reversedpolarity | [future!verse]

"She's going to hurt sometimes and there is nothing you can do about it," she argued, "she deserves what she works for and Gerald doesn't recognize that. He's not the deciding factor in her life and though she hurts a little bit, she won't keep hurting about that. You two will have the wedding and she will go back to school and have children and suddenly his opinion won't be so important anymore."

However, when he started to question himself, Helen shakes her head, "Don't you start that. Gerald hates the institution of marriage because he settled down with me when he always thought he'd be able to avoid marriage. Don't get me wrong, he didn't marry me because he settled, but because he realized he couldn't manage without me and he loved me. He hates that he lost that battle. I should resent him for it, but he beats himself up for it too often for me to mean it," she smile softly. "Do not let Gerald's foul opinions effect your marriage. You are wonderful and the absolute best thing to happen to Elizabeth since she discovered her calling as a psychiatrist."

This time, Helen's words brought a small smile to his face; even if he was still upset from the fight and trying to sort out why he couldn't just keep his mouth shut when Gerald was around. "Helen," he said, looking up. "Thank you." He stood up then, and paused. "I should probably go an' apologize tae Liz. Thanks. For... for everything." He hesitated a moment, then crossed over to where Helen was seated to give her a brief, slightly awkward hug, before excusing himself so he could go find Liz.

He just hoped that she wasn't too upset with him, or that she'd at least forgive him quickly. From now on... from now on, it'd probably be best if he just shut Gerald out, no matter how difficult it was to do so. He had no desire to repeat today's events in the future.

"You're welcome," she replied, hugging him, "Oh, and Montgomery, Elizabeth doesn't want you to hurt either. Keep that in mind."

Liz was still sitting on the floor of the spare room, counting the books on the shelf. She kept losing count and it wasn't making it easy on her to keep up. She was too shook up to actually keep counting and mean to get anywhere, but she was just fine with staring at the shelf to keep her mind occupied. She knew when Monty was coming, though and she straightened herself up a little bit even though she was still sitting on the floor.

He let himself in, standing awkwardly in the doorway for a moment. "Hey." He wasn't really sure where to begin, so rather than try launching into an apology right away, he just went over to sit down beside Liz on the floor, close enough that he could get an arm around her, although he didn't just yet. If she was still upset with him, he'd let her have a bit of a distance. "Liz, I..." he started, before taking a deep breath and letting it out in a long, drawn-out sigh. "Liz, I'm sorry. I... I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

She doesn't reply at first. In fact, she isn't sure how she wants to respond. Finally she gives in and looks over at him, her face implying no anger, but her expression was stiff. "He's my father... I love him and I know that he makes me upset and every time he says something about how I'm not doing enough, I look completely shocked, I still know that I love him because he wants me to be better," she gave him a mental nudge, letting him know she wasn't still upset with Monty, though she wasn't exactly okay just yet.

He stayed silent for a while, though he took that mental nudge as a sign that it was alright to move over a bit and put his arm around her shoulders. He leaned his head against hers, staring at nothing in particular. "I just... I know how much it'd mean tae you, if he'd just tell you that you're doin' the right thing..." he said eventually, feeling as though he ought to explain himself, even if she wasn't upset with him. "You've had all your life tae get used tae brushin' it off an' gettin' on with things, an' me... I'm used tae my mum an' dad, an'... I'm sorry, love."

"I've learned to let him go on his rampages and then move on. Sometimes it really hurts. Sometimes its worse than others. When he tried to tell me that being married was a waste... that hurt because I knew it hurt you, too," she explained, leaning over on him when he wrapped his arm around her. "I'm not waiting for him to approve of me anymore. I'm just wondering if he plans on stay so miserable."

He tightened his arm around her for a brief moment, hugging her, turning his head to kiss the side of hers. "I hate seein' you hurt," he told her, echoing what he'd said to Helen. "An'... I don't know, Liz, I just..." He wasn't entirely sure what he was trying to say. "You deserve tae be happy doin' whatever it is you want tae do, an' maybe that's not good enough for him, but if it's good enough for you that's all that matters." He paused, hugging her again. "An'... you know, I meant it. What I said, about a good father bein' like a good captain. I promise you, Liz, that's the kind o' father I'm goin' tae be."

She leaned even heavier against him. She couldn't stay mad, not when he was talking to her like this, the ever attentive husband. His last comment made her smile and she looked up at him, "Looks like you are going to have to be a captain after all." She was teasing him after all that convincing her that he didn't want to have to be one in Starfleet. "I know what kind of man you and I know you are going to be spectacular as a father. I really can't wait."

He smiled, turning so he could lean in and kiss her. He let it linger for rather a bit longer than was strictly necessary, and when he pulled away he stayed close, shifting so he could get his other arm around her as well. "Should I go tae Command then, an' demand a promotion?" he teased, feeling better for having made her smile. "The pay raise that'd come with it wouldn't be near enough tae make up for havin' tae leave you for five years," he added, a little more seriously.

She kissed him right back and when he suggested demanding a promotion, she laughed. He seemed to drift into something more serious when he continued and she looked up at him with doe eyes, smiling softly. "I don't think I could manage that long without you," she said, just as serious.

"Likewise," he replied, his tone still serious although he was smiling back at her. "An' I wouldn't dare ask you tae come with me, not if we're raisin' a family. A starship's no place for a young kid." Even so, he couldn't deny that every now and then he felt a pang of longing to be back out in space, back in the engine room. When those moods hit him, he tended to go off alone, to find someplace he could stand and stare up at the stars, and imagine, just for a moment, that he was still out there.

She knew he still wanted to be out there. He wasn't good at being still for too long and she didn't like that she knew. Liz wished she could block out that part of him that longed for all that adventure. Liz looked at him, a sense of sadness in her because she knew he missed space. "Earth isn't enough to contain you..." her voice was quiet and it trailed off.

He turned to look at her, his expression turning serious. "Mo grodh," he said, voice quiet, "I knew the consequences when I made the choices I did. I wouldn't have made those choices if I didn't think I could live with them. Besides... there's still trainin' missions, an' even if it's only a week or two o' bein' out in space again... It'll be enough." He smiled again, leaning in a little closer to her. "An' that week or two'll be enough tae remind me that I'm absolutely useless without you."

Elizabeth watched his eyes as he spoke. She knew he meant it. She always knew he meant it. He didn't make decisions lightly and he wanted to make her happy. She was okay with that. She was glad for that, actually, but she wished that she could make him just as honestly happy as he made her. She wasn't sure she could convey that to him in words, so she didn't. Instead, she sent a very soft and subtle message to him, I want to make you happy... keep you happy...

He fell into an easy silence, shifting again to lean against Liz, letting his eyes close as he felt Liz's mind brush his, felt more than heard the soft words she sent to him. Rather than reply right away, he simply focused his attention in her direction, sifting through memories of being on the Enterprise. Most of them were thoughts of the Enterprise and Liz, together, when he'd had the good fortune to have the luxury of belonging to both of them. All of them were warm, pleasant thoughts, and if there was a hint of longing when he thought of the Enterprise, it wasn't so strong that it drowned out the warmth.

"There were times I hoped I could justify tae myself askin' you tae stay with me, aboard her," he said quietly, eventually. "I won't deny that I miss her. But I'd rather sit an' think o' her with you, instead o' sittin' alone in the engine room an' thinkin' o' you." He fell silent again, and this time, the thought he sent her was a wordless little murmur of reassurance, backed by the same warmth that had been present in his thoughts of the Enterprise, but there was no longing in his thoughts now, just a quiet, happy contentment that he had Liz.

Considering that when they first met years ago and he was a bumbling mess, unable to speak in front of her without stuttering or rambling, he had become surprisingly good with words. He knew what to say to her to make her comforted, exactly what she needed to hear to feel safe. This was no exception. His thoughts and feelings and emotions were a beautiful response to her concerns.

"Just because I couldn't stay out there, doesn't mean I won't compromise. I would have if..." she ended that sentence with a shrug instead.

He smiled then, opening his eyes to glance sideways at his wife. "If I'd ask you tae do that for me? I know. But that's not something I could have asked o' you." He shifted, stretching a bit; sitting on the floor was beginning to take its toll on his back. "Word around the Academy is they're takin' the Enterprise out for a trainin' mission soon. If you don't mind losin' me for a week, I'd like tae go, even if it means havin' tae try an' herd unruly cadets."

"I suppose I can give you up for a week," she conceded, "you can go have your affair with the other woman." She was teasing, of course. She'd shared his heart with the ship for a long time until they both realized that the Enterprise was never going to be able to keep up with Elizabeth. A ship can't love you in return, after all.

He knew he'd miss Liz terribly for that week that he'd be away, but he couldn't resist the chance to pay the Enterprise a visit. Maybe she couldn't love him in return the way Liz did, but even so, she held a special place in his heart. And this was was an acceptable compromise. He'd get to see his ship - and she was still his ship, even if he had left her - and Liz wouldn't have to go back out in space, and he'd come home remembering why he'd followed Liz back to Earth in the first place. "Affair? Hardly. Just a meetin' between old friends," he teased back.

"She's going to put the moves on you. I know women like her.. they're all the same," she smiled up at him, hardly containing her teasing at all, because really, why not? She started to shift her weight, too and finally gave up and wiggled out of his embrace. Liz stood up and held out her hands, offering to help him up off the floor.

He took one of her hands and used the other to brace himself against the bed as he pushed himself up off the floor, pausing a moment to work out the stiffness in his back. "I'll do my very best tae remain immune tae her charms," he replied, chuckling quietly. "But you know how it is... those nacelles, that warp core. Gets me all hot an' bothered just thinkin' about it." He couldn't keep a straight face, and couldn't keep himself from bursting out laughing in the middle of trying to get that all out.

Liz raised her eyebrows at him. There was no way in hell he really thought he'd get away with that. She giggled and and once he was fully standing on his own and now in hysterics she just shook her head. "I never stood a chance."

Liz paused momentarily and looked over her shoulder to the door. She took a deep breath and then back at her husband. "Look, I know he's hard to like. I know that its not a great looking relationship that the two of us have and someday I might figure out how to explain it to you, but my father, as awful as he can be, isn't so bad all the time."

He sobered quickly as Liz began talking about her father again, glancing at the door a moment after she did. He waited until she was finished to reply, "I'm afraid I may end up havin' tae simply avoid him. Just. I don't know, Liz, just something about him..." He sighed, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. It doesn't make any sense, but he just irritates me tae no end."

"No, it makes perfect sense. You naturally want to protect me and defend me and my father appears to be a bully worth fighting. I know. Trust me, I know," she sighs, "but if it makes you feel any better, you are the only man who has ever defended me. Any other guy I dated years ago and even friends just waited for him to leave the room. They were afraid of him."

She shrugged then, "I know it doesn't seem right or pleasant, but please try and be respectful. You don't have to like him. You don't have to really even be around him much. Just tolerate him for the time being."

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