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Jamie Burke arched a brow at the device, “I feel like you have to say over.” The young lady perked her lips as she snickered to the call names ( or nicknames rather ) she gave them. “I do need assistance. I need to take out the temporal trashbag.” This was surely the most awkward conversation she had ever had, it was his fault though. He shouldn’t have told her he was a time-traveller.

From behind the crate he was using as a hiding spot, Daniels’ face morphed into one of confusion, his nose scrunching as his eyebrow shot up. “What?” his voice low, and laced with bewilderment.  Was she asking him out on a date using their only form of communication at the moment?

“I...Will have to get back to you on that I think. Anything else?” he keeps his voice quiet, “I’m almost done, and then I believe I need to show you something.” 

He’d had to show Archer for him to finally grasp that he was telling the truth; of course, he would have to do so for Jaime Burke. 

Hayes grew up in a small town with his aunt and 4 siblings, working the farm and winery from a young age, having had to move from his father’s house after he was KIA as military personnel in space. 

18 years after his father’s death, he accepts a job on the very station that had caused him to lose his father when he was eight years old. When he first boards the station he’s filled with some amount of resentment towards the station, but also a sense of curiosity of what the station will have to offer.

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Captain Chase sat in her office reading over Nathaniel’s file on her PADD, sipping a mug of tea- in the corner of her ready room, her fish Sweed swam quietly in its tank. A new officer on her ship, a transfer from Section 31, much to her annoyance. 

Declan’s eyes went to check the corridor, making sure no one was close enough to hear them talking. For some reason, the crew still thought that they were just two people who happened to have the same last name. And he still didn’t bother to correct them. Having one finding out right now would be the worst timing.

“I’m quite sure I’m supposed to stay here and stand in front of your door…to prevent you from, uh, trying to retake the ship,” he said with a small wince, the words felt strange coming out of his mouth. “At least until I have to report to the armory later.”

He still didn’t know the full story of what happened, other than suddenly the armory was under MACO’s guard. Then Lieutenant Reed showed up with SubCommander T’Pol, the MACOs went down, and he was ordered to follow the senior officers because he just happened to be in the armory. His luck had it that he went with Reed and T’Pol to the Bridge as Commander Tucker went towards the transporter pad.

And now here he was, guarding the door to his father’s quarters, basically to stop him from doing what Reed just did to the MACO. He returned the sad smile. “You probably should let the door closed, Dad.”

At that moment, there was nothing Jem wanted to do more than pull his son into a comforting hug. He could tell this wasn’t easy for Declan, nor was it for him, and it pained and angered him to the core, and he kept it there under a professional mask, letting his features soften slightly.

‘ Dammit Reed. ’

“I won’t be going anywhere,” he says finally, “Even I have to admit, the takeover was...kind of impressive- I never saw it coming.” Jem was annoyed at himself but even he had to question if there really was something going on that he wasn’t aware of. 

He hated working in space; too many unknown variables to consider if you were even aware of them in the first place- Earth, even other planets, were more predictable and more in his comfort zone. He didn’t like not knowing things, especially when it came to the chain of Command.

“...I Probably should, shouldn’t I?” he chuckles mirthlessly, letting his head drop for a second before looking back up at his son with a smile, “I’ll see you in a few hours...when they finally tell us what’s going on.”