You can always return home

Posted on 18 Apr 2016 @ 8:50pm by Lieutenant Commander Sular Ferreno
Edited on on 18 Apr 2016 @ 8:54pm

1,210 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Errand of Mercy
Location: Earth, Pasadena California.
Timeline: ED 1

ON

Grandma had not taken the news well when it came Ferreno was told; she refused to believe her only Grandson from her son was dead or missing or whatever the report said. Ferreno had known there would be problems when he came back from the 'presumed' dead. The paperwork adn reports for his debriefing were spread over three days. The 'campaign' on the Mirror universe took a toll on the USS Ragnarok, she was busy being refit and the parts of her from the Mirror Universe studied. What should have been a six week repair and refit was scheduled for three months. The Command Team had to go to a major debriefing; some of the regulations 'bent on the reports were covering broken due to extreme circumstances.

Ferreno was only a lowly Chief of Operations and his detailed records painstakingly recorded save him going through more of the ringer. What one has to do to survive when it is a question of ever coming back 'home' demands certain flexability. Being a half Vulcan he found his flexability pushed to the point of breaking; while he never did, there were those on the ship that did.

That was for the Fleet Headquarters to sort out; Ferreno had no more dealings on teh matter with command, he was on a shuttle to his 'Home' where he knew in his mixed heart he would be welcomed. Still having packed a uniform in teh event he had to make a change and return Ferreno had to brief more of his actions to Command. He hoped he would not? The shuttle was landing at the old site of LAX; now a thriving Shuttle Port, he could hardly wait to get off the shuttle. Taking an air car Taxi since he was not sure of his plans he could not tell the family when he would arrive? He had changed on the shuttle and wore simple slacks of black; white cotton shirt as it was still august and the heat around the area was enough to warrent it.

The Air car landed at the curb of the home the Ferreno Family had maintained for generations; just down the street off the main drag that in past centuries the Rose Parade rolled past within walking distance of the family home. Two blocks and fight the standing crowd. He had never seen it just recalled all the history from his Grandmother telling the stories.

The family home was a four bedroom; all on the second story, home of a modest size and kept in the best of shape as one would a historical monument; or a place that is so beloved by a family. The faded blue was intentional; modern paints could take anything short of a phaser blast it seemed, but the faded effect was to honor the age of the house and all teh memories within the walls. It was a human sentiment but Ferreno did not care as he could pawn it off as his 'illogical Human DNA and emotions' coming into play. But he did fully understand it despite his human side being forced down a lot of the time.

Ferreno moved up the sidewalk; he recalled every pattern in the stone as he marched to the front door; the Grandmother listening to those ancient recordings of whom she called the greats; very partial to a man called Dean Martain's music. He should have called; let them know but he barely made it to the shuttle and with the change and then air car he just wanted to be home again. That Human side of him again rearing up as he nited the Bocci set by the porch swing; Grandfather died twenty yeaqrs ago and the set was the last gift he had gotten after his own set was chipped and damaged too much for his friendly game at the Italian center and his friends to come close to beating him. Another mainstay of it all is the fact Ferreno had that old set refurbished by hand and in his closet when on ship. He may not play much but the sight alone made him smile on a bad day. He did not bother with knocking; family never knocks, he walked in like so many friends and family.

"WHo'se ah Dere..." the voice of Grandma; her sweet voice echoed from the kitchen.

"Just me Grandma." Ferreno put his bag down to hear a wooden spoon hit the floor; that never happened...

Rushing through the living room and the double swingion doors into the kitchen he slid to a halt.

"Bambino..." The tears were already in her eyes as she moved slowly ; her hands reaching to touch his face; Ferreno bending so the little over five foot tall Italiion Grandma could reach his face easily.

"Yes Grand mamait is me..." Cupping his face in her hands she kissed his cheeks and put her arms around his neck.

"My Bambino..." She said again. "My sweet Bambino..." She was crying what he logically believed was tears of joy but he could never tell with Grandma.

"You did not comm ahead I would have met you at the Shuttle Port Sular." The calm demeanor of Shelar said from the opposite side of the kitchen where the steps went up to the second floor. "Logic dictates that you could have given Isabella an emotional strain and in her age and condition would not have been wise."

"I must appologize for my..." Ferreno began, his granma squeezsing enough to nearly cause strangling.

"Leave him Shela..." Grandma warned. "I have my Bambino..."

The sigh from his mother had not change in all the years of his life; The eldest Ferreno never used that Vulcan name; she had 'humanized' it out of affection. She had explained'Shela' is more of a homey family name and with family we are casual' was the constant. Some things never change and yet everything changes. Ferreno was back in his home again; the arms of Grandma let him loose and he reached to pick up the spoon; went to the sink to properly wash it and then handed back to the cook.

"You're still a gooda boy." She pinched his cheek as she had all his life that he remembered. "Now go ... go no place for a man in My kitchen." she warned him and he took the hint.

Going to the living room Shelar tilt a head as they sat on the couch. "Meatballs, sausage and I smell the Chicken in the Marinara." Ferreno mentioned. "Lazanga in the oven if my nose is still calibrated?" He said.

"Yes, she is a constant in the universe." His mother said. "Your Father is on his way, I did take the liberty to give him notice of your arrivial." She scolded in that Vulcan way. "I just hope he does not cause an accident in his haste?"

"It is good to return." Ferreno told his mother.

"Mount Solei does not need your Katra yet my son." She nod and the lack of a stoic expression was as much of an emotion as his mother would allow herself to show.

It was in deed good to be home again.

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Lt CMDR Sular Ferreno
Chief of Operations
USS Redemption

 

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