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Title: When the Winds of Changes Shift
Author: Mareel
Author's e-mail: [email protected]
Author's Web site: http://www.geocities.com/bdebpr
Fandom: Enterprise
Pairing: Archer/Reed
Rating: G
Category: Slash
Series: Refuge
Sequel to: Still Waiting
Summary: Jonathan and Malcolm consider choices made in the past and for the future.
Spoilers: E2
Comments: This is for Kipli, who'll understand the reasons why. It
is part 7 of my Refuge series, and refers to 'Refuge' which recalls
Jon and Malcolm's quiet marriage before the mission to the Expanse.
Please note that this story incorporates my personal take on the
events of E2, noteably that the child referred to as Archer's was
actually raised as Jon and Malcolm's child, borne out of kindness to
the couple by an alien woman rescued by Jonathan. I realize this is a
highly personal interpretation, but I prefer to believe that their
relationship survived and flourished in the environment of the
generational ship. The title refers to a line in Bob Dylan's 'Forever
Young'--"May you have a strong foundation when the winds of changes
shift."
Archived to Reed's Armory on 07/08/2004.
Malcolm: Winds of Changes
We talked about it on that day, the day we walked along the Oregon coast and vowed our lives to one another at sunset. We talked of how when we returned home, we might choose to have children.
You said you'd dreamed once of having a son...I said I thought he should have a sister...but we both knew we'd love any children who made us a family.
I surprised you by being the one most confident of our potential as parents. You promised you'd think more about it...we would decide together.
One day.
It appears we did.
___________________________________________ Jonathan: Shifting Winds
We'd never talked about children before. But on that day when we chose to make our future together...poised between the survival and destruction of our planet...it seemed the time.
You confided that you'd longed for a daughter. I smiled...perhaps she'd have your face...your sea-grey eyes. I thought our son might share my love of flight...of the stars.
These last months have been hard...testing our commitment to one another...shaking our hope that we'd ever have confidence enough to choose to bring children into our world.
It appears we did.
And we will again, love.
~the end~