A little father, daughter time. (Part 1)

Posted on Sun Sep 13th, 2015 @ 3:39pm by Sergeant Amarylis Beckinsale & Jethro Vance

1,009 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Of Gods and Men
Location: Councilor's Office

Jethro had finished up his work for the day once again finding dead ends in the investigation into his daughter's death. He ran his hand through his greying hair as he looked skyward with a yawn. It had been a long day. Tate had went off to help the crew with other matters and would focus on integrating with the crew while splitting her time with Jethro and the investigation. To this point he had not heard any feedback from York or any other members of the crew reference Jennifer. She was a young ambitious officer and would do well in her career. He hoped he could find her a home here versus stuck in an office with him.

Rising from his chair slowly he would now divert his attention to his adopted daughter Amarylis whom he had woefully neglected since arriving. He had been told she was now under the care of the ship's counsellor receiving the treatment she needed after her relapse. The whole situation was very curious to Jethro and wreaked of foul play. On the surface Amarylis had some very compelling reasons to relapse, but Jethro knew better. He knew what she had fought through to get here, the demons she had fought off and her dedication to the corps. Amarylis was stronger now then she was when Jethro had first met her that fateful day in the suburbs of San Francisco. Straightening his shirt, he left the room for the counsellor's office to check in on her.

Upon his arrival, he was greeted by the counsellor's assistant whom had informed him after some very thorough questioning that Amarylis was resting in the spare office. This would allow her to detox and get some much needed sleep as she had not had a good night's sleep in almost a week. The withdrawal symptoms were harsh. Jethro remembered when he too had to help her through the initial detox. The sleepless nights, the mood swings, the seething pain, the headaches. How could this happen?

As he entered the room, seeing Amarylis laying down on the bed hooked into an IV resting peacefully. His eyes suddenly teared up as a rush of memories flooded his mind. The most prominent was when he walked into her hospital room. The nurse had asked him if he was her father. Jethro had to explain how Amarylis was a drifter and had no parents, at least none she could remember. He had found her in an alleyway sprawled out on the ground, high as a kite and soaked from the rainfall. Mascara was running down her face surrounding her bloodshot eyes as she first looked up upon them Rear Admiral Jethro Vance. She shivered as her blued lips indicated her body temperature had dropped and was nearing a hypothermic state. Jethro had only been out for a walk to clear his head. Instead he would end up wrapping the troubled teen in his overcoat and taking her to the nearest emergency room.

His daughter Alexandra had left for the academy. He was finding it hard to adjust, not seeing her every night. His little princess had grown up so fast and now she was making her own career path. Now here he was in a hospital room. Seemingly the only person in the world who cared about young Amarylis Beckinsale. His obligation to her could have ended that night. He could have left her there in that room under the care of the staff, but he knew she would find her way back to the street.

And then he would ask the nurse for her name.

"Amarylis." Jethro said softly walking slowly towards her bed placing her hand into his gently into his. Her hand was cold, just as it had been that day. He placed his other hand in her palm pressing the two together to warm hers. He smiled as he looked at her face, so peaceful that even a slight smile had formed as she slumbered. She was in a place Morat could not attack her, where the drug could not influence her. He reached up brushing his hand in her hair allowing her bangs to run through his fingers as he gently caressed the side of her face.

Amarylis' smile widened as she moaned pushing her face into his hand. Her eyes slowly opened as she awoke. "Hi daddy." she said in a tone barely more audible then a whisper.

"Hello my sweet little flower. I'm sorry I woke you." Jethro replied. "You looked very peaceful I couldn't help myself."

Amarylis giggled a little taking her hand and placing it over the one her father had still placed on her hand. She pressed her cheek closer in affection. "It's okay, I'm happy you did I really missed you."

"I know honey. I'm so sorry it took me so long to get here, but I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere." Jethro smiled leaning forward and kissing her on the forehead.

Amarylis shook her head from side to side. "No, I can't keep you here that would be selfish. You have work to do." She was too beginning to reminisce of the past. For her, the initial details were fuzzy. She remembered the Starfleet Admiral, clad in an overcoat approaching her on the streets. She had been so high at the time she could barely make out what he was saying. She remembered her clothes were soaked but the coke had already numbed her body masking the symptoms of the oncoming hypothermia. Had Jethro not found her she would most certainly have died. The journey to the hospital was even more sketchy as she had been slipping in and out of consciousness. The next thing she remembered, she awoke in a hospital room with sunlight beaming down upon her and in a chair in the corner. The Starfleet officer had remained all night, passed out on the chair fast asleep. She wondered if he had any family, a wife, kids to go home to.

To be continued....

 

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