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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Therapist is "The Rapist" Run Together== | |||
===by Brian V. Mansur=== | |||
SD 2261.031 | |||
Scene: Sickbay, USS HOOD | |||
"I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you," Sean sat muttering. | |||
It had taken an order from the Captain to get him back onto the exam table. | |||
His exact words had in fact been "No this is not a joke. Yes mister, march | |||
your butt to sickbay and submit to the doctor." | |||
Submit to the doctor? What the hell was he? The XO of the fraking ship or | |||
a dominatrix partner? | |||
And now his butt was cold. That was because he hadn't even bothered to tie | |||
up the stupid exam gown. Instead, he ground his teeth in dead set | |||
determination to not give Stile, and doubtlessly the Captain too, the | |||
satisfaction of seeing him squirm before any pretty nurses. There would be | |||
*no* pretentions of modesty today dammit. | |||
It was while he was scratching his left cheek that the perfunctory knock at | |||
the exam stall's doorpost came. He took a deep breath and in walked ... | |||
He blinked. "Hello mother." | |||
"Didn't disappoint you I hope," Mother said with a cheery smile. | |||
"I'm in no mood today mother." | |||
"Oh, you got a headache hon? That's okay. We can do it tomorrow night." | |||
Sean rolled his eyes. "I never knew off color was your thing. Just what | |||
has Stile cooked up for me this time?" | |||
"Me. As a matter of fact." | |||
"What?" | |||
"I've been promoted to ship's marriage counselor for a day. Stile thinks | |||
something is eating at you and he sent me in to find out what." | |||
"What?" he repeated. | |||
"Stile says you've been a bitch to live with ever since you came back from | |||
Outpost 8." | |||
"You have got to be kidding me." | |||
"He even tried to hook you up with Kiska thinking that might help. Tsk Tsk. | |||
Talk about a drop dead little hottie. And you gunned by her like a yellow | |||
stoplight. Now, I know you aren't gay, so why don't you tell me what is | |||
this all about?" | |||
Sean stared blankly. He hadn't realized he had been *that* irritable. | |||
NRPG: To Be Continued. | |||
Repectfully Submitted, | |||
Brian V. Mansur | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703 | |||
ASR: ORIGINS | |||
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