-it has three corners. [Wednesday Evening]

[highfunctioning]

 Of course.

It was so simple.  So utterly, embarrassingly obvious.  

How had he not seen it before? 

This is why he'd been brought here.  The feeling had been building for days, that he'd been missing the bigger picture, that he was going about things the wrong way.  He was attacking his current predicament with science; scrutinizing blood samples, messing about with cybernetically enhanced rats, trying to put together patterns of the people that came on board... But to what end?  What was the point of knowing the cage, if he was powerless to break free?  How much more interesting to use what was at hand to his advantage, and thus gain the ultimate freedom?!  This morning Sherlock had woken to find himself completely certain that the Proserpina was not a test, nor a punishment, but his great reward for being so extraordinary and working so tirelessly.  He was on a vessel in space; a vast, untamed frontier.  The possibilities were endless for a man with a quick mind, no fear, and nothing to lose.  

For a pirate.


Abandoning his supper of sugar cereal and chocolate milk, which he'd forgotten was the perfect meal, Sherlock stood and practically sprinted to the wardrobe.  A familiar voice usually wouldn't have dissuaded him from this kind of mission, but he was actually dying to share his revelation with someone.  

Besides which, he'd be needing a crew...

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[firstcylon]

"Something befitting your station," Zoe agreed, meaning the clothing they were on their way to get from the wardrobe room, as they rounded the corner, and came in view of Mycroft, Sherlock, and Spock. She stopped walking, her hand in the crook of Jim's elbow, and smiled, then turned that smile on Jim. "Spock would fight for you, wouldn't he. He must be your second-in-command, Jim."

God had led them here to find him. Maybe there would be positions for the two men from Earth, as well, although one of them she did not know.

[to_boldly]

"He would," says Jim, sure of it. Spock doesn't recall his time in service as his First Officer on the Enterprise, but that's exactly what he is. He's Jim's, just as the Enterprise is Jim's, as will soon be the Prosperpina.

He looks to Zoe, eyes taking on an almost manic light. "It's what God wants, isn't it?"

[firstcylon]

"He's on our path," Zoe confirms, serenely, happily. It is all going according to God's plan. "God put him there, the first of your crew."