Bond of Friendship - Part II

Posted on Friday, 24 July 2020 - 11:59am by Lieutenant JG Maximus Mackenzie

Mission: Operation: Jabberwocky
Location: Earth, Japan
Timeline: 2393- MD 06

Previously on Bond of Friendship....

Haru simply walked past them and into the home.

Max sighed. He put up a hand when they would have gone after him. “Let him be. I’ll help him. Give him some time. Right now he’s not good.”

He saw the sadness etched on their face but right now he was here for his friend. He went into the house and found Haru kneeling by an old tea set. His grandmother’s. Max knelt by his friend and put an arm around his shoulders. “It will be alright. Do you want me to pack that for you?”

The slightest nod had Max spurred to action packing the delicate items.

And now the continuation...

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For the most part the packing had gone well. Captain Hernandez and Midori had stayed outside and out of the way. Haru and Max had packed up a few things and were just finishing.

They found themselves in the main room. Haru faced the Kamiza (room’s front) and there high on the wall where there should have been a shrine was an empty wall.

Max both saw and heard the lightening that was the pain filled cry torn from his friend’s lips. It was so loud he was sure it would have had a pack of Klingons running for the hills.

The door burst open and Haru’s mother and sister ran inside.

Before Max could react Haru had whirled around. “Where is it?! What have you done with it?! Did you sell that too?”

There was a momentary confusion and Midori then gasped. “The Kamidana!” The family shrine was gone. Before she could say anything Haru began to shout again.

“How could you! You have torn the very heart of this family open! How dare you! That shrine was mine to take!”

Max put both hands on Haru’s shoulders. “Calm…”

Before he could finish that statement Haru seemed to loose all strength and began to fall.

Max held tight. He gently set his friend down in the near by chair and held up a hand to stop the captain and her daughter. “Not now.” He hurriedly said. He knew that that shrine had meant to Haru. If the Captain hadn’t cared then Midori should have. Scooping some cold water in his hands he rubbed it on Haru’s face.

Then he ushered the captain and Midori out of the house with a warning to stay away while he loaded the items Haru had wanted into the hover car. He then went back for Haru himself helping him into the car. He drove off leaving Haru’s family stunned and worried but for him all that mattered was getting his friend away so he could recover. He drove quickly and soon enough they were back at the rented cabin. He’d helped Haru to the sofa supporting him all the way and then he’d pulled the couple of boxes from the car putting them off to the side.

Haru, by this time, was catatonic. Max had been so concerned that he’d called Hades. Somehow they’d managed to get Haru to bed and the doctor gave him a sedative.

Now in the living room area Max and Hades spoke.

“How long will he be like that?”

“I don’t know. Days, hours, he’s gone through a shock. It wasn’t just this it was all that happened on the ship for the last six months he’s been under so much stress…I can’t fathom it.”

“What do I do?” He felt helpless to help his friend.

“Give him time.”

Hades had left transporting back to Australia and Max had sat guard in the living room checking on his friend every half hour.

It was just at the dinner hour that Haru had come out feeling hungry. Max had happily prepared food and carried on a one way conversation telling Haru of his posting, of Soral’s meddling. He told him about the ship he was on and a host of other things.

Haru had listened but not spoken. At least he was eating, at least he was not motionless and Max had hope that things would be well in a few days.

The call came in after dinner telling him of Soral’s heart episode. Max had been torn between staying with Haru and going. It had been Haru who insisted that Max transport over right away. He still called and checked on Haru even though he’d spent hours at the hospital.

By the time Max transported back it was close to midnight. He’d checked on Haru again and then showered, changed, and pulled out a portable personal log device. He wanted to record his thoughts and the going on of things. It had been so long since he’d let it all out. Normally, like Haru, he liked to journal by hand but tonight he was feeling wiped. He was tired, and in pain, and he felt helpless and alone. Watching two men who where his best friends suffering had taken all his strength.

He’d record his log and then settle in for the night…or so he thought.

To be continued... (See personal Log section for Part 3)

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