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| Jason Beauvoir | Dec 10 2011, 06:38 PM Post #1 |
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U.S.S. Canterbury Captain's Ready Room Prior to the Away Team's return to the Renaissance "Captain, there's a Lieutenant Beauvoir here to see you." Alrik Travin, Captain Anderson's Tiburonian yeoman informed her. "Thank you, Mr. Travin, send him in." T'Lisa replied, not looking up from the PADD she was reading. "Aye, Ma'am." He responded, letting the younger man in. Jason entered the room. "You wished to see me, Captain?" He asked as he stood at attention in front of her desk. T'Lisa looked up as he entered. "Sit down, Jason, I want to talk to you as your mother, not your superior." Still standing, Jason said. "Then perhaps we should have met in your quarters." He then faked shock. "No, that would cause a scandal. Can't have the great Captain of the Canterbury entertaining handsome young men in her quarters, tongues would wag." "Jason Anderson Beauvoir, stop acting the fool, and sit down." She said angrily. "I'm not the one that's been acting, Mama. I've been talking to some of your crew, the ones that didn't mind being in my presence, anyway, and most of them don't even know their great leader is married let alone that she has three children. Don't worry I didn't reveal your shameful secret, your reputation is untarnished, they still don't know, that I'm your son." That said, he took the offered seat. Ignoring his spiel. "How are you doing, Jason?" She asked genuinely. "I can't complain, mostly 'cause no one would listen." "Can you be serious for just a few minutes?" "That depends, which few minutes did you have in mind?" "By the Gods, you can infuriating." "Can I, I'm sorry, growing up I didn't have anyone to tell me. I grew up without a mother, you see. " "So, we're back to that are we?" "Back? I never left it. How dare you ask me how I am, now. You didn't seem to care for the first 32 years, you were far too concerned with your own career." Jason said suddenly serious. "I'm not going to apologise to you or anyone else for being good at my job. I may not have been around much, but that doesn't mean I didn't love you, Yvette and Jean-Pierre with all my heart and that it didn't hurt like Hell every time I had to leave you all." "But, you still left, and you did it in that stoic Vulcan way, your father taught you. Just because we have these pointed ears, it doesn't mean we have to act like we don't feel anything. Plus it can be fun wigging out humans." "I'll take it under advisement. Your moment of seriousness didn't last long." "I try to avoid being serious for long periods, I've found it can lead to melancholy and despair. And there is enough of that on the Reny as it is." "Whatever melancholy and despair your crewmates feel, they brought upon themselves." "That's a bit harsh, isn't it? So you believe, they did the crime, so they must do the time? What about extenuating circumstances?" "Such as?" "How about self defense or the defense of others?" "Well, obviously those didn't apply, or they would be where they are now." T'Lisa said a matter-of-factly. Jason laughed out of shear disbelief. "Surely, you can't be that naive? You've been in Starfleet long enough to know that virtue isn't always rewarded and sin isn't always punished. Also that merit is often trumped by politics, nepotism, quid pro quo or even blackmail." "I am aware of it happening on occasion, but you can't tell me that everyone on the Renaissance is there due to a miscarriage of justice?" Jason sighed in exasperation."That's not what I'm saying, I'm just saying they're not all hardened criminals, some have made mistakes and others have been screwed by the justice system." T'Lisa expression was unreadable as she asked. "So, my son, into which category do you place yourself?" Jason thought for a while. This was one of the longest conversations he'd had with his mother in years. He wished it could be more amicable, but he was afraid too many years had passed for them to ever have a proper mother-son relationship. He resented her for leaving and he was sure she thought the bar fight that brought him to the Renaissance was his way of paying her back. When in reality it had been his response to losing Sarah, the only woman he'd truly loved. He knew now that in picking that fight with those Klingons, part of him had wanted to die, to end the pain. Unfortunately or, fortunately, depending on how you look at it, the part that wanted to live was stronger. Answering his mother's question, he said. "I'd say I've suffered from a bit of both, but that the Renaissance is where I need to be. You and the rest of the fleet may think we're a crew undesirables and a disgrace to Starfleet, but I've never given as shit what you think, before and I'm not about to start now." "Okay, Jason answer me this, if I'm such a terrible mother, why are you the only one of my children serving time on a disciplinary vessel? If you're right, shouldn't Jean-Pierre and Yvette be there right beside you? "How self-centred are you? You think I was acting out when I picked that fight? The only way that had anything to do with you was that if we had a better relationship, perhaps we could of talked about Sarah's death and I might not have got into such a mess. As for Yvette and Jean-Pierre, Yvette, like me entered Starfleet in the vain attempt to be closer to you, she's now in SI, so you never see her. Jean-Pierre on the other hand, decided to ignore you completely and became a cop. They are doing well in their chosen profession, not because of you, but in spite of you." He paused. "Now I'd love to say it's been nice talking to you, but that would be a lie, and although I'm a criminal, I'm not going to lie to your face." T'Lisa was silent for a few moments, and Jason was about to say his goodbyes and when she finally said. "I'm sorry, Jason." "What?" He said almost dumbstruck. "I said I'm sorry, Jason. I was unaware that I'd screwed up so badly in my duties, as mother to you and your brother and sister. I'm not trying to make excuses, but my mother, your grandmother did when I was young, and I was brought up on Vulcan in classic Vulcan way. So I had no mother figure and I was taught to hide my emotions. When you were born I had no idea what to do, there you were so tiny and defenseless, looking at me for love and assurance, two things I didn't know how to give, so when my maternal leave was up, I returned to duty, believing you'd be better off with your father, who could give you all the love and assurance I couldn't. I worked on expressing my emotions and when I discovered I was pregnant with Yvette and Jean-Pierre, I hoped I would be able to show them the love they needed, alas my Vulcan training was too strong and again I left them in their father's capable hands. I thought my staying would do more harm than good, it appears, I was mistaken." "Big time. When I was old enough to understand, I thought you'd left because I'd done something so bad that you could bear to be around me. Then when I was a teenager, I thought it was because you were a cold hearted bitch, and I have to admit that's the impression I've had of you up until now. So, its Gramps I should be angry with, for letting his people do that Vulcan brainwashing on you? Thank you for telling me, Mama, but why didn't you tell me this before?" "I don't know, I guess I was ashamed. I'd found motherhood too difficult and just given up."She sighed. "I didn't know right and I was afraid if I tried, I'd just make things worse." A tear began I form in the corner of her eye. "But it seems my inactivity had the reverse effect." "It's okay." He said. Then standing he held out his arm in front of him. "Come here." He said a loving smile on his face. He was ready to forgive her, yet, but she'd made an attempt, so it was only fair, he did too. T'Lisa stood up, walked over to him and they embraced. It feel nice for her to finally be able to hug one of her children. As they stood there, they both knew they had a long way to go before they could have anything approaching a normal mother-son relationship, but they had made some great progress. |
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