The station office was simple, clean, mostly empty, and very much not lived in yet. Tiara thought it was a bit sterile, but she may have a little time to wear it in while she was stationed on DS13. Until that happened, the best she could do would be the various trinkets and gifts she brought with her to color the shelves and clutter her deskâs edge.
There was the standard âbeepâ that announced the arrival of her patient, Johnathon Traise was at the door.
Tiara Nazer raised her voice, âCome in.â
The door slid open and he marched in, his motions not skittish but still far from comfortable, Nazer put her PADD to one side, coming to her feet. âCaptain Traise.â
His mouth opened and closed, his emotions jumping at the title. For the betazoid, it was obvious to see. âDr. Nazer, thank you again.â
The womanâs lips pursed, âFor ⌠agreeing to see you?â
John looked around, wondering if he should sit or stand, âYeah, well, you know this being something I should do. Sierra speaks highly of you and Ilana always held you in high regard. I figured, they know- errâŚâ
He stumbled.
âThey knew⌠you uh, understand what⌠I mean.â
Flicking through a separate pile of PADDs for a fresh one, Nazer spoke calmly. âI appreciate that, Captain, thank you. I try my best. Please, have a seat. Wherever youâre comfortable.â
He chose a spot on the soft looking sofa against the wall. Forearms draped across his legs, a slight hunch in his back.
Collecting a new PADD, flicking through its contents as she walked herself over, Dr Nazer took the armchair opposed. She looked up at John.
He was staring ahead a little at the floor, his emotions werenât riled but were definitely convoluted.
Finally she set the PADD inclined in her lap, âSo.â Her smile was half-sympathetic, half-encouraging. âHow are you doing?â
âAs well as can be expected?â
âYes?â
âI donât know, Iâd say âgoodâ but⌠I know I would be lying, you know?â
âHow have you been filling your days?â
âWell, I had leave planet-side, back on Earth for three months. Stayed with my parents. I fiddled about with a garden for a bit. But, since Iâve been back on ship, I just have been keeping myself busy with what I can. Not my hobbies, but, you know, things. Things that need to get done.â There was a pause as he thought, âIlana and I had been living together for about three years, a lot of things needed to get sorted out. But, I donât know, it feels weird wandering the halls without my duties.â
Dr. Nazer gave a little nod, âItâs a process. How are you sleeping?â
Johnathon Traise twinged, his emotions flared. âOverall? Not well,â he said shaking is head.
âCanât fall asleep or not sleeping through the night?â
âThere are good nights, and bad, but⌠yeah, for the most part it is hard falling asleep. Occasionally I wake up and get that brief moment of unawareness, you know? Like, itâs just another day for a moment before things fall back into place.â
âWhere youâve forgotten it happened, you mean?
Traise nodded.
âI understand.â
John tried at a desperate attempt to change subjects, "But, I donât know, I think Iâve lived too long on a starship. When I do fall asleep on the Albion I donât wake up as much. The hum. You know?
âIâve been told. I found it a bit distracting myself, when I was posted aboard the Edison.â There was another flair of emotions that Tiara detected when he spoke about starships. Distinctly regret. She tilted her head just a little, âHave you been able to talk to anyone about what happened?â
Traise nodded, but then wrinkled a brow. Shaking his head, âYes, and no. My parents, a few others who werenât there. After all, a lot of my friends are Argo or are on my bridge. But⌠I talk about what happened but I donâtâŚâ there was a stutter to his thoughts, âI⌠donât ⌠I find it hard to talk about some parts.â
âI can imagine.â
âI tried talking about it with my folks but, they didnât get it. The only person Iâve really been able to say anything about it to is Sierra. Itâs like, I donât mind talking about what happened⌠the mechanics. The Borg. The mission, what parts I am authorized to talk about. What went wrong. What I did.â
At this point he stood up and started pacing the length of the sofa, Tiara tracked his progress, âBut when it comes to the end. I can say what happened, I can⌠say what she did. But, I canâtâŚâ Johnathonâs voice stopped, he was a beacon of strong feelings of shame.
After a moment Tiara prompted for more, âCanât what?â
âI just canât find the words to say how fâed up.â
The swear was uncharacteristic and he noticeably began to well up.
âI should have stayed. I shouldnât⌠I shouldnât have just walked away. I just, cracked, like a child.â
âNot like a child. Like a person, Captain. It happens to all of us.â
âNo, it was childish,â he wiped his cheek with his sleeve, âI was beaten, I didnât want to play anymore. I ran to my room to cry. They didnât deserve that: my crew, IlanaâŚâ
Tiara watched him, âPerhaps not.â
The man tried taking deep breaths, it usually helped calm him down, âItâs like, now, I finally get this chance. This chance not to show a face, a facade. And I still find myself trying to, trying to hide. I mean, I should face this, I know I am suffering from depression, it makes sense to me and it is logical. But, I just canât⌠say it to anyone. I donât, want to make it worse.â
â⌠make what worse?â
âEverything,â he flopped his hands out, âNothing⌠I donât know.â
She said nothing, encouraging him to go on with her silence.
âItâs⌠itâs like, I built up to this. For years in command. Everyone looking to me, which I was okay with. Hell, I reveled in it. I was good at it, at least, I thought so. And I built it up and up and now I fail, spectacularly I might add, and they still look to me.
âAnd⌠I donât want it. I donât want them to see,â he rubbed his bare chin.
âAnd yet, youâve returned to your post.â
âNo, Sierra convinced me to come back aboard to ship. There is a difference,â he almost sounded insulted that she didnât notice the distinction, his emotions on the matter were clear however. They were acting in defense of Sierra and her post, âSheâs still in command.â
The good doctor said nothing, let him chew it.
âWell, no, you are right. I came back, in a sense. That means I do want to⌠ButâŚâ His emotions suddenly became convoluted again, regret rearing strongly, âI donât know what I want.â There was silence before he spoke again, âYou know⌠I actually considered retiring? A little over a year ago. Pretty seriously too, me and Ilana.â
âBecause?
âI wanted to start a family. Planetside. I mean, if this was 40 years ago perhaps raising a family on a Federation ship would be safer butâŚâ
Tiara nodded in understanding.
âAll these wars⌠one ends, two begin. I thought, it would be a good idea, Ilana and I settling down somewhere nice and quaint. I didnât tell many people I was thinking about it. Talked with Quaen, she was good help. Thatâs Skyler Quaen, the Commander⌠Iâm not sure if you know her?â
The doctor gave a slight indication that they were aware of the person, but it was more or less to show that he could go on and finish the real thought he had. He sat back down on the lounger.
âI donât know, some part of me really⌠just wants to explore. To know.â
âYour humanity, I imagine.â
âI knew if I settled down I would still be looking up saying âwhat if?â Do betazoids get that? Restless feet as it were?â he looked up at her.
Nazer pursed her lips again. "Theyâre certainly capable of it. I imagine most sentients are, honestly.â
âI always expected it to be something with Community when it came to betazoids, no offense. Surround themselves with good people, no matter the type.â
Tiaraâs head tilted a little. âDepends on the betazoid. Some will find good people to be around, others find less savory sorts so they look better in comparison.â
John snickered briefly before he drifted back off, his thoughts returning to retirement and the regret that was folded over in the feeling. âIt was Ilana. She was the one who ended up talking me out of it.â
âWhat was her reasoning?â
"She knew I would be bored,â Traise smiled, âShe said that I would always be wondering, and while happy I probably would never get a chance like we had. Not many people can dance among the stars, you know? But, now, after all that has happened. I canât help but think⌠if we had settled down, she would still-â he rubbed a hand through his hair, âI canât help but question the choice.â
âItâs normal, you know,â she turned that phrase back on him, âNo matter what path you go down, you will always be struck by the uncertainty of the other option.â
He listened, taking slow deep breaths. Finally, he decided to pry, âI understand youâre not married, are you seeing anyone in Starfleet?â
She nodded, the slightest hint of a blush trained well enough not to show visibly, âI am.â
âIf you donât mind me prying, have you two ever talked about this? Well, not this, but⌠if something happened?â
Nazerâs tone was measured in response. âWe havenât, no. WeâreâŚâ she considered and almost almost chuckled. "It seems so new sometimes, still, the two of us. Heâs in MACO though, so it is not as if I have never considered the possibility that he wonât come back some day.â
âIf ⌠you were here. What would you say to you if something did happen. Youâve seen this a lot, Iâm not your first griever Iâm sure. But, what would you say to you?â
âI would sayâŚâ there was the pause only honesty can accrue, â⌠that Iâm sorry. And that I know it seems hard, if not completely impossible, that you will ever feel differently from what you do now. I would tell myself to take all the time I need to remember what we had."
Thinking on this, his emotions calmed.
âAnd I would tell myself to remember that there is no way in heaven or hell that Tom would be pleased to know that I might be refusing to move on without him.â
John lowers his eyes to his shoes his thoughts focusing on that idea.
There was another gesture of a tilted head of inquiry. âSurely Ilana would say something similar to you.â
âIs it bad that I donât want to hear it?â he looked up at Tiara.
âNo, not bad. Itâs an emotional response, it canât be good or bad. Itâs what you do with what you feel thatâs important.â
The betazoid was pleased that she could tell he was feeling relieved by this.
âI understand that you feel like you donât want to consider a life without her. And ⌠that is an option you have, certainly.â
John shook his head, âNo, that⌠I may be shooken up but I still know that would be unhealthy.â
âNo?â Tiara chuckled just a little, âWell, I didnât say it was the ideal one.â
âI may have done a lot with my life for only being thirty but, Iâm not ready to give up on whatever I have left of it. If I never let go-â his thought abruptly shifted subjects and his brow furrowed, âYou know thatâs what makes me the maddest about all this?â
âWhat, exactly?â
âI know what I should be doing, and part of me wants to get better. But⌠I want to try, but⌠I donât. Itâs like some part of me wants to stay in this feeling of⌠pain. I know what I should be doing, that I should pick myself up but I donât want to. I donât want to do anything.â
Dr. Nazer exhaled a small breath, "You have to give it time. The more⌠you commit to new things and continue to go on with your life, I believe youâll start to have less days where you donât feel like doing anything.â
Traise took his breaths, thinking on the concept, âIs that my homework?â he hazarded a smile. It was a little hollow, another shell and face to play proud.
âIf you like. Are you good at homework?â
âTerrible actually. I did spend six years at the Academy for a reason,â he chuckled.
Nazerâs lips pulled to one side. "Ah, well. Some people do really well with concrete assignments. Giving themselves a small victory every day.â
âWhatâs stopping someone from doing one thing and then being so pleased with themselves they donât do any more?â he offered in a moment of brief introspection.
âI think that⌠at the beginning, itâs okay to only do one thing per day. Itâs not just one little victory, then youâre done. Itâs repeating that victory every day.â
âWell, I can try it. At least, trying something new.â
Nazer inclined her head, adding hopefully, âWorth a shot.â
Traise brushed off his pants, and checks his cheeks for dried salt. âI assume then next time we meet I should have a paper on it? Or at the very least a short description?â
She chuckled. âNot necessary. If you lie about completing it, Iâll know, without a paper.â
âOh trust me, I learned pretty early on that lying to a betazoid never goes well.â He stood up, ready to go out again, âThank you, Doctor.â
âYouâre welcome, Captain. Thank you for coming.â
As he left she looked down at her lap and mused, she never wrote anything down in that PADD after all.