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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Making It To Morning</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 10-8-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81008.1224<br> | |||
Scene: Krysa's quarters<br> | |||
MD: 2.0100<br> | |||
Krysa had dressed for bed, but was now sitting on the couch in her | |||
living room, unable to sleep. Her thoughts keeping her awake. She had | |||
no idea how to handle this new factor which had now been entered into | |||
her life. She'd never had a relationship where she hadn't known the | |||
rules before entering. | |||
Her relationship with Jack during her academy years had always been | |||
for fun and companionship. She'd known then that there was never any | |||
hope of commitment there. He's heart was already taken by his career. | |||
She'd known that and accepted it. And if it hadn't been for his | |||
friendship she wasn't sure she'd have made it through the academy. | |||
He'd been a great support. | |||
Of course with Kavan, plans had been made and decided when she was | |||
just an infant. As much as she'd fought it, there had never been | |||
another choice. Though there were times she wished, for Kavan's sake, | |||
she'd refused her fathers wishes. But her father always won out in | |||
the end. Unfortunately in this case, it didn't have a happy ending. | |||
Krysa brushed away a tear that slid down her face. She did miss him, | |||
despite the guilt she felt over his death. It was the fact that he | |||
had been happy with her on the FEYNMAN that gave her any solace at | |||
all. She knew that had he lived, they could have been very happy. But | |||
the fates had decided otherwise. | |||
She knew that she partly blamed Dee for his death as well, since | |||
she'd been instrumental in the circumstances that led to his death. | |||
Which was a big part of why she'd been upset that the Captain had let | |||
her go so easily. But now .. now it made sense. He'd been protecting | |||
her two-fold. Not just from Dee's mind control, but also from her | |||
manipulation of his feelings. | |||
She remembered the first time she'd ever spent anytime with him. | |||
She'd been an Ensign, fresh out of the academy, excited to be on her | |||
first mission. He had been Lt. Commander Zane then, the FO of the | |||
FEYNMAN. She'd liked him instantly and they had gotten along well. | |||
He'd been the one to give her the Bridge Officers test and thanks to | |||
him it had been one of the most enjoyable and exhilarating | |||
simulations she'd ever done. | |||
In the time they'd served together she'd come to respect him first as | |||
the FO and then as the Captain. She trusted him and they'd become | |||
friends. She'd known something was wrong when he'd been there to | |||
greet the shuttle's carrying her parents and Kavan's parents, but | |||
she'd never bothered to follow up on it. | |||
She even remembered his somber mood at the engagement party. Which of | |||
course now made sense. He'd had enough respect for her to not say | |||
anything as she made her decision to follow tradition and her fathers | |||
wishes. | |||
She knew he tended to be closed mouthed in personal matters and as a | |||
counselor she had respected his right to do that. Until tonight. She | |||
had pushed too far and gone beyond where any good counselor or friend | |||
should ever go. And now everything was different. She had been so | |||
caught up in making sure she got her answers .. | |||
She sighed, "Well this is getting you nowhere, Lieutenant," she | |||
admonished herself. "Computer, lights off. Play Bach, French Suite | |||
No. 1 in D minor." As the music began, she headed into the bedroom | |||
and crawled under the covers determined to rest her mind and her | |||
body. She could think about things tomorrow. | |||
****<br> | |||
MD: 2.0700<br> | |||
Krysa awoke, the French Suite No. 1 still playing softly. As she sat | |||
up the world still seemed so strange. Everything looked familiar, yet | |||
it was all different. | |||
"Computer, stop music." | |||
She got out of bed and ran a steaming hot water shower. While this | |||
wouldn't help her solve any great problems emotionally, it would | |||
definitely make her feel better physically. | |||
Water so hot it made your pores tingle was definitely one of the most | |||
enjoyable ways to relax in Krysa's book. And she felt a desperate | |||
need to relax. It was still over two days away until they reached the | |||
Serapis debris field. In those two days the crew was in desperate | |||
need of something fun. Perhaps a ball game to set minds at ease | |||
before they had to deal with the gruesome work of investigating the | |||
wreckage. It was definitely something she should mention to the | |||
Captain. | |||
She sighed as she realized out easily that had come out. They had | |||
come to work together so easily. So why did things seem so different | |||
now. Perhaps if she just went on as though she hadn't pried last | |||
night she could make things back to the way they were. Even as her | |||
training told her this was impossible, she set out to do just that. | |||
As she dressed and brushed her hair she had the computer read off her | |||
list of things to do for the day. There really wasn't much to do, as | |||
most everything was in place and ready for when the reached the | |||
debris field. And that which wasn't yet ready was being worked | |||
diligently on by CPO Smith, the Ops department Delphi Operator. The | |||
Delphi array was an interesting section of the FEYNMAN. As a detailed | |||
sensor, it fell under both Operations and Science departments. Not to | |||
mention engineering to keep it fully functional. She had been | |||
fortunate enough to place Sarah Smith as Delphi Operator. Sarah | |||
seemed to get along with everyone and so far since she'd taken the | |||
position there had been no disputes over the array. Before, it had | |||
been a virtual hot bed of disagreement between departments. | |||
Checking her appearance one last time in the mirror she ran out of | |||
her quarters to make it to the bridge for her shift. She was already | |||
running late. | |||
****<br> | |||
MD: 2.0810<br> | |||
Krysa arrived ten minutes late. The Captain was in his chair when she | |||
stepped off the turbolift. He looked at her his expression vaguely | |||
blank. Krysa realized he was as unsure as to how to continue as she | |||
was. "Sorry I'm late, sir," she said. | |||
"Sleep in, Lieutenant?" | |||
Krysa grinned, hearing the easy tone in his voice. "Actually no, just | |||
had a slow morning." She then moved to relieve the Gamma Ops. She | |||
breathed deeply, glad that far things seemed fairly normal. Of course | |||
she'd not yet truly met his gaze yet. One step at a time .. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn.<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: So do we wanna do a ball game or something or just head | |||
straight on to the wreckage? | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
--<br> | |||
Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | |||
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm<br> | |||