starfleet files after I asked you out. Like I said, I keep pictures of people I care about in there. People I love."

"Finding it a bit hard to believe you cared after one date. But then again, you did say the crew is your family." She smiled. "You've meet my family. How do you think it'll take before we get invited to our own wedding?" She was trying to joke. She didn't know how well it would play out. "If you're not comfortable in the chair, you can move."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Haven't gotten to getting everyone else in there yet but it is on my to do list. But you can believe what you want. I cared before I asked you out, but doing so just made it more of an official thing." He smiled, pondering her query for a moment, "Oh I don't know. One can hope that it won't be a terribly huge amount of time. Maybe a couple years." He grinned and shook his head, "No I'm fine, it's probably better this way. As long as you're comfortable."

"You look uncomfortable. You also look like you have something on your mind." She noted that he was telling the truth. "We can work through anything. Knowing my parents, they're probably discussing us. I don't know if my parents like you. My father approves of you, but that doesn't mean much exactly. I'm betting we'll be invited in a few months."

He sighed softly and shook his head, "I am uncomfortable. Like I said, I don't like fighting. My parents fought with each other fervently if not frequently. I promised myself that when I grew up I wouldn't be like that. I can understand the usefulness of debate, and I suppose we aren't screaming at one another so that's a good thing. But I still am guilty and that pains me." He chuckled slightly, "I wouldn't doubt that in the least. I wonder what your mother thinks though, if we're to care about this." He laughed, "Well then I suppose we will have to be ready for that when it comes."

She laughed. "Yah. I try not to think about what my mother thinks. I can see her planning the wedding, and planning how to ruin our lives. My mother wants grandchildren. Which means that she has every intention of moving in with us. I know my father wouldn't mind having grandchildren, but he knows better than to come and live us. Well, with me and whoever I have children with." She blushed. "I get the whole parents fighting. I have rare memories of them not fighting. But I know that arguing or debating is good in a relationship. It would be weird if it never happened. I agree that it's good for us to not be yelling. I'm sorry that you're uncomfortable. There's not much I can do for that."

He nodded and smiled slightly, also imagining her mother planning their wedding. He pondered a moment and wondered how much fun it would be. "Well if we really want to throw a wrench in the gears, when we're ready maybe we'll just run off and elope or something. That would certainly be amusing to see your mother try to deal with. Though I don't think it would go over too terribly well. But I'm not sure I care." He grinned and thought about how awkward it would be if they had someone living with them while they were trying to have kids. "Yeah that's understandable. Perhaps if we elope we'll just stay that way and not have to deal with them." He nodded, "I can't imagine a healthy relationship where people don't argue a little. I just don't want to fight like cats and dogs, you know?" He sighed, "I know you can't. But that's alright. I'm not too worried about it. I'm just glad we're done with the fighting now. Glad to keep moving forward. I apologize for not kicking them out on my first instinct."

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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

"It was my mother who told you. Lydia simply remembered it." She answered, folding her arms. "Then why do we have to talk if it doesn't matter... oh wait it actually does matter. Lying yet again. I didn't tell you because it made me feel, still does, like I'm the worse daughter in the universe. It's the reason why I sleep with someone then head off to another ship. Every time my family is brought up in a conversation or tries to talk to me, I sleep with someone and transfer to another ship. That's how it works. What happened was my mother meet him found out that we were 'in love' then had us marry. We were married for two hours. I found out that it wasn't real. He was using me to get to my parents. I filed for divorce with the help of my father. We were seventeen." She not in the mood. "We were stupid teenagers, and my family hasn't spoken of it since it happened until now. And I warned you that this was going to happen. I just didn't realize that they were going to bring up that relationship. I was the one who got hurt, and went straight into the Academy."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Semantics. It was still brought up in the same method." He groaned and rolled his eyes. "What if I told you I wasn't lying, and that I haven't ever lied to you. But you wouldn't believe me. I just wanted to know what happened is all. I empathize with you Alyssa, I really do. I know how things like that go." He sighed and slumped down into his chair, "You've read my file, you know at least that much is true." He felt his sorrow build up inside of him. He couldn't let her leave mad. He had to make this right somehow but he had no idea. "Thank you..for telling me." He lowered his head and wiped the moisture away from his eyes. Why did this always seem to happen. "I was prepared for something.." He shook his head, "But I didn't think it would come to us fighting over something that shouldn't be such a huge thing. And it isn't.." He looked up at her again, "I don't want this to be over. I will fight for this relationship. We can do this."

She was shutting down and for once she was allowing it, even though it was wrong. Her family did this every time, and she was done with it. "You're contradicting yourself. You say what happened isn't important, then you ask about it. Forcing me to tell. Then you proceed to tell me what I will and won't believe. Last I checked you weren't my father nor are you my husband. Yes, I've read your file so I know certain things to be true. That doesn't help or explain the fact that you're mad, and choosing to take it out on me. I'm sorry that my family told you, and there's nothing I can do about it." She wanted to leave, but knew he would stop her. "I don't need your pity. I've been doing perfectly fine without it. I'm not a charity case." She was trying to remain calm, but failing. She had one choice, and she was doing it. He wanted to talk, then he can talk all he wanted. She didn't need to response or give him any satisfaction. He was choosing to be mad and to take it out on her. She knew that her family was to blame, and she had every intention of making her feelings well known to them.

He sighed softly and didn't know what to do. He obviously couldn't say what he meant and didn't mean what he said. He was confused by their argument and its pointless nature. All he could do was stop the fight. He shook his head and licked his lips. He pondered how to make this right, and couldn't see a way out of this. "Nonetheless, my meaningless sorrow is yours. Since I can't seem to do the right thing, and I don't want to fight, maybe I should move. Or you can go..if you want. But I don't want this to end this way Alyssa. I am thankful for this relationship. I really am. I don't want to be the bad guy. So lets...I don't know. Try this another time? When we've cooled down a little I suppose." He looked around, "I don't know what else to do Alyssa. I love you but I can't fight with you. It's not in my nature."

"It's in every human beings nature to argue. There's probably not going to be another time because I'm not going to talk about this ever again. These are your quarters, you may do whatever you would like." She motions around her. She hated that she couldn't just sit there and be silent. Her counseling training had broken her from that. "You're not the bad guy, and my father would be upset if he got dethrone so soon. As far as I'm concerned, I'm calm and planning to use my angry against my parents. I love you too, and I'm going to fight you on this. You've chosen to open up my wound, and you have to deal with it. It's not something that you can wait on. It took me years to close that wound. So I will fight you. It's what happens when you box someone in, and there's no other way out." She was being honest, and surprised that she wasn't completely shut down yet.

He nodded his head and knew what she said was true. People were argumentative. That's just how it was, and how it would likely always be. "We are confrontational. I know that." He looked over at her and wanted to touch her, stroke her hair or something. He knew that he couldn't, she had told him to stay here and so he would. "Alright, alright. We can talk about it if you want to. I don't want to hurt you. I promised I wouldn't. I didn't want to make you angry at your parents. But they perhaps deserve it to a certain extent." He smiled softly at her, "I don't want you to feel trapped. But we should get this out. After all communication is important." He laughed softly and knew that he had got what was coming to him. "Well if we're going to fight lets do it right. You're wounded, and that is unfair. I understand what happened, and why you didn't want to talk about it." He thought for a minute or two and pulled a small device out of his pocket. "Those are pictures of my parents. My crewmates. Former families, people I knew and cared for." The last picture was of her, but she would find that out for herself.

"You sure have a funny way to communicate. Yes, I feel trapped. Nothing you hand me or say is similar is going to make me feel less trapped. Well, if you understand and know why I don't want to discuss this then explain to me why we're still discussing this?" She asked, looking through the pictures on the small device he handed him. "By the way, you've already broken that promise." She hated to say it, but it was true. She was hurting, and talking about it was only making it worse.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Your call I suppose." He sighed and shook his head. He knew he was going down the wrong path again. But there was nothing to stop this now. He had nothing left but the desire to see her, to be with her. He groaned and rubbed his temples. "I don't know! Why are we talking about this still? Why don't we try to get out of this cycle and talk about something else!" He was frustrated but he wasn't mad at her. He was mad at himself. And he knew why, "I know.." He sniffed and held his chin in his hand, "Didn't know what to do. Or what to say. I just..oh I don't know. I let things get out of hand."

"Yes, you did let it get out of hand but you're not trying to get it back." She breathed. "Do you have something else you'd rather to talk about?" She figured he was getting frustrated. She was still looking through his pictures. She was surprised at how many pictures he had, then she found the picture of her. She looked at him, then back at the picture. She was trying to remember how he got a picture of her. "Just out of curious, how did you get this picture of me?" She knew that she had helped it get out of hand, so they both needed to do something.

He grimaced, "I don't know how. I really don't. And for that I apologize. I never was any good at this. Alyssa I don't fix things very well and if we're to continue this relationship, yes that is something I'm going to have to work very hard on. But for you, I can be a better man. I really can..but I have to learn first, and that's going to take some time. So if you can work with me on it, maybe we can help me past that." He chuckled softly as she got to her picture and smiled softly. "I took it from the public Starfleet files after I asked you out. Like I said, I keep pictures of people I care about in there. People I love."

"Finding it a bit hard to believe you cared after one date. But then again, you did say the crew is your family." She smiled. "You've meet my family. How do you think it'll take before we get invited to our own wedding?" She was trying to joke. She didn't know how well it would play out. "If you're not comfortable in the chair, you can move."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Haven't gotten to getting everyone else in there yet but it is on my to do list. But you can believe what you want. I cared before I asked you out, but doing so just made it more of an official thing." He smiled, pondering her query for a moment, "Oh I don't know. One can hope that it won't be a terribly huge amount of time. Maybe a couple years." He grinned and shook his head, "No I'm fine, it's probably better this way. As long as you're comfortable."

"You look uncomfortable. You also look like you have something on your mind." She noted that he was telling the truth. "We can work through anything. Knowing my parents, they're probably discussing us. I don't know if my parents like you. My father approves of you, but that doesn't mean much exactly. I'm betting we'll be invited in a few months."

He sighed softly and shook his head, "I am uncomfortable. Like I said, I don't like fighting. My parents fought with each other fervently if not frequently. I promised myself that when I grew up I wouldn't be like that. I can understand the usefulness of debate, and I suppose we aren't screaming at one another so that's a good thing. But I still am guilty and that pains me." He chuckled slightly, "I wouldn't doubt that in the least. I wonder what your mother thinks though, if we're to care about this." He laughed, "Well then I suppose we will have to be ready for that when it comes."

She laughed. "Yah. I try not to think about what my mother thinks. I can see her planning the wedding, and planning how to ruin our lives. My mother wants grandchildren. Which means that she has every intention of moving in with us. I know my father wouldn't mind having grandchildren, but he knows better than to come and live us. Well, with me and whoever I have children with." She blushed. "I get the whole parents fighting. I have rare memories of them not fighting. But I know that arguing or debating is good in a relationship. It would be weird if it never happened. I agree that it's good for us to not be yelling. I'm sorry that you're uncomfortable. There's not much I can do for that."

He nodded and smiled slightly, also imagining her mother planning their wedding. He pondered a moment and wondered how much fun it would be. "Well if we really want to throw a wrench in the gears, when we're ready maybe we'll just run off and elope or something. That would certainly be amusing to see your mother try to deal with. Though I don't think it would go over too terribly well. But I'm not sure I care." He grinned and thought about how awkward it would be if they had someone living with them while they were trying to have kids. "Yeah that's understandable. Perhaps if we elope we'll just stay that way and not have to deal with them." He nodded, "I can't imagine a healthy relationship where people don't argue a little. I just don't want to fight like cats and dogs, you know?" He sighed, "I know you can't. But that's alright. I'm not too worried about it. I'm just glad we're done with the fighting now. Glad to keep moving forward. I apologize for not kicking them out on my first instinct."

"You shouldn't have let them in. Don't worry. You'll learn that. Is it still elope if we have like some good friends there?" She liked that they were joking, but she had a feeling that she would have to talk about that relationship again and she didn't want to. "My mother's a cat. At least that was what she'd tell me when I was little. I was kitten, she the cat, and my father was the big watch dog. Sometimes my father was bear, but that was when my parents were being protective. They normally fight like cats and dogs. They didn't today though, which is weird. That's not as strange as them holding hands." She smiled. "I real wrench would be not getting but have children anyways. My parents wouldn't be able to handle that. Though I am curious to see how my mother would deal with us just eloping. Could we pick a different subject discuss? I'm finding it kind of awkward to be talking about marriage and children."

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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

"It was my mother who told you. Lydia simply remembered it." She answered, folding her arms. "Then why do we have to talk if it doesn't matter... oh wait it actually does matter. Lying yet again. I didn't tell you because it made me feel, still does, like I'm the worse daughter in the universe. It's the reason why I sleep with someone then head off to another ship. Every time my family is brought up in a conversation or tries to talk to me, I sleep with someone and transfer to another ship. That's how it works. What happened was my mother meet him found out that we were 'in love' then had us marry. We were married for two hours. I found out that it wasn't real. He was using me to get to my parents. I filed for divorce with the help of my father. We were seventeen." She not in the mood. "We were stupid teenagers, and my family hasn't spoken of it since it happened until now. And I warned you that this was going to happen. I just didn't realize that they were going to bring up that relationship. I was the one who got hurt, and went straight into the Academy."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Semantics. It was still brought up in the same method." He groaned and rolled his eyes. "What if I told you I wasn't lying, and that I haven't ever lied to you. But you wouldn't believe me. I just wanted to know what happened is all. I empathize with you Alyssa, I really do. I know how things like that go." He sighed and slumped down into his chair, "You've read my file, you know at least that much is true." He felt his sorrow build up inside of him. He couldn't let her leave mad. He had to make this right somehow but he had no idea. "Thank you..for telling me." He lowered his head and wiped the moisture away from his eyes. Why did this always seem to happen. "I was prepared for something.." He shook his head, "But I didn't think it would come to us fighting over something that shouldn't be such a huge thing. And it isn't.." He looked up at her again, "I don't want this to be over. I will fight for this relationship. We can do this."

She was shutting down and for once she was allowing it, even though it was wrong. Her family did this every time, and she was done with it. "You're contradicting yourself. You say what happened isn't important, then you ask about it. Forcing me to tell. Then you proceed to tell me what I will and won't believe. Last I checked you weren't my father nor are you my husband. Yes, I've read your file so I know certain things to be true. That doesn't help or explain the fact that you're mad, and choosing to take it out on me. I'm sorry that my family told you, and there's nothing I can do about it." She wanted to leave, but knew he would stop her. "I don't need your pity. I've been doing perfectly fine without it. I'm not a charity case." She was trying to remain calm, but failing. She had one choice, and she was doing it. He wanted to talk, then he can talk all he wanted. She didn't need to response or give him any satisfaction. He was choosing to be mad and to take it out on her. She knew that her family was to blame, and she had every intention of making her feelings well known to them.

He sighed softly and didn't know what to do. He obviously couldn't say what he meant and didn't mean what he said. He was confused by their argument and its pointless nature. All he could do was stop the fight. He shook his head and licked his lips. He pondered how to make this right, and couldn't see a way out of this. "Nonetheless, my meaningless sorrow is yours. Since I can't seem to do the right thing, and I don't want to fight, maybe I should move. Or you can go..if you want. But I don't want this to end this way Alyssa. I am thankful for this relationship. I really am. I don't want to be the bad guy. So lets...I don't know. Try this another time? When we've cooled down a little I suppose." He looked around, "I don't know what else to do Alyssa. I love you but I can't fight with you. It's not in my nature."

"It's in every human beings nature to argue. There's probably not going to be another time because I'm not going to talk about this ever again. These are your quarters, you may do whatever you would like." She motions around her. She hated that she couldn't just sit there and be silent. Her counseling training had broken her from that. "You're not the bad guy, and my father would be upset if he got dethrone so soon. As far as I'm concerned, I'm calm and planning to use my angry against my parents. I love you too, and I'm going to fight you on this. You've chosen to open up my wound, and you have to deal with it. It's not something that you can wait on. It took me years to close that wound. So I will fight you. It's what happens when you box someone in, and there's no other way out." She was being honest, and surprised that she wasn't completely shut down yet.

He nodded his head and knew what she said was true. People were argumentative. That's just how it was, and how it would likely always be. "We are confrontational. I know that." He looked over at her and wanted to touch her, stroke her hair or something. He knew that he couldn't, she had told him to stay here and so he would. "Alright, alright. We can talk about it if you want to. I don't want to hurt you. I promised I wouldn't. I didn't want to make you angry at your parents. But they perhaps deserve it to a certain extent." He smiled softly at her, "I don't want you to feel trapped. But we should get this out. After all communication is important." He laughed softly and knew that he had got what was coming to him. "Well if we're going to fight lets do it right. You're wounded, and that is unfair. I understand what happened, and why you didn't want to talk about it." He thought for a minute or two and pulled a small device out of his pocket. "Those are pictures of my parents. My crewmates. Former families, people I knew and cared for." The last picture was of her, but she would find that out for herself.

"You sure have a funny way to communicate. Yes, I feel trapped. Nothing you hand me or say is similar is going to make me feel less trapped. Well, if you understand and know why I don't want to discuss this then explain to me why we're still discussing this?" She asked, looking through the pictures on the small device he handed him. "By the way, you've already broken that promise." She hated to say it, but it was true. She was hurting, and talking about it was only making it worse.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Your call I suppose." He sighed and shook his head. He knew he was going down the wrong path again. But there was nothing to stop this now. He had nothing left but the desire to see her, to be with her. He groaned and rubbed his temples. "I don't know! Why are we talking about this still? Why don't we try to get out of this cycle and talk about something else!" He was frustrated but he wasn't mad at her. He was mad at himself. And he knew why, "I know.." He sniffed and held his chin in his hand, "Didn't know what to do. Or what to say. I just..oh I don't know. I let things get out of hand."

"Yes, you did let it get out of hand but you're not trying to get it back." She breathed. "Do you have something else you'd rather to talk about?" She figured he was getting frustrated. She was still looking through his pictures. She was surprised at how many pictures he had, then she found the picture of her. She looked at him, then back at the picture. She was trying to remember how he got a picture of her. "Just out of curious, how did you get this picture of me?" She knew that she had helped it get out of hand, so they both needed to do something.

He grimaced, "I don't know how. I really don't. And for that I apologize. I never was any good at this. Alyssa I don't fix things very well and if we're to continue this relationship, yes that is something I'm going to have to work very hard on. But for you, I can be a better man. I really can..but I have to learn first, and that's going to take some time. So if you can work with me on it, maybe we can help me past that." He chuckled softly as she got to her picture and smiled softly. "I took it from the public Starfleet files after I asked you out. Like I said, I keep pictures of people I care about in there. People I love."

"Finding it a bit hard to believe you cared after one date. But then again, you did say the crew is your family." She smiled. "You've meet my family. How do you think it'll take before we get invited to our own wedding?" She was trying to joke. She didn't know how well it would play out. "If you're not comfortable in the chair, you can move."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Haven't gotten to getting everyone else in there yet but it is on my to do list. But you can believe what you want. I cared before I asked you out, but doing so just made it more of an official thing." He smiled, pondering her query for a moment, "Oh I don't know. One can hope that it won't be a terribly huge amount of time. Maybe a couple years." He grinned and shook his head, "No I'm fine, it's probably better this way. As long as you're comfortable."

"You look uncomfortable. You also look like you have something on your mind." She noted that he was telling the truth. "We can work through anything. Knowing my parents, they're probably discussing us. I don't know if my parents like you. My father approves of you, but that doesn't mean much exactly. I'm betting we'll be invited in a few months."

He sighed softly and shook his head, "I am uncomfortable. Like I said, I don't like fighting. My parents fought with each other fervently if not frequently. I promised myself that when I grew up I wouldn't be like that. I can understand the usefulness of debate, and I suppose we aren't screaming at one another so that's a good thing. But I still am guilty and that pains me." He chuckled slightly, "I wouldn't doubt that in the least. I wonder what your mother thinks though, if we're to care about this." He laughed, "Well then I suppose we will have to be ready for that when it comes."

She laughed. "Yah. I try not to think about what my mother thinks. I can see her planning the wedding, and planning how to ruin our lives. My mother wants grandchildren. Which means that she has every intention of moving in with us. I know my father wouldn't mind having grandchildren, but he knows better than to come and live us. Well, with me and whoever I have children with." She blushed. "I get the whole parents fighting. I have rare memories of them not fighting. But I know that arguing or debating is good in a relationship. It would be weird if it never happened. I agree that it's good for us to not be yelling. I'm sorry that you're uncomfortable. There's not much I can do for that."

He nodded and smiled slightly, also imagining her mother planning their wedding. He pondered a moment and wondered how much fun it would be. "Well if we really want to throw a wrench in the gears, when we're ready maybe we'll just run off and elope or something. That would certainly be amusing to see your mother try to deal with. Though I don't think it would go over too terribly well. But I'm not sure I care." He grinned and thought about how awkward it would be if they had someone living with them while they were trying to have kids. "Yeah that's understandable. Perhaps if we elope we'll just stay that way and not have to deal with them." He nodded, "I can't imagine a healthy relationship where people don't argue a little. I just don't want to fight like cats and dogs, you know?" He sighed, "I know you can't. But that's alright. I'm not too worried about it. I'm just glad we're done with the fighting now. Glad to keep moving forward. I apologize for not kicking them out on my first instinct."

"You shouldn't have let them in. Don't worry. You'll learn that. Is it still elope if we have like some good friends there?" She liked that they were joking, but she had a feeling that she would have to talk about that relationship again and she didn't want to. "My mother's a cat. At least that was what she'd tell me when I was little. I was kitten, she the cat, and my father was the big watch dog. Sometimes my father was bear, but that was when my parents were being protective. They normally fight like cats and dogs. They didn't today though, which is weird. That's not as strange as them holding hands." She smiled. "I real wrench would be not getting but have children anyways. My parents wouldn't be able to handle that. Though I am curious to see how my mother would deal with us just eloping. Could we pick a different subject discuss? I'm finding it kind of awkward to be talking about marriage and children."

He nodded, "You're right I shouldn't have. But I had to try to be polite at least once, and now that I know to avoid the situation in the future I can forego civility. It's much easier that way I'm sure." He chuckled and shook his head, "I don't know. Maybe? We'll work on it some other time I'm sure." He noted her other statements about her family and smiled, "Indeed we can. I have no problems with that." He pondered for a moment or three, wondering what he should say. He was at a loss for subject topics but he smiled softly, "Perhaps we can get offship sometime and just enjoy each other's company. Other than spending time with you, very little is of import. I mean I have my duties and you have yours..but we have each other now. I see no more need for discussion unless you have something you want to talk about." He smiled at her warmly, happy to just be with her, no matter what had happened that day.

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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

"It was my mother who told you. Lydia simply remembered it." She answered, folding her arms. "Then why do we have to talk if it doesn't matter... oh wait it actually does matter. Lying yet again. I didn't tell you because it made me feel, still does, like I'm the worse daughter in the universe. It's the reason why I sleep with someone then head off to another ship. Every time my family is brought up in a conversation or tries to talk to me, I sleep with someone and transfer to another ship. That's how it works. What happened was my mother meet him found out that we were 'in love' then had us marry. We were married for two hours. I found out that it wasn't real. He was using me to get to my parents. I filed for divorce with the help of my father. We were seventeen." She not in the mood. "We were stupid teenagers, and my family hasn't spoken of it since it happened until now. And I warned you that this was going to happen. I just didn't realize that they were going to bring up that relationship. I was the one who got hurt, and went straight into the Academy."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Semantics. It was still brought up in the same method." He groaned and rolled his eyes. "What if I told you I wasn't lying, and that I haven't ever lied to you. But you wouldn't believe me. I just wanted to know what happened is all. I empathize with you Alyssa, I really do. I know how things like that go." He sighed and slumped down into his chair, "You've read my file, you know at least that much is true." He felt his sorrow build up inside of him. He couldn't let her leave mad. He had to make this right somehow but he had no idea. "Thank you..for telling me." He lowered his head and wiped the moisture away from his eyes. Why did this always seem to happen. "I was prepared for something.." He shook his head, "But I didn't think it would come to us fighting over something that shouldn't be such a huge thing. And it isn't.." He looked up at her again, "I don't want this to be over. I will fight for this relationship. We can do this."

She was shutting down and for once she was allowing it, even though it was wrong. Her family did this every time, and she was done with it. "You're contradicting yourself. You say what happened isn't important, then you ask about it. Forcing me to tell. Then you proceed to tell me what I will and won't believe. Last I checked you weren't my father nor are you my husband. Yes, I've read your file so I know certain things to be true. That doesn't help or explain the fact that you're mad, and choosing to take it out on me. I'm sorry that my family told you, and there's nothing I can do about it." She wanted to leave, but knew he would stop her. "I don't need your pity. I've been doing perfectly fine without it. I'm not a charity case." She was trying to remain calm, but failing. She had one choice, and she was doing it. He wanted to talk, then he can talk all he wanted. She didn't need to response or give him any satisfaction. He was choosing to be mad and to take it out on her. She knew that her family was to blame, and she had every intention of making her feelings well known to them.

He sighed softly and didn't know what to do. He obviously couldn't say what he meant and didn't mean what he said. He was confused by their argument and its pointless nature. All he could do was stop the fight. He shook his head and licked his lips. He pondered how to make this right, and couldn't see a way out of this. "Nonetheless, my meaningless sorrow is yours. Since I can't seem to do the right thing, and I don't want to fight, maybe I should move. Or you can go..if you want. But I don't want this to end this way Alyssa. I am thankful for this relationship. I really am. I don't want to be the bad guy. So lets...I don't know. Try this another time? When we've cooled down a little I suppose." He looked around, "I don't know what else to do Alyssa. I love you but I can't fight with you. It's not in my nature."

"It's in every human beings nature to argue. There's probably not going to be another time because I'm not going to talk about this ever again. These are your quarters, you may do whatever you would like." She motions around her. She hated that she couldn't just sit there and be silent. Her counseling training had broken her from that. "You're not the bad guy, and my father would be upset if he got dethrone so soon. As far as I'm concerned, I'm calm and planning to use my angry against my parents. I love you too, and I'm going to fight you on this. You've chosen to open up my wound, and you have to deal with it. It's not something that you can wait on. It took me years to close that wound. So I will fight you. It's what happens when you box someone in, and there's no other way out." She was being honest, and surprised that she wasn't completely shut down yet.

He nodded his head and knew what she said was true. People were argumentative. That's just how it was, and how it would likely always be. "We are confrontational. I know that." He looked over at her and wanted to touch her, stroke her hair or something. He knew that he couldn't, she had told him to stay here and so he would. "Alright, alright. We can talk about it if you want to. I don't want to hurt you. I promised I wouldn't. I didn't want to make you angry at your parents. But they perhaps deserve it to a certain extent." He smiled softly at her, "I don't want you to feel trapped. But we should get this out. After all communication is important." He laughed softly and knew that he had got what was coming to him. "Well if we're going to fight lets do it right. You're wounded, and that is unfair. I understand what happened, and why you didn't want to talk about it." He thought for a minute or two and pulled a small device out of his pocket. "Those are pictures of my parents. My crewmates. Former families, people I knew and cared for." The last picture was of her, but she would find that out for herself.

"You sure have a funny way to communicate. Yes, I feel trapped. Nothing you hand me or say is similar is going to make me feel less trapped. Well, if you understand and know why I don't want to discuss this then explain to me why we're still discussing this?" She asked, looking through the pictures on the small device he handed him. "By the way, you've already broken that promise." She hated to say it, but it was true. She was hurting, and talking about it was only making it worse.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Your call I suppose." He sighed and shook his head. He knew he was going down the wrong path again. But there was nothing to stop this now. He had nothing left but the desire to see her, to be with her. He groaned and rubbed his temples. "I don't know! Why are we talking about this still? Why don't we try to get out of this cycle and talk about something else!" He was frustrated but he wasn't mad at her. He was mad at himself. And he knew why, "I know.." He sniffed and held his chin in his hand, "Didn't know what to do. Or what to say. I just..oh I don't know. I let things get out of hand."

"Yes, you did let it get out of hand but you're not trying to get it back." She breathed. "Do you have something else you'd rather to talk about?" She figured he was getting frustrated. She was still looking through his pictures. She was surprised at how many pictures he had, then she found the picture of her. She looked at him, then back at the picture. She was trying to remember how he got a picture of her. "Just out of curious, how did you get this picture of me?" She knew that she had helped it get out of hand, so they both needed to do something.

He grimaced, "I don't know how. I really don't. And for that I apologize. I never was any good at this. Alyssa I don't fix things very well and if we're to continue this relationship, yes that is something I'm going to have to work very hard on. But for you, I can be a better man. I really can..but I have to learn first, and that's going to take some time. So if you can work with me on it, maybe we can help me past that." He chuckled softly as she got to her picture and smiled softly. "I took it from the public Starfleet files after I asked you out. Like I said, I keep pictures of people I care about in there. People I love."

"Finding it a bit hard to believe you cared after one date. But then again, you did say the crew is your family." She smiled. "You've meet my family. How do you think it'll take before we get invited to our own wedding?" She was trying to joke. She didn't know how well it would play out. "If you're not comfortable in the chair, you can move."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Haven't gotten to getting everyone else in there yet but it is on my to do list. But you can believe what you want. I cared before I asked you out, but doing so just made it more of an official thing." He smiled, pondering her query for a moment, "Oh I don't know. One can hope that it won't be a terribly huge amount of time. Maybe a couple years." He grinned and shook his head, "No I'm fine, it's probably better this way. As long as you're comfortable."

"You look uncomfortable. You also look like you have something on your mind." She noted that he was telling the truth. "We can work through anything. Knowing my parents, they're probably discussing us. I don't know if my parents like you. My father approves of you, but that doesn't mean much exactly. I'm betting we'll be invited in a few months."

He sighed softly and shook his head, "I am uncomfortable. Like I said, I don't like fighting. My parents fought with each other fervently if not frequently. I promised myself that when I grew up I wouldn't be like that. I can understand the usefulness of debate, and I suppose we aren't screaming at one another so that's a good thing. But I still am guilty and that pains me." He chuckled slightly, "I wouldn't doubt that in the least. I wonder what your mother thinks though, if we're to care about this." He laughed, "Well then I suppose we will have to be ready for that when it comes."

She laughed. "Yah. I try not to think about what my mother thinks. I can see her planning the wedding, and planning how to ruin our lives. My mother wants grandchildren. Which means that she has every intention of moving in with us. I know my father wouldn't mind having grandchildren, but he knows better than to come and live us. Well, with me and whoever I have children with." She blushed. "I get the whole parents fighting. I have rare memories of them not fighting. But I know that arguing or debating is good in a relationship. It would be weird if it never happened. I agree that it's good for us to not be yelling. I'm sorry that you're uncomfortable. There's not much I can do for that."

He nodded and smiled slightly, also imagining her mother planning their wedding. He pondered a moment and wondered how much fun it would be. "Well if we really want to throw a wrench in the gears, when we're ready maybe we'll just run off and elope or something. That would certainly be amusing to see your mother try to deal with. Though I don't think it would go over too terribly well. But I'm not sure I care." He grinned and thought about how awkward it would be if they had someone living with them while they were trying to have kids. "Yeah that's understandable. Perhaps if we elope we'll just stay that way and not have to deal with them." He nodded, "I can't imagine a healthy relationship where people don't argue a little. I just don't want to fight like cats and dogs, you know?" He sighed, "I know you can't. But that's alright. I'm not too worried about it. I'm just glad we're done with the fighting now. Glad to keep moving forward. I apologize for not kicking them out on my first instinct."

"You shouldn't have let them in. Don't worry. You'll learn that. Is it still elope if we have like some good friends there?" She liked that they were joking, but she had a feeling that she would have to talk about that relationship again and she didn't want to. "My mother's a cat. At least that was what she'd tell me when I was little. I was kitten, she the cat, and my father was the big watch dog. Sometimes my father was bear, but that was when my parents were being protective. They normally fight like cats and dogs. They didn't today though, which is weird. That's not as strange as them holding hands." She smiled. "I real wrench would be not getting but have children anyways. My parents wouldn't be able to handle that. Though I am curious to see how my mother would deal with us just eloping. Could we pick a different subject discuss? I'm finding it kind of awkward to be talking about marriage and children."

He nodded, "You're right I shouldn't have. But I had to try to be polite at least once, and now that I know to avoid the situation in the future I can forego civility. It's much easier that way I'm sure." He chuckled and shook his head, "I don't know. Maybe? We'll work on it some other time I'm sure." He noted her other statements about her family and smiled, "Indeed we can. I have no problems with that." He pondered for a moment or three, wondering what he should say. He was at a loss for subject topics but he smiled softly, "Perhaps we can get offship sometime and just enjoy each other's company. Other than spending time with you, very little is of import. I mean I have my duties and you have yours..but we have each other now. I see no more need for discussion unless you have something you want to talk about." He smiled at her warmly, happy to just be with her, no matter what had happened that day.

"To just leave. I'd love that, but we'll probably be able to do it after we get done with our current assignments. Well, actually you have a wedding after this, so we probably won't be able to do anything until after the wedding. Which my parents will still be here, and i still haven't figured out how to get the to leave." She needed to convince Darien to leave and take her parents with him. She just didn't know how to do that. "I wonder if anyone is using the holodecks? I kind of want to watch a classic movie and eat junk food. Maybe that's something we can do to celebrate the Captain's marriage. After everything you've got to go for wedding. Though I may just set it up in my quarters. Got any plans for after the wedding? Besides possibly helping me get my family off the ship."

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"Lydia's right." Alyssa spoke, shamed for not telling. "I'm sorry not tell you. And I use men for sex, which why I stopped us from having it. I want this relationship to work." She breathed, knowing that her mother probably got what she wanted because her daughter was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He shook his head and walked over to her, sitting in the chair next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and just held her, pressing his lips gently against her cheek for a moment. He didn't care about her past as much as he cared that her parents tried to use it against them. "I'm not worried about it. It was in the past, and everyone has one. Unluckily most of mine is in a file on record for most people to see. But that doesn't mean anything, Alyssa I love you. All of you, and I'm not afraid of them," He waved his hand at the recently departed family, "Or anything else. I just don't like what happened, and more importantly, how it happened." He smiled at her, and chuckled warmly, kissing her momentarily, "Well you can use me now, in the future and not have to feel like you're "using" someone." He stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her, "It will work, I know it will. So we have a bump in the road to deal with right now, but I'm not leaving and I'm not afraid to talk about it if you want to. Or not talk about it if you don't. You're everything I need, and I'm not about to let that go so easily."

She got up, walked over to the couch, and took a seat. "We're not sleeping with each other. Lying to me, isn't going to help either of us." She breathed. "You're staying over there, and I'm staying over here. Since you believe this subject to be so important, we're going to talk about it." She was annoyed that she had to talk about this, and that he was trying to sleep with her. They had just talked to her family, and he had kicked them out; which she loved but he hadn't done it soon enough.

He watched her move and shook his head, "That isn't what I meant Alyssa. I was trying to impose that I didn't care where you have been or what you've done. This is the start of us and it's important to me that we understand each other." He nodded and sat down in the chair properly now that she had left and pondered what he wanted to say. It was important for him to speak his mind, but their relationship was fragile. He didn't want to hurt her or destroy what they were building here. He had to be careful with what he said now. "I'm sorry he used you Alyssa. I really am, and I wish that I hadn't had to find out from your cousin. But what I said earlier remains true now. The past is where it should remain..behind us. But..why didn't you tell me? What happened?"

"It was my mother who told you. Lydia simply remembered it." She answered, folding her arms. "Then why do we have to talk if it doesn't matter... oh wait it actually does matter. Lying yet again. I didn't tell you because it made me feel, still does, like I'm the worse daughter in the universe. It's the reason why I sleep with someone then head off to another ship. Every time my family is brought up in a conversation or tries to talk to me, I sleep with someone and transfer to another ship. That's how it works. What happened was my mother meet him found out that we were 'in love' then had us marry. We were married for two hours. I found out that it wasn't real. He was using me to get to my parents. I filed for divorce with the help of my father. We were seventeen." She not in the mood. "We were stupid teenagers, and my family hasn't spoken of it since it happened until now. And I warned you that this was going to happen. I just didn't realize that they were going to bring up that relationship. I was the one who got hurt, and went straight into the Academy."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Semantics. It was still brought up in the same method." He groaned and rolled his eyes. "What if I told you I wasn't lying, and that I haven't ever lied to you. But you wouldn't believe me. I just wanted to know what happened is all. I empathize with you Alyssa, I really do. I know how things like that go." He sighed and slumped down into his chair, "You've read my file, you know at least that much is true." He felt his sorrow build up inside of him. He couldn't let her leave mad. He had to make this right somehow but he had no idea. "Thank you..for telling me." He lowered his head and wiped the moisture away from his eyes. Why did this always seem to happen. "I was prepared for something.." He shook his head, "But I didn't think it would come to us fighting over something that shouldn't be such a huge thing. And it isn't.." He looked up at her again, "I don't want this to be over. I will fight for this relationship. We can do this."

She was shutting down and for once she was allowing it, even though it was wrong. Her family did this every time, and she was done with it. "You're contradicting yourself. You say what happened isn't important, then you ask about it. Forcing me to tell. Then you proceed to tell me what I will and won't believe. Last I checked you weren't my father nor are you my husband. Yes, I've read your file so I know certain things to be true. That doesn't help or explain the fact that you're mad, and choosing to take it out on me. I'm sorry that my family told you, and there's nothing I can do about it." She wanted to leave, but knew he would stop her. "I don't need your pity. I've been doing perfectly fine without it. I'm not a charity case." She was trying to remain calm, but failing. She had one choice, and she was doing it. He wanted to talk, then he can talk all he wanted. She didn't need to response or give him any satisfaction. He was choosing to be mad and to take it out on her. She knew that her family was to blame, and she had every intention of making her feelings well known to them.

He sighed softly and didn't know what to do. He obviously couldn't say what he meant and didn't mean what he said. He was confused by their argument and its pointless nature. All he could do was stop the fight. He shook his head and licked his lips. He pondered how to make this right, and couldn't see a way out of this. "Nonetheless, my meaningless sorrow is yours. Since I can't seem to do the right thing, and I don't want to fight, maybe I should move. Or you can go..if you want. But I don't want this to end this way Alyssa. I am thankful for this relationship. I really am. I don't want to be the bad guy. So lets...I don't know. Try this another time? When we've cooled down a little I suppose." He looked around, "I don't know what else to do Alyssa. I love you but I can't fight with you. It's not in my nature."

"It's in every human beings nature to argue. There's probably not going to be another time because I'm not going to talk about this ever again. These are your quarters, you may do whatever you would like." She motions around her. She hated that she couldn't just sit there and be silent. Her counseling training had broken her from that. "You're not the bad guy, and my father would be upset if he got dethrone so soon. As far as I'm concerned, I'm calm and planning to use my angry against my parents. I love you too, and I'm going to fight you on this. You've chosen to open up my wound, and you have to deal with it. It's not something that you can wait on. It took me years to close that wound. So I will fight you. It's what happens when you box someone in, and there's no other way out." She was being honest, and surprised that she wasn't completely shut down yet.

He nodded his head and knew what she said was true. People were argumentative. That's just how it was, and how it would likely always be. "We are confrontational. I know that." He looked over at her and wanted to touch her, stroke her hair or something. He knew that he couldn't, she had told him to stay here and so he would. "Alright, alright. We can talk about it if you want to. I don't want to hurt you. I promised I wouldn't. I didn't want to make you angry at your parents. But they perhaps deserve it to a certain extent." He smiled softly at her, "I don't want you to feel trapped. But we should get this out. After all communication is important." He laughed softly and knew that he had got what was coming to him. "Well if we're going to fight lets do it right. You're wounded, and that is unfair. I understand what happened, and why you didn't want to talk about it." He thought for a minute or two and pulled a small device out of his pocket. "Those are pictures of my parents. My crewmates. Former families, people I knew and cared for." The last picture was of her, but she would find that out for herself.

"You sure have a funny way to communicate. Yes, I feel trapped. Nothing you hand me or say is similar is going to make me feel less trapped. Well, if you understand and know why I don't want to discuss this then explain to me why we're still discussing this?" She asked, looking through the pictures on the small device he handed him. "By the way, you've already broken that promise." She hated to say it, but it was true. She was hurting, and talking about it was only making it worse.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Your call I suppose." He sighed and shook his head. He knew he was going down the wrong path again. But there was nothing to stop this now. He had nothing left but the desire to see her, to be with her. He groaned and rubbed his temples. "I don't know! Why are we talking about this still? Why don't we try to get out of this cycle and talk about something else!" He was frustrated but he wasn't mad at her. He was mad at himself. And he knew why, "I know.." He sniffed and held his chin in his hand, "Didn't know what to do. Or what to say. I just..oh I don't know. I let things get out of hand."

"Yes, you did let it get out of hand but you're not trying to get it back." She breathed. "Do you have something else you'd rather to talk about?" She figured he was getting frustrated. She was still looking through his pictures. She was surprised at how many pictures he had, then she found the picture of her. She looked at him, then back at the picture. She was trying to remember how he got a picture of her. "Just out of curious, how did you get this picture of me?" She knew that she had helped it get out of hand, so they both needed to do something.

He grimaced, "I don't know how. I really don't. And for that I apologize. I never was any good at this. Alyssa I don't fix things very well and if we're to continue this relationship, yes that is something I'm going to have to work very hard on. But for you, I can be a better man. I really can..but I have to learn first, and that's going to take some time. So if you can work with me on it, maybe we can help me past that." He chuckled softly as she got to her picture and smiled softly. "I took it from the public Starfleet files after I asked you out. Like I said, I keep pictures of people I care about in there. People I love."

"Finding it a bit hard to believe you cared after one date. But then again, you did say the crew is your family." She smiled. "You've meet my family. How do you think it'll take before we get invited to our own wedding?" She was trying to joke. She didn't know how well it would play out. "If you're not comfortable in the chair, you can move."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Haven't gotten to getting everyone else in there yet but it is on my to do list. But you can believe what you want. I cared before I asked you out, but doing so just made it more of an official thing." He smiled, pondering her query for a moment, "Oh I don't know. One can hope that it won't be a terribly huge amount of time. Maybe a couple years." He grinned and shook his head, "No I'm fine, it's probably better this way. As long as you're comfortable."

"You look uncomfortable. You also look like you have something on your mind." She noted that he was telling the truth. "We can work through anything. Knowing my parents, they're probably discussing us. I don't know if my parents like you. My father approves of you, but that doesn't mean much exactly. I'm betting we'll be invited in a few months."

He sighed softly and shook his head, "I am uncomfortable. Like I said, I don't like fighting. My parents fought with each other fervently if not frequently. I promised myself that when I grew up I wouldn't be like that. I can understand the usefulness of debate, and I suppose we aren't screaming at one another so that's a good thing. But I still am guilty and that pains me." He chuckled slightly, "I wouldn't doubt that in the least. I wonder what your mother thinks though, if we're to care about this." He laughed, "Well then I suppose we will have to be ready for that when it comes."

She laughed. "Yah. I try not to think about what my mother thinks. I can see her planning the wedding, and planning how to ruin our lives. My mother wants grandchildren. Which means that she has every intention of moving in with us. I know my father wouldn't mind having grandchildren, but he knows better than to come and live us. Well, with me and whoever I have children with." She blushed. "I get the whole parents fighting. I have rare memories of them not fighting. But I know that arguing or debating is good in a relationship. It would be weird if it never happened. I agree that it's good for us to not be yelling. I'm sorry that you're uncomfortable. There's not much I can do for that."

He nodded and smiled slightly, also imagining her mother planning their wedding. He pondered a moment and wondered how much fun it would be. "Well if we really want to throw a wrench in the gears, when we're ready maybe we'll just run off and elope or something. That would certainly be amusing to see your mother try to deal with. Though I don't think it would go over too terribly well. But I'm not sure I care." He grinned and thought about how awkward it would be if they had someone living with them while they were trying to have kids. "Yeah that's understandable. Perhaps if we elope we'll just stay that way and not have to deal with them." He nodded, "I can't imagine a healthy relationship where people don't argue a little. I just don't want to fight like cats and dogs, you know?" He sighed, "I know you can't. But that's alright. I'm not too worried about it. I'm just glad we're done with the fighting now. Glad to keep moving forward. I apologize for not kicking them out on my first instinct."

"You shouldn't have let them in. Don't worry. You'll learn that. Is it still elope if we have like some good friends there?" She liked that they were joking, but she had a feeling that she would have to talk about that relationship again and she didn't want to. "My mother's a cat. At least that was what she'd tell me when I was little. I was kitten, she the cat, and my father was the big watch dog. Sometimes my father was bear, but that was when my parents were being protective. They normally fight like cats and dogs. They didn't today though, which is weird. That's not as strange as them holding hands." She smiled. "I real wrench would be not getting but have children anyways. My parents wouldn't be able to handle that. Though I am curious to see how my mother would deal with us just eloping. Could we pick a different subject discuss? I'm finding it kind of awkward to be talking about marriage and children."

He nodded, "You're right I shouldn't have. But I had to try to be polite at least once, and now that I know to avoid the situation in the future I can forego civility. It's much easier that way I'm sure." He chuckled and shook his head, "I don't know. Maybe? We'll work on it some other time I'm sure." He noted her other statements about her family and smiled, "Indeed we can. I have no problems with that." He pondered for a moment or three, wondering what he should say. He was at a loss for subject topics but he smiled softly, "Perhaps we can get offship sometime and just enjoy each other's company. Other than spending time with you, very little is of import. I mean I have my duties and you have yours..but we have each other now. I see no more need for discussion unless you have something you want to talk about." He smiled at her warmly, happy to just be with her, no matter what had happened that day.

"To just leave. I'd love that, but we'll probably be able to do it after we get done with our current assignments. Well, actually you have a wedding after this, so we probably won't be able to do anything until after the wedding. Which my parents will still be here, and i still haven't figured out how to get the to leave." She needed to convince Darien to leave and take her parents with him. She just didn't know how to do that. "I wonder if anyone is using the holodecks? I kind of want to watch a classic movie and eat junk food. Maybe that's something we can do to celebrate the Captain's marriage. After everything you've got to go for wedding. Though I may just set it up in my quarters. Got any plans for after the wedding? Besides possibly helping me get my family off the ship."

"I hope so. A vacation would be rather nice. Though we did have shore leave not too long ago I suppose." He smiled at her and remembered that he did indeed have an upcoming wedding to plan for. Well that certainly would be interesting. He thought about all of the things that would certainly occur. "Well we can plan something for ourselves after the wedding then." He grinned, "Oh I'm sure we can make a good effort at getting them off ship. Perhaps Darien will be an asset to us. I'm sure he can understand our troubles to a certain extent." He grinned and shook his head, "No no plans for after wedding shenanigans. Though I would encourage us to do the same. Perhaps we can even go now if you wish to." He laughed, "Oh we will accomplish this I am sure."