"How come it has to be you?, Christine held on to Tracer's hand.
"It has to be a fighter. It has to be something the Klingons don't see as a threat for the exchange. I am a soldier and I do what I am told.", Tracer pulled his hand away.
"Then why does it have to be you. D'Tall is a pilot. Hell. Click is the best pilot.", Christine grabbed onto Tracer.
"Please! You are acting like a teenage. Draw on some of you damn Vulcan heritage. I am twice the pilot Click is. I am getting so tired of the comparison. You parade around here topless because you want to entice me. Victoria moans like a porn star when Click touches her privates but you don't see her parading around bottomless.", Tracer lashed out.
"I did that for you and you take it as proof of your manhood.", Christine was suddenly very embarrassed. "You asshole!"
Tracer looked at her, "I am a pilot. I have a job to do."
Christine was the one who busted people's hearts. She was the one who broke hearts but Tracer just destroyed her right on the flight deck. Christine took a huge breath.
She walked into Ishka's and ordered a Vulcan port. Tracer was a hero. He was about to bring Kiera and Scott home but she only saw him as someone else leaving. She was drinking from the glass when she saw Belvedere Brown drinking an Earth Whiskey. She smiled.
He smiled back. A million memories came rushing back. Bell remembered the choice of rank and position over the gorgeous Vulcan-Romulan hybrid. He went to Paris as Field Marshal Belvedere Brown. He struggled and ended up back here. People always come back here.
Christine walked over and sat with the Antican. He smiled, "It is good to see you."
Christine smiled, "And you too."
Click, the Xindi Insectoid Tchilick Tchilack, came rushing in, "You son of a bitch, I should be the one making the exchange. Why would you get involved? You did it just to get in with Carleton. You are an asshole."
Christine looked at Bell, "You got Tracer selected for the transfer?"
"He is the fucking marine commandant.", Click interrupted.
Bell stood up, "How else was I going to get you to end up here? It was my only chance."
Christine looked at Bell but she walked away. He had left her for Paris.
Christine stood outside in the cold that had become synonymous with life on Camelot. She thought of the Phoenix Colony. She thought of Cheron VI and Medara. She thought of Ephyra. Bell had been the pillar that kept her around.
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Christine T'Nley
Confused in Camelot
Reykja Penthe
Klingon Sector
