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His parents were gone—arrested by Starfleet for a crime he knew they didn’t commit. The events of the past few days swirled in his mind, and his chest tightened as he tried to make sense of everything. His thoughts turned to Virtuoso’s words earlier that day.\n\n“Starfleet will assign you temporary guardians,” she had said. “Until we clear your parents’ names.”\n\nHe had asked, almost desperately, *“Where do I live now?”* The answer was clear but unnerving. Tobias wasn’t used to being without his parents.\n\n---\n\n[b]The Arrival[/b]\n\nThe knock at the door jolted Tobias out of his thoughts. Virtuoso turned from her console, her red eyes narrowing slightly. “That must be them.”\n\n“Them?” Tobias asked, his ears twitching. “Who’s ‘them’?”\n\nVirtuoso stood and motioned for him to follow. Together, they opened the door to reveal two strangers. A tall, silver-haired woman with a stern expression and piercing eyes stood beside a warm-looking man with tousled brown hair and a gentle smile. Both wore casual clothes, but the Starfleet badges clipped to their shirts marked them as something more official.\n\nThe woman stepped forward. “Tobias Rowe?”\n\nTobias nodded slowly. “Yeah.”\n\n“I’m Captain Fiona Kain, and this is my husband, Rory Kain,” she said, gesturing to the man beside her. “We’ve been assigned as your temporary guardians.”\n\nRory gave Tobias a friendly wave. “Hey there, kiddo. Don’t worry, we’re not as scary as we look.”\n\nTobias frowned slightly, his tail flicking with unease. “Why you?”\n\n“We volunteered,” Fiona replied, her voice even but not unkind. “We’ve worked with Penitatas families before, and we understand what you’re going through.”\n\nRory nodded. “We’re here to help, not to replace your parents. Just to make sure you’re safe until this gets sorted.”\n\nVirtuoso, who had been standing silently, stepped in. “They’ve been vetted by Starfleet. For now, this is the best option. You’ll be safe with them.”\n\n---\n\n[b]Adjusting to New Guardians[/b]\n\nThe ride to the Kains’ home was quiet. Tobias sat in the back seat, clutching his repaired plush cat, his tail curling tightly around his legs. Rory drove, occasionally glancing at him in the rearview mirror, while Fiona sat silently in the passenger seat, her sharp eyes focused on the road ahead.\n\nWhen they arrived, Tobias was surprised by how normal the house looked. It was cozy and well-kept, with flower boxes in the windows and a small garden by the door. Inside, the home felt even warmer, decorated with a mix of family photos, books, and knick-knacks.\n\n“This is your room for now,” Rory said, opening a door to a simple but comfortable space. A bed, a desk, and a small bookshelf lined the walls.\n\nTobias set his hammer in the corner, glancing around. “Thanks,” he muttered.\n\nRory smiled. “Let me know if you need anything. Dinner’s in an hour.”\n\n---\n\n[b]At the Dinner Table[/b]\n\nThe three of them sat around the dining table that evening. The meal was simple—pasta and vegetables—but Tobias barely picked at it. His mind was elsewhere, spinning with questions and fears.\n\n“Something on your mind?” Fiona asked, her sharp eyes studying him.\n\nTobias hesitated, then blurted out, “Do you believe my parents are guilty?”\n\nFiona and Rory exchanged a glance. Fiona set down her fork, her expression softening slightly. “No,” she said firmly. “I don’t.”\n\n“Not a chance,” Rory added. “We’ve seen cases like this before. Someone’s trying to cover their tracks, and your family’s a convenient scapegoat.”\n\nTobias’s ears twitched. “Virt and I think it’s Meryl Quinton,” he said, his voice tinged with anger. “She’s the one who authorized the package. She’s the one pulling the strings.”\n\nFiona leaned forward. “Meryl Quinton? The logistics commander for the Grand Cross Trade Route?”\n\nTobias nodded. “Yeah. She’s the one who set me up to deliver that bomb. And now she’s framing my parents because I defused it.”\n\nFiona’s jaw tightened. “If Quinton’s involved, it makes sense. She has the authority and the resources to pull something like this off.”\n\n---\n\n[b]Reassurances[/b]\n\n“Does Virt have a plan?” Rory asked, breaking the tense silence.\n\nTobias nodded. “She’s tracing the package’s logs. If we can find proof, we can expose Quinton and clear my parents’ names.”\n\nRory smiled. “Sounds like you’ve got some smart people on your side.”\n\n“Yeah,” Tobias said, his voice quieter now. “But I just... I don’t know where I fit in all this. Without my parents, I feel... lost.”\n\nFiona’s expression softened. “You’re not lost, Tobias. You’re in a difficult situation, but you’re handling it better than most adults would. That says a lot about you.”\n\nRory nodded. “And we’re here to help you through it, however long it takes.”\n\n---\n\n[b]A New Resolve[/b]\n\nThat night, Tobias sat in his temporary room, staring at the ceiling. The plush cat sat beside him on the bed, a comforting reminder of home. His thoughts raced, but one thing was clear: he couldn’t let the people framing his parents get away with it.\n\n“Meryl Quinton’s behind this,” Tobias muttered to himself, his tail curling tightly. “And I’ll prove it.”\n\nWith Virtuoso digging for evidence and his new guardians providing support, Tobias felt a flicker of hope amid the chaos. His family’s future depended on him now, and he wasn’t about to let them down.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Tobias: Temporary Parents?

Tobias sat on the edge of the couch, his war hammer leaning against the wall. His parents were gone—arrested by Starfleet for a crime he knew they didn’t commit. The events of the past few days swirled in his mind, and his chest tightened as he tried to make sense of everything. His thoughts turned to Virtuoso’s words earlier that day.

“Starfleet will assign you temporary guardians,” she had said. “Until we clear your parents’ names.”

He had asked, almost desperately, *“Where do I live now?”* The answer was clear but unnerving. Tobias wasn’t used to being without his parents.

---

The Arrival

The knock at the door jolted Tobias out of his thoughts. Virtuoso turned from her console, her red eyes narrowing slightly. “That must be them.”

“Them?” Tobias asked, his ears twitching. “Who’s ‘them’?”

Virtuoso stood and motioned for him to follow. Together, they opened the door to reveal two strangers. A tall, silver-haired woman with a stern expression and piercing eyes stood beside a warm-looking man with tousled brown hair and a gentle smile. Both wore casual clothes, but the Starfleet badges clipped to their shirts marked them as something more official.

The woman stepped forward. “Tobias Rowe?”

Tobias nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

“I’m Captain Fiona Kain, and this is my husband, Rory Kain,” she said, gesturing to the man beside her. “We’ve been assigned as your temporary guardians.”

Rory gave Tobias a friendly wave. “Hey there, kiddo. Don’t worry, we’re not as scary as we look.”

Tobias frowned slightly, his tail flicking with unease. “Why you?”

“We volunteered,” Fiona replied, her voice even but not unkind. “We’ve worked with Penitatas families before, and we understand what you’re going through.”

Rory nodded. “We’re here to help, not to replace your parents. Just to make sure you’re safe until this gets sorted.”

Virtuoso, who had been standing silently, stepped in. “They’ve been vetted by Starfleet. For now, this is the best option. You’ll be safe with them.”

---

Adjusting to New Guardians

The ride to the Kains’ home was quiet. Tobias sat in the back seat, clutching his repaired plush cat, his tail curling tightly around his legs. Rory drove, occasionally glancing at him in the rearview mirror, while Fiona sat silently in the passenger seat, her sharp eyes focused on the road ahead.

When they arrived, Tobias was surprised by how normal the house looked. It was cozy and well-kept, with flower boxes in the windows and a small garden by the door. Inside, the home felt even warmer, decorated with a mix of family photos, books, and knick-knacks.

“This is your room for now,” Rory said, opening a door to a simple but comfortable space. A bed, a desk, and a small bookshelf lined the walls.

Tobias set his hammer in the corner, glancing around. “Thanks,” he muttered.

Rory smiled. “Let me know if you need anything. Dinner’s in an hour.”

---

At the Dinner Table

The three of them sat around the dining table that evening. The meal was simple—pasta and vegetables—but Tobias barely picked at it. His mind was elsewhere, spinning with questions and fears.

“Something on your mind?” Fiona asked, her sharp eyes studying him.

Tobias hesitated, then blurted out, “Do you believe my parents are guilty?”

Fiona and Rory exchanged a glance. Fiona set down her fork, her expression softening slightly. “No,” she said firmly. “I don’t.”

“Not a chance,” Rory added. “We’ve seen cases like this before. Someone’s trying to cover their tracks, and your family’s a convenient scapegoat.”

Tobias’s ears twitched. “Virt and I think it’s Meryl Quinton,” he said, his voice tinged with anger. “She’s the one who authorized the package. She’s the one pulling the strings.”

Fiona leaned forward. “Meryl Quinton? The logistics commander for the Grand Cross Trade Route?”

Tobias nodded. “Yeah. She’s the one who set me up to deliver that bomb. And now she’s framing my parents because I defused it.”

Fiona’s jaw tightened. “If Quinton’s involved, it makes sense. She has the authority and the resources to pull something like this off.”

---

Reassurances

“Does Virt have a plan?” Rory asked, breaking the tense silence.

Tobias nodded. “She’s tracing the package’s logs. If we can find proof, we can expose Quinton and clear my parents’ names.”

Rory smiled. “Sounds like you’ve got some smart people on your side.”

“Yeah,” Tobias said, his voice quieter now. “But I just... I don’t know where I fit in all this. Without my parents, I feel... lost.”

Fiona’s expression softened. “You’re not lost, Tobias. You’re in a difficult situation, but you’re handling it better than most adults would. That says a lot about you.”

Rory nodded. “And we’re here to help you through it, however long it takes.”

---

A New Resolve

That night, Tobias sat in his temporary room, staring at the ceiling. The plush cat sat beside him on the bed, a comforting reminder of home. His thoughts raced, but one thing was clear: he couldn’t let the people framing his parents get away with it.

“Meryl Quinton’s behind this,” Tobias muttered to himself, his tail curling tightly. “And I’ll prove it.”

With Virtuoso digging for evidence and his new guardians providing support, Tobias felt a flicker of hope amid the chaos. His family’s future depended on him now, and he wasn’t about to let them down.","pools_count":1,"title":"Tobias: Temporary Parents?","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"image/png","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"0","rating_name":"General","ratings":[],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"f","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"10"}