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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Fireside Chat== | |||
===by Lena Rose and Brian V. Mansur=== | |||
SD 2261.054 | |||
Scene: FIrst Officer's Quarter's, USS HOOD | |||
"Pardon me sir for being blunt, but I think I'm owed an explanation as to what is going on." | |||
"Miss Saxman, you don't owe me any courtesy right now. My ass is drunk and you just saved | |||
it from a letter of reprimand." | |||
"Not so drunk if you're able to talk this much, sir" she retorted, not able to find it in | |||
herself to completely break protocol. | |||
He shrugged at the point. "Maybe I didn't have as much as I thought." He looked at the | |||
bottle on the bed stand and tried to remember how much had been in it to begin with. "And I | |||
took a little something the doctor gave me. Maybe it is working." | |||
Kiska shook her head in disbelief. “You know better than to mix drugs and alcohol.” | |||
Again he shrugged. | |||
Frustrated by his ‘so what’ demeanor, she huffed away a stray strand of hair that had | |||
slipped from her ponytail. “I don’t understand. Why are you doing this to yourself?” | |||
“It’s personal, Miss Saxman.” He said quietly and then hiccupped. “Excuse me.” | |||
“Personal? Personal!” she bit back flinging her ponytail over her shoulder with a ‘to hell | |||
to protocol’. “Not when it affects me as well!” | |||
He held up his hands as though defending himself from a pistol whipping. | |||
"Nurse. Take a look at me. Do you really want to get acquainted with my demons? Don't you | |||
think you would be happier to leave it at a sincere apology?" | |||
Kiska thought about it for a second. She'd met enough substance abusers in her career to | |||
know how to handle them. | |||
"That isn't going to solve our problem. Respectfully sir, you're going to get help one way | |||
or the other. I will *not* spend the rest of my tour of duty worrying about what a drunk | |||
man might be doing with the ship that my life depends upon. I deserve more consideration | |||
than that. I already worry enough for my patients because of how the doctor abuses | |||
*himself*. So unless you want me to go straight to Mother with this, start talking. Sir." | |||
Even half drunk, Sean knew he had no choice. It would take no time at all for Mother to get | |||
her hands on the flight recorder for the deck he'd broken down on. And if the Captain knew | |||
...." | |||
"You're a dead ringer for my dead ex-wife," he said with a dry mouth. "She died on Vulcan | |||
when Nero hit it. She was only there because we couldn't make things work out." | |||
Kiska was in no mood now for sympathy. | |||
"So that's it? That's what all this is about? You screwed up in life like the rest of us. | |||
By bad luck something worse than usual happened because of it. And suddenly there is | |||
nothing for it but pity parties with irresponsibility and self-medication?" | |||
Sean did not answer. | |||
Kiska thought she was going to pull her hair out at the commander's pathetic behavior, but | |||
forced herself to be calm and at least somewhat sensitive. "She loved you didn't she? Do | |||
you think she wanted you to be like this?" | |||
"No. She wouldn't." | |||
Kiska shook her head. "Mother has had this talk with you already. Hasn't she." | |||
Sean looked up startled. | |||
"Thought so. I'd wondered what was going on the other day when she'd locked down sickbay. | |||
She spent what, about 4 hours with you? You know, I don't think I have that kind of | |||
patience. Nurse your pet guilty conscious if you must. But you're either the XO of this | |||
ship or you're not." | |||
She waited for him to say something. He hiccupped again, but when it was evident that he | |||
had nothing to say for himself, she got up to leave. | |||
"Saxman," Sean said suddenly. | |||
Exasperated she stopped and turned. "What, sir." | |||
He looked up at her. The corner of his mouth twitched upward. "You're going to make a | |||
kick-ass head nurse someday." | |||
"And you'll make a great XO when get your head out of your butt sir. And while you are at | |||
it, why don't you go get some religion in your life. It is obvious that you still believe someone | |||
is up there. What I see you doing in the next few days will make up my mind just what if | |||
anything I am going to tell Mother. Good luck and good morning Commander. | |||
As Kiska stepped outside, she started to tremble a little. She, a junior lieutenant, had just | |||
told off her superior officer big time. She didn't know if she should be proud, scared, or | |||
both. | |||
NRPG: See if *you* can spot Brian's tip of the hat to that "magnificient bastard" Ron Moore (see def | |||
in TVTropes.org). | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
Lena Rose | |||
LTjg. Kiska Saxman | |||
Nurse, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
ASR: ORIGINS | |||
and | |||
Brian V. Mansur | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
ASR ORIGINS | |||
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