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It wasn’t like Benjamin had other plans.
(They were all strewn asunder when he saw Jennifer lying on the ground—still. Too still.)
Yet there had at least been the promise of some return to normalcy. That he could resume his charted course as a normal Starfleet command officer. Take care of Jake. Fall in love again, find someone to fill even a few of the holes in his heart.
The universe had other plans.
He might well find love. Get a promotion. And he’ll always have Jake.
But nothing else will ever be the same. Not for the Emissary.