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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: A Visit From Christmas Past== | |||
===by Lena Rose and Brian V. Mansur=== | |||
Scene: Deck 7, USS HOOD | |||
[NRPG: 0300, same night as Mansur's "Indulgence"] | |||
That night Kiska began her rotation to the night shift. More than once she | |||
caught Mother eyeing her in a strange but quiet way. It felt as though Mother | |||
was seeing something in her that no one else was. It didn't take long for the | |||
stolen looks to the nag Kiska to the point that she just wanted to scream, | |||
"WHAT?" so that Mother would stop. It figured that when Kiska was finally about | |||
to say something to Mother, the head nurse got called away to a patient. | |||
Afterward, the evening grew busy with the bustle of routine and drills. Kiska | |||
never did find another chance to talk to Mother alone and before she knew it, | |||
the head nurse went off duty. Kiska spent the rest of the shift alone pondering | |||
the situation. The night in sickbay proved uneventful and Kiska was only too | |||
happy to see it ending. Her feet were killing her and she had not had anything | |||
to eat. | |||
At last, she said goodnight to the remaining staff and headed down the corridor | |||
toward the gym for a before-bedtime workout. The ship was quiet and quite empty | |||
at the 0300 hour. As Kiska walked along, she lost herself in her thoughts. So | |||
as she rounded a corner she nearly collided into none other than Commander | |||
Merrick. | |||
The encounter was so abrupt and unexpected that both gasped in surprise. Kiska, | |||
hand to chest, was the first to recover. She started to apologize to the | |||
Commander with a relieved laugh, but the look on Merrick's face stopped her | |||
cold. | |||
Merrick had been making his inebriated way to retrieve a communicator he | |||
believed he had forgotten in the gym's locker room. Upon seeing Kiska, he went | |||
goggle eyed. In his adled mind, he *knew* that he was looking at a ghost and he | |||
did what most people did when they saw one. | |||
He fell to his knees. | |||
Striken pain and remorse etched into his suddenly pale white face. Tears | |||
flowed. From trembling lips, he began to babble, "My God Jeri! My God I'm so | |||
sorry. I would have done anything. I would have begged God to take your place. | |||
Believe me I wish it were me who had died and not you!" | |||
He reached out imploring. Frightened and bewildered, Kiska took a step back. | |||
Sean saw her rejection and fell face down sobbing. Had he been a soul damned to | |||
hell, he could not have looked more miserable. | |||
As he wept, Kiska looked about feeling nakedly embarrassed for them both. Thank | |||
heavens it was middle of the night or else there would have been people crawling | |||
on this deck for PT. | |||
Kiska didn't know what was going on or who Jeri was, but she felt her superior | |||
officer's suffering and moved to help him without further hesitation. She knew | |||
she had to get him out of the corridor immediately. There was no way she could | |||
to take him into sickbay in his conidtion. He smelled of alcohol and she really | |||
didn't think he deserved that kind of humiliation. You don't kick a man when he | |||
is down. Whatever Sean was going thru, it was tearing him apart and somehow | |||
Kiska's very presence had twisted the gears of torture inside him to the point | |||
that the man had finally broken. | |||
She knelt down beside him and gently pulled him up to his feet. As she wrapped | |||
an arm around his waist and placed one of his own arms around her neck,she | |||
whispered, "It's okay sir. Just come with me. Everything is going to be fine." | |||
Sean looked into her face. A glimmer of hope at her kindness showed there for a | |||
moment. Then dismay mixed with horror and utter humiliation followed as he at | |||
last recognized Kiska. | |||
Putting a hand to his forehead, he managed to utter, "Oh. Hell." | |||
"Right sir," Kiska replied. "Come on, we'll get you back to your quarters." | |||
"I'm so sorry about this Lieutenant," he began. | |||
"Just concentrate on putting one foot," she said as he stumbled a few steps, "in | |||
front of the other, sir." | |||
NRPG: The conversation. Should be an interesting one. | |||
Awesome Job Brian for making this post much much better than it start! High | |||
fives ya! | |||
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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