Lost Part II
Posted on Sun May 28th, 2023 @ 8:13pm by Lieutenant Commander Hermia O'Rourke & Lieutenant Vura & Ensign Connor Turner
Edited on on Wed May 31st, 2023 @ 8:49pm
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Episode 14 - The Poseidon Adventure
Location: Various USS Pioneer and Poseidon Station
Timeline: MD007 1200 hrs
Connor's eyes remained widened. Did she not understand that he had a girlfriend?! What was she doing?!
"You DID break him, he's being nice!" She laughed but stopped and knocked at the office for the CMO. "Dr. O'Rourke? Ens. P'rar. Engineering. One of my guys needs his onboarding and we just finished in the Counseling office. You got a moment?"
Vura called out to Hermia, "Have fun with those two! I promise that it won't be dull."
"Good day, Ensigns." Hermia said. Turning to Conner she asked. "Name?"
The lanky ensign gulped. Was everyone on this ship female? First the ACEO, then the Chief Counselor, and now the CMO. Was this all a test? Where was Holly when you needed her? He looked squarely at the floor and squeaked, "Ensign Connor Turner, um, ma'am. Um, the Assistant, um, Chief, um, decided that I had to come here, um, immediately, um, after I repaired, um, the Counselor's console...."
Paisley smiled winningly, her blue eyes still dancing. "Actually, I just came to drop Mr. Turner off. I need to go repair the refrigeration system downstairs," she said. And maybe go back and chat to Vura for a minute; she had a lot of thoughts swirling in her head. "You can release him back to me OR the Quartermaster, I don't care," she said to the Doctor. "I'll be on Comms if you need me," the Carjoran said, turning around to saunter off. Her fun had been had, and she needed to finish her actual work. She'd mess with him more later.
"I'm not a dog," Connor protested weakly. "I don't need to be released to anyone's custody."
Paisley raised an eyebrow. "It's a turn-of-phrase, Turner. One I thought YOUR people invented," she said. "Calm down, I don't want you to come back to Engineering ANYWAY," she said. It was true; she'd rather gouge out an eyeball with a dirty decoupler than spend more time with this...this PERSON.
"You don't want me?" Connor asked shocked. Once again, he looked up at Paisley, his eyes blazing with fury. "I just transferred here and I'm the best computer specialist you will ever meet and from the way I've seen you treating your computers, this department needs me more than any other."
She stared, open mouthed for a moment. "Why would I want you to come back and bother me when you're doing THIS again?" She gestured around. "Baiting me, AGAIN." She shook her head. "BESIDES, you were the one to bring up seeing the Quartermaster. ALSO, I DID tell you that I hate computers and am not good at them. I can admit my own faults, unlike some people," she pointed to him, the other hand on her hip.
"Thank you, Ensign F'rar." Hermia said. "That will be all."
Connor swung his head to Hermia and breathed a deep sigh of relief.
Paisley was many things, but stupid wasn't one of them. When Hermia dismissed her, she simply shut her mouth, smiled, nodded, and saluted. "Yes, Ma'am. Thank you," she turned around and left the room, heading back towards the hallway, and then to the Mess hall.
Once Paisley was gone, Hermia said. "Ensign Turner, find a biobed, I'll call up your medical file."
Connor hurried over to a biobed, placed himself on it and remained silently on it with his head down, his PADD beside him. "So, um, uh, Doctor, how should I, um, address you? What would you, um, like to know?"
"I don't stand on ceremony, 'Doctor' or 'Doc' are fine by me, whichever you find more comfortable." Hermia replied.
"OK, um, Doctor," Connor replied nervously. "So, um, just sit here, then?"
"No, you lie down." Hermia said. "Its a full body scan, don't worry, its painless." She added with what she hoped was a reassuring smile.
"I'm not wor...worried," he told Hermia lying down. Of course, this meant that he might have to look into Hermia's eyes as she inspected him. "Do you, um, mind, uh, if I close my, um, eyes?"
"Not at all, do so, if it makes you feel better." Hermia said. She activated the bed and the data was transferred to both the medical database and her tri-corder.
"Is there anything that I need to know, that wasn't in your medical file?" She asked as she read the incoming data.
Connor closed his eyes and relaxed to the point that he was not completely rigid when Hermia was doing her scans. Like this, he was able to talk much more normally. "Medical files should reflect my irritable bowel syndrome and food allergies. Don't they?" he asked his voice starting to get shaky and high pitched as he considered that data might have been lost. Of course, a computer would not do that to him, would it?
"Yes, that's here." Hermia said. "There's some tightened muscles in your shoulders and back, have you tried therapeutic massage?" She asked.
All too quickly, Connor responded, "No!" He then softened his voice and corrected to a normal tone, "No, no, I haven't. Um, why, um, why do you ask?""
"Applied physical pressure has been known to release tightened muscles." Hermia said. "One of my nurses is trained in therapeutic massage, would you like me to set up an appointment for you?"
Connor gulped hard, "No. No. That's really not, um, necessary. Um, if I need that, um, I could just go to holodeck." His voice quickened, "There's nothing seriously wrong with me, is there?"
"No, apart from your IBS, you're as fit as a fiddle." Hermia said.
"Oh, thank goodness!" Connor breathed a sigh of relief. He sat up and looked into Hermia's eyes, then back down at his feet. "Thank you for making Ensign F'rar leave. Is she always like that?" he wondered.
"No problem." Hermia said. "From what I've heard, yes, she is always like that." She added.
"Oh, God! I should have stayed on Utopia Planitia," Connor immediately responded despondently. "I'm not sure how to deal with that as a boss. All I want to do is keep the computers happy. Is that so much to ask?" He looked up at Hermia, his eyes growing pleadingly.
"I'll try talking to her." Hermia said. "But, I can't promise, she'll listen to me." She added.
"And how can she not believe that I have a girlfriend? I mean, sure, we haven't seen each other, or talked to each other since graduating the Academy, about a year ago, but still...." Connor prattled on, not hearing that Hermia would talk to Paisley, still agitated. "I mean, that sort of thing is normal, right? Go on a starship, and lose touch for a bit?"
Hermia felt sad for the young Ensign. It was obvious to her that his girlfriend had ghosted him. Well, he had integrity, which was good trait. She could tell him the truth, but would he believe it or she could lie and tell him everything was fine. In the end she said. "Maybe its best you contact your girlfriend and see where things stand." She suggested.
"Do you think I should?" Connor asked innocently. "I mean, I don't want to bother her, or seem smothering."
"I think its best you contact her." Hermia said. "I don't think it will come across as smothering."
Connor's eyes were downcast. "Well, if you think so.... Um, maybe, um. I'll think about it."
"Good." Hermia said. "You're free to go now."
Connor did not have to be told twice. Avoiding looking at Hermia, he said, "OK, I guess I should meet up with the quartermaster, then. Thank you again for helping with Ensign F'rar." With that, he started heading to the door.
"No problem, Ensign." Hermia said. "Think about what I said."
A Joint Post By
Lieutenant Commander Hermia O'Rourke
Chief Medical Officer, USS Pioneer
Ensign Paisley F'rar
Damage Control Specialist, USS Pioneer
Ensign Connor Turner
Computer Systems Specialist, USS Pioneer
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