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"Gupta says you should be well enough to be released soon," Ash says one afternoon, slipping into his usual seat at Chris's bedside.
Chris nods. It'll be a relief to finally get out of sickbay, but he's aware that his release brings up a whole new set of questions.
Sure enough, Ash continues, "Have you thought about what you're going to do after that?"
He has, a little, but as far as he can see, his options are limited. No home, no family, the few people he called friends scattered to the corners of the galaxy. The only thing he really has to hold onto is Ash.
He's getting better about using his voice, but this promises to be a long conversation so he decides it'll be easier to let his fingers do the talking. "I'm open to suggestions."
Ash frowns. "I've thought about it a lot," he says, "and the way I see it, there are two options. The first is I drop you off on some out of the way planet and let you make a life there."
"And the second?"
"You stay here. Join Section 31 and become an official part of the crew."
Going back to Earth isn't listed as an option, but Chris didn't think it would be. It doesn't really bother him, though – Earth hasn't felt like home in a long time. Nowhere does, if he's honest – the last place he felt at home was the Enterprise. After that... well, it was the same as with people. It just didn't seem worth getting attached to anything when he knew where it all ended.
This, with Ash, isn't home either, but maybe it could be. Someday. "What if I choose to stay here?"
"You'd join Section 31?" There's a hint of surprise in Ash's tone.
"Is that a problem?"
"No!" Ash blurts immediately. "Definitely not. I just wasn't sure you'd be interested. Too many grey areas, and all."
"Things change," Chris tells him. "And I know you've done a lot of good here." He frowns as something occurs to him. "This isn't just because of us?"
"Us?"
Chris gives him a frustrated look before turning back to his PADD. "Our relationship. I told you before, I don't want pity."
"It's not about that," Ash says. "I mean, yeah, I have personal reasons for wanting you to stay, but they're not the only reasons. Someone with your knowledge and experience could be a major asset here." He shrugs and adds, "To be honest, I would've recruited you years ago if I'd thought there was any chance you'd say yes."
Chris ducks his head, uncomfortable with the praise. "I'd like to stay," he admits, glancing up in time to see Ash smile.
"I'm glad," Ash says, before his smile fades. "But if you're going to be part of my crew, there are a couple of things we need to discuss."
"Such as?"
"Well, firstly, you'd be under my command, which means following my orders. Even the ones you disagree with."
"You think I'd have a problem with that?" It'll take some getting used to, admittedly, but Ash has come a long way in the past ten years, and he's a competent leader. Chris trusts him.
Ash doesn't seem to share his certainty. "You do remember how we met?" he asks, then puts on a voice, mimicking Chris. "'The chair outranks the badge, Mr Tyler.'"
"You really know how to hold a grudge," Chris tells him.
"I'm just saying it might be an issue."
"It's not the same," Chris argues. "The problem-" he nearly puts 'on Discovery', but thinks better of it "-before was that you were trying to assert authority you didn't have. You have the authority now. And trust me, I've taken orders from people I respect a lot less than I do you." He pauses, then adds, "I'd be allowed to question your orders, right? Not just follow them blindly?"
"Of course," Ash replies. "Everyone here is free to speak their mind, as long as they listen to me when it counts." He hesitates, then adds, "Though, for the record, if you're going to call me an idiot I'd rather you did it in private."
Chris snorts. "I'll keep that in mind." He frowns, thinking, and continues, "You said there were a couple of things. What's the other one?"
Ash shifts in his seat. "I'd have to give you a new identity."
Chris is startled enough to respond out loud. "What? Why?"
Ash raises his eyebrows. "I might have a lot of autonomy out here, but I do still have to report to Starfleet. You don't think me telling them I've recruited Christopher Pike is going to raise some questions? So far I've managed to keep things quiet – even most of the people here don't know who you really are. But if I start making things official, that's all going to change."
"I didn't think of that," Chris admits. The last thing he wants is for Ash to get into trouble, especially after everything he's done for him.
The thought brings up another question, though, one that should really have occurred to him sooner. "What's the official story about what happened to me?" Given the restrictions around Talos, it can't be the truth.
"That you were moved to a private facility for further treatment." Ash tilts his head, considering. "Which is actually almost true, depending on how you look at it."
More true than Starfleet knows, certainly, and Chris feels a surge of frustration that this pretence is even necessary. But as he told Ash, they shut down everything involving Discovery for a reason, and it would be both selfish and hypocritical to demand that the law be changed just because it's no longer convenient to him.
These are the cards he's been dealt, and he'll just have to play them as best he can. "So you want to give me a new name?"
"Well, Christopher's common enough, you can probably keep that. It's your last name that's the issue."
Chris lets his PADD fall into his lap, thinking. He likes his name. But then, he supposes, there are still women – and men – who change their last name upon getting married, and this can't be that different. It'll be an adjustment, sure, but everything about this situation has been an adjustment. If this is the price he has to pay to stay in Starfleet, to stay here, then so be it.
He picks up the PADD again, decision made. "My grandfather's name was Matthew. What about Christopher Matthews?"
"I like it," Ash tells him, before his expression softens. "Are you sure you're okay with all of this?"
Chris nods. It might not be the choice he'd make if things were different, but things aren't different. And here and now, with the options available to him, he can't imagine choosing anything else.
Ash smiles briefly, his eyes warm. "Well then, Specialist Matthews," he says. "Welcome aboard."