March 19, 2363

Yesterday, Travis tried to celebrate our one year anniversary. I insisted it was actually today, and pointed out that we had to have hooked up after midnight that night. He insisted that we fell into bed together before midnight.

The worst thing about it is we had this conversation in the middle of the restaurant he took me to, to celebrate. Given the way the staff reacted, I guess it was less of a conversation and more of a shouting match. Dinner went silently after that, as we agreed to drop the subject until we were done with dinner. Other than the silence and the “conversation” to start it, dinner was lovely though.

Travis had me open my gift, regardless of which day our anniversary was, he was determined to have the upper hand on the event. He'd bought me a black leather choker with blue rose tooling on it, and a pair of wrist guards to match it. I suspect he intended the wrist guards to be for defense, but they're hardly thick enough leather to block a good blade. I can forgive him as weapons blows usually don't make it that far with me anyways, and they'll look nice with the choker.

I'd worn the corset to dinner with a long flowing black skirt. He helped me put the choker on after we left the restaurant, and as I finished putting on the wrist guards, I leaned over and suggested we could have some delightful public sex at midnight tonight and split the difference between the dates we each believed to be correct. He hesitated at first, but I eventually won him over by biting at his ear lobe.

We walked around, and I occasionally leaned over and whispered how much I was looking forward to our fun. Each time I did, he blushed and I grinned that much more. Some of the people we passed made comments that only encouraged me, one even said I was leading him around by his balls. I think it was a human who said it.

As it drew upon midnight, he and I picked out a nice spot under a large window that gave a good view of the nearby nebula. There was a large bench, which he sat in the middle of and I sat straddled across his lap, my skirt spread out to cover us. It took some creative fussing, and was a little slow to start because he was nervous about our choice of location, but I was eventually able to get him focused enough on me that he forgot about everyone else.

Things were going well, up until the moment an alien, a species I didn't recognize, suddenly jutted his face in between me and Travis. I shoved him away, and cursed him out as Travis wilted and blushed. When he came back violently, and grabbed me as he hissed obscenities at me, a combination of his voice and his cold hands told me it was Jarzen again. Even with all the advances in medical and cosmetic technologies, one still can't make a Trill's hands not be cold.

One hand wrapped around his throat, my other had my d'k tahg out of my boot and pointed at Jarzen, as I hissed his name and demanded he leave us alone. Travis completely went limp and I sat up a little to get a better grip on our interruption. While I had Jarzen detained like this, Travis tucked himself back into his pants, and I stood up, yanking Jarzen away from Travis.

It went much like last time, he insisted I was the source of all problems in his life. This time he came armed with a phaser though, and his first instinct was to shoot at Travis. Travis saw it coming as I did, and ducked first as I knocked Jarzen's phaser hand away from us.

It took a little longer for Starfleet's temporal investigations officers to show up this time, and Jarzen had clearly taken some time to hone his combat skills. Travis had sense enough to stay out of the way though, and I was able to keep Jarzen's attention on me with some well placed punches even though he had figured out how to dodge my blade.

When reinforcements arrived, they recognized me from last time. When I demanded to know why I wasn't informed when he escaped their custody, they insisted he hadn't yet. I hate temporal mechanics, and I don't even have more than just an idea how they work.

This time the temporal mechanics boys brought along some muscle and Jarzen was yanked off by two meat heads as I had questions asked of me. They didn't seem satisfied as to the answers I was providing, but they had no grounds to hold me, so they eventually let me leave.

Travis was very much out of the mood, and we retired to our room for the night. Sleep was light for me, with too many dreams featuring my psychotic ex, but Travis slept soundly. No matter how many times I woke up he was still curled up against me.

I hate to admit needing the comfort, but just having him there did comfort me. I actually laughed to myself as I wrote that, since should Jarzen burst through the doors and actually constitute a threat, Travis would be able to do little more than get himself out of the way. When we woke up in the morning, and I admitted to him about my dreams involving Jarzen, he insisted we needed to do something to prepare him for when Jarzen pops up again.

What worries me about his request is that he's probably right in thinking Jarzen would choose to target him. He's thus far tried to harm me directly twice now, and both times he's failed. Always but moments ahead of temporal investigations, and still not a match for my abilities. I think he's starting to understand this, given the attention he paid Travis this time. Granted, last time Travis and I had only gotten together the night before, so Jarzen probably figured Travis was a nobody the first time.

Travis is insistent that we attempt to teach him to properly defend himself, as he doesn't want to subject himself to hiding behind someone else next time Jarzen tries something. I just wish it were that simple, but the boy just doesn't seem to have the aptitude. I suppose with a little digging and research, I could find some gadgets that might help him out, but I'd feel better if I could just keep an eye on him myself all the time.

If nothing else, we should get our hands on a personal communication system. The company can't be bothered to invest in such equipment because it pays such high salaries. Blue and I have been considering buying a system based on starfleet technology on the black market, and this just gives us more motivation to do so. He'd mostly been waiting for me to agree to it before he went to acquire it, so I'll tell him he can start looking for something once I'm done writing here.