Enterprise has a breakdown (possible canon)
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Thanks a lot! And now, I don't know how this will hold up, but I believe someone asked for a follow up?
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(Darthcourt note - was never entirely sure about this one)
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Her mashed potatoes are getting cold.
Enterprise jabs a fork into the offending mash and swirls it around listlessly. She's heard about "comfort foods" before, and had hit upon the idea of eating something to help herself feel better. She scoops up a bite and slides it into her mouth. A sliver of revulsion works its way from her stomach to the back of her throat, protesting as she forces the offending food down.
At least at this hour, the cafeteria has no other costumers. Otherwise, she'd have broadcasted "Bad Day" vibes to every Shipgirl in the building and a tail of destroyers and cruisers would have tried to either comfort her or find out her problem for the rest of the day. Problem…
"Maybe it'd work better with hamburgers," she mumbles to the empty space in front of her.
The door to the cafeteria opens and closes. Familiar voices laugh somewhere behind her, and Enterprise begins spiritedly shoveling potatoes into her mouth. Right, just me, Enterprise, the Big E. Everything's fine here, move along—
"Enterprise?" Yamato exclaims. 'E' bites back a curse, looking up to see the famed battleship attended by Akagi and Kaga, the carriers. Company that she would be fine with any other time than tonight, after what she talked about with Harry today.
"Princess," she replies, keeping her tone as natural as possible. "Burning the midnight oil, are we?"
Yamato gives her a look that said 'something happened here and I am going to pester you until I find out what it is.' Enterprise briefly considers calling her "Hotel" a few times, but discards it. All that would do is leave her with a stinging handprint on her face. Wouldn't solve anything.
"Just got in from patrol," Akagi confirms chirpily. Enterprise turns to her, only to realize that she is eying the counter greedily. Ah. Finished their patrol, stopped by for a midnight snack while the sleepy destroyers went straight to bed. Tale as old as time and all that. Dammit, she should have seen it coming.
"You haven't been by here this late in a while," Kaga says observantly. "Is something wrong?"
"No. It's all fine." And this sends Enterprise cursing internally again when she realizes it was EXACTLY the sort of thing that indicated it was not all fine. "I'm okay, really."
And then plop Yamato is sitting at her shoulder and whoosh Kaga is across from her, and Akagi is at the counter, probably getting something big and cold and sweet. The carrier seems to be convinced that ice cream makes everything better. Not what Enterprise was hoping for at all. For the love of God, why did they have to come back now?
They aren't even saying anything. Just sitting there and looking at her.
"Did you have that talk with Harry-kun?" Yamato asks. "The one you were so worried about?" Oh for—target the jugular why don't you?
"Maybe I did," Enterprise says curtly. "Why are you so interested?"
Go away go away leave me alone stop asking questions
"Talk?" Kaga asks. "That's the first I've heard of it." Oh no. Please.
"She was worried that Harry-kun might have trouble knowing about the man who betrayed his birth parents," Yamato clarifies. "I, Yamato, was asked for advice."
Which hadn't worked at all, thanks for asking. As she'd spoke, she'd been pulled back into those halcyon days. The ones where she'd pushed herself to her limits to hurt them hurt them make them bleed make them pay pay with blood. The ones where she'd drifted almost lifeless from day to day, unable to give a damn about whether or not she sank today or tomorrow. Silence and, finally, something like peace.
She actually hadn't wanted to come back. They'd finally ended up cheating by having Yorktown and Hornet sing the anthem, and she'd torn herself from whatever nebulous afterlife Shipgirls inhabited to see if it was them, if her baby sisters had somehow come back.
The men had applauded, given her a target, and stepped out of the way.
There's a crash, the table buckles, and Enterprise realizes that she's staring at a mountain of chocolate. "What the—" she begins, and then she notices Akagi smiling beatifically at her from next to Kaga, who has vanished from sight entirely due to how mountainous the ice cream is.
"E," Kaga says (from behind the ice cream), "are you sure we shouldn't be worried?" It suddenly clicks that Enterprise's escape routes are being cut off, little by little.
"Where are my mashed potatoes?" she asks sullenly, scanning the table. She feels Yamato's hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. No. No. She's over this. She's COMPLETELY over this. She is Okay, with a capital Oh-Kay. She's
"Enterprise," Yamato says. Every bit of Yamato whatever-it-was is gone from her voice, leaving behind something gentle and affectionate, so much so that she might as well be hugging you with her words. "There's a place for you here."
She's not okay.
dammit
"He looked like me, when he came back. Like the way I felt, back before it all started." she says quietly. No, she can't cry. She can't. "I... I... I don't want..." Akagi pushes the ice cream closer, and Yamato begins to wrap her arms around her. "... I don't want him TO BE ME!"
Why can't she stop crying?
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What do you think, sirs?
Thanks a lot! And now, I don't know how this will hold up, but I believe someone asked for a follow up?
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(Darthcourt note - was never entirely sure about this one)
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Her mashed potatoes are getting cold.
Enterprise jabs a fork into the offending mash and swirls it around listlessly. She's heard about "comfort foods" before, and had hit upon the idea of eating something to help herself feel better. She scoops up a bite and slides it into her mouth. A sliver of revulsion works its way from her stomach to the back of her throat, protesting as she forces the offending food down.
At least at this hour, the cafeteria has no other costumers. Otherwise, she'd have broadcasted "Bad Day" vibes to every Shipgirl in the building and a tail of destroyers and cruisers would have tried to either comfort her or find out her problem for the rest of the day. Problem…
"Maybe it'd work better with hamburgers," she mumbles to the empty space in front of her.
The door to the cafeteria opens and closes. Familiar voices laugh somewhere behind her, and Enterprise begins spiritedly shoveling potatoes into her mouth. Right, just me, Enterprise, the Big E. Everything's fine here, move along—
"Enterprise?" Yamato exclaims. 'E' bites back a curse, looking up to see the famed battleship attended by Akagi and Kaga, the carriers. Company that she would be fine with any other time than tonight, after what she talked about with Harry today.
"Princess," she replies, keeping her tone as natural as possible. "Burning the midnight oil, are we?"
Yamato gives her a look that said 'something happened here and I am going to pester you until I find out what it is.' Enterprise briefly considers calling her "Hotel" a few times, but discards it. All that would do is leave her with a stinging handprint on her face. Wouldn't solve anything.
"Just got in from patrol," Akagi confirms chirpily. Enterprise turns to her, only to realize that she is eying the counter greedily. Ah. Finished their patrol, stopped by for a midnight snack while the sleepy destroyers went straight to bed. Tale as old as time and all that. Dammit, she should have seen it coming.
"You haven't been by here this late in a while," Kaga says observantly. "Is something wrong?"
"No. It's all fine." And this sends Enterprise cursing internally again when she realizes it was EXACTLY the sort of thing that indicated it was not all fine. "I'm okay, really."
And then plop Yamato is sitting at her shoulder and whoosh Kaga is across from her, and Akagi is at the counter, probably getting something big and cold and sweet. The carrier seems to be convinced that ice cream makes everything better. Not what Enterprise was hoping for at all. For the love of God, why did they have to come back now?
They aren't even saying anything. Just sitting there and looking at her.
"Did you have that talk with Harry-kun?" Yamato asks. "The one you were so worried about?" Oh for—target the jugular why don't you?
"Maybe I did," Enterprise says curtly. "Why are you so interested?"
Go away go away leave me alone stop asking questions
"Talk?" Kaga asks. "That's the first I've heard of it." Oh no. Please.
"She was worried that Harry-kun might have trouble knowing about the man who betrayed his birth parents," Yamato clarifies. "I, Yamato, was asked for advice."
Which hadn't worked at all, thanks for asking. As she'd spoke, she'd been pulled back into those halcyon days. The ones where she'd pushed herself to her limits to hurt them hurt them make them bleed make them pay pay with blood. The ones where she'd drifted almost lifeless from day to day, unable to give a damn about whether or not she sank today or tomorrow. Silence and, finally, something like peace.
She actually hadn't wanted to come back. They'd finally ended up cheating by having Yorktown and Hornet sing the anthem, and she'd torn herself from whatever nebulous afterlife Shipgirls inhabited to see if it was them, if her baby sisters had somehow come back.
The men had applauded, given her a target, and stepped out of the way.
There's a crash, the table buckles, and Enterprise realizes that she's staring at a mountain of chocolate. "What the—" she begins, and then she notices Akagi smiling beatifically at her from next to Kaga, who has vanished from sight entirely due to how mountainous the ice cream is.
"E," Kaga says (from behind the ice cream), "are you sure we shouldn't be worried?" It suddenly clicks that Enterprise's escape routes are being cut off, little by little.
"Where are my mashed potatoes?" she asks sullenly, scanning the table. She feels Yamato's hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. No. No. She's over this. She's COMPLETELY over this. She is Okay, with a capital Oh-Kay. She's
"Enterprise," Yamato says. Every bit of Yamato whatever-it-was is gone from her voice, leaving behind something gentle and affectionate, so much so that she might as well be hugging you with her words. "There's a place for you here."
She's not okay.
dammit
"He looked like me, when he came back. Like the way I felt, back before it all started." she says quietly. No, she can't cry. She can't. "I... I... I don't want..." Akagi pushes the ice cream closer, and Yamato begins to wrap her arms around her. "... I don't want him TO BE ME!"
Why can't she stop crying?
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What do you think, sirs?