Ad Astra :: Star Trek Fanfiction Archive ^{Beam me up, Scotty.}

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Less than 48 hours until they were scheduled to reach Earth, and Saavik hadn’t bothered to speak to her again, At this point, Maya was trying to make peace with the fact that, even though she still felt their telepathic link, whatever the two of them had was over. She kept herself busy, speaking with La’an and the social worker on Earth every day and trying to get to know her nephew. Enzo wasn’t very talkative, but enjoyed sitting in the lounge to play a game and watch the stars go by. He was especially interested in three dimensional chess, but as a beginner herself, Maya felt like a poor teacher. Saavik would have been a better teacher. Anyone would have been a better teacher.

She sat with Enzo, focusing on one of those chess games, though Maya’s spent more of her attention worrying if she was teaching her nephew correctly. Maya paused to arch her back and stretch when she saw Joanna McCoy approaching.

“Joanna!” She called as she waved Joanna over. “Please tell me you’ve come to relieve me, I think I’ve already taught him everything I know and a few things I’ve made up.”

“Glad to, but I’m really here to deliver a message. Saavik wants you to meet her in the gym. Immediately.”

Maya stood up and gasped. Her heart jumped/ “Really? What for?” She knew it was probably something dry and procedural, but she craved any kind of interaction with Saavik.

“No clue, she was cagey as hell, but you had better go.”

Maya made her way through the corridors of the Enterprise at a clipped pace and with a spring in her step. Her heart was racing and her head spinning when she reached the gym. The doors slid open, and Saavik was waiting alone, standing with her hands clasped behind her back.

“Captain.” Maya took a calming breath. “Joanna said you wanted to talk to me.”

“Yes. I had tried to deny the reality that we are, in fact, bonded, but I have recently come to a different conclusion. To accept reality as it is would be more logical.”

“Glad to hear it.” Inside Maya felt a fluttering swirl of energy, but given…everything it still didn’t feel real. “Embracing the truth usually is, but what about your husband?”

“He will have to accept the truth of our situation as well. And, as I embracing our reality, I wish to reconsider an offer that I previously refused.”

Maya stepped closer, eager but unsure what offer Saavik was talking about. “Remind me, what was that?”

“Computer, play music.” The music began, and a slow, elegant waltz filling the room.

“Oh no!” Maya gasped. “Saavik, this is all wrong. I can’t agree to this.” Her expression changed to a sly smirk. “This is a standard waltz, and I dance viennese. Computer, play The Second Waltz by Dimitri Shoshtakovich.”

The new song began, faster and bolder than the first. Maya took Saavik’s hand and led her into position.