T'fara's new husband
. . 2328 . . .
. . . Colo . . .
The Stargate at Stargata was buried just as I had requested before putting in my resignation years ago. It had been years since I had seen T'fara and I couldn't force myself to send her a message. Besides, I left that to John-Luc. It was. . . enstrangement. There was a significant void in my heart left behind from Jessie.
I was trimming a plant when John-Luc came.
"Quarty, did you hear that T'far just got married?" John-Luc asked.
"I just did," I said. "Let me guess . . . Robby died."
"He passed away twenty-eight years ago," John-Luc said. "She has been dating a man since 2323 who was fresh out of the academy."
I turned around with a surprised look.
"And what is his rank?" I asked.
"He is a Lieutenant Commander, a helm officer, for the USS Tiger." John-Luc said.
I gave a chuckle.
"Hah, that outta be a funny story." I said.
"And he is a human." John-Luc added.
I am one hundred fifty two years old.
"I am not surprised," I said. "She gets that from her mother."
John-Luc and I had a silent-agreement about me seeing T'fara. He had seen the memories and the pain. He had seen it all. He had seen my emotions when I saw T'fara on the screen again. She reminded me of the lost granddaughter who'll never grow to an old woman and have grandchildren of her own.
"What should we get her for her wedding present?" John-Luc asked.
"I can make a talking planet robot for Tara." I said.
"Or a banjo." John-Luc said, jokingly.
"If we are to get her a banjo, it has to be durable for her slamming it to the ground like a rock star." I said.
"She isn't a child,Quarty." John-Luc said.
"Old habits die hard, John-Luc," I said. "For example . . ." I pick up black coffee. "The Q have a tendency to have coffee and tea in between eight years. Every four years I change my drinking habits."
I take a sip out of the coffee.
"And your cholesterol habits, as well?" John-Luc asked.
I lowered the cup to the counter.
"I don't eat potato chips much as I used to, you remember that health scare I had!" I said.
"A titaninum banjo. . ." John-Luc said, with doubt in his voice. "Last I recall she never used her replicas of her guitar."
"Yes, she did, a lot," I said. "While singing terribly hopping up and down." I remember it quite well because of the ruckus she made as I wrote my Sky Trek novels. "If she doesn't like it . . . Go search for something you know she'll like."
"I have no idea what she'll like for her wedding present." John-Luc said.
"John-Luc, if you made a promise to her regarding gifts . . . I am sure you'll come to." I said.