<USS Eagle> The Waiting Game

From: Jen <imsprite1@xxxxxxxxx>
To: usseagle@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2005 17:25:01 -0700 (PDT)
 
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  Ensign Melody had finished with the inventory, made the list and submitted 
the report. After that there, again, wasn't much to do. So she started to 
design the dress she wanted to wear when Malachi and her went to dinner. 
 
 Melody drew up and discarded many designs. This one too dressy, that one too 
revealing, (Mal was still only 14), too frilly, too plain. She wanted to look 
nice for Mal but she didn't want to over do it. She still wasn't sure about how 
the Captian felt about the whole situation.  She wondered if Malachi's father 
would "pay a visit" to sickbay to talk to her about it. 
  Melody was now even more nervous then she was before. She hadn't really been 
dated before. This would be her first date... ever.  She wondered if this even 
counted as a date. All this wondering and worrying she hadn't noticed she 
started to pace. She had spent so much of her time and energy trying to be sort 
of an embassador for her homeworld, trying to live up to everyones 
expectations, that she had failed to take any time out for a personal life. Was 
that the reason she was falling so hard? But no one had ever treated her like 
Mal treats her. No one ever bothered to pay her any attention as a girl. He 
thought of her not as Doctor Melody or Ensign Melody or Cadet Melody or Melody 
from Timonia newest addition to the Starfleet family but as a person, someone 
that maybe he had feelings for, maybe even could love her?  
  Was it wrong?  Was she leading him on because she wanted so badly to be loved 
by someone? No. Mal had had thoughts about her. But he was a 14 year old boy 
how many of the other women on this ship did he have those kinds of thoughs 
about? And that young princess. Melody was sure Mal had to have had some of 
"those kinds" of thoughts about her.
  And where would this relationship lead?  In a couple of years would Mal go 
off to Starfleet Academy? Melody shook her head.  Let time tell it's story was 
an old saying from her homeworld and that she would do. She looked at her 
cronometer. She still had too much time till the end of her shift. She did 
everthing she could to pass the time. Sickbay never looked cleaner, everything 
sparkled as if it was brand new. Even a logical vulcan would be impressed with 
how orgnized everthing was, not that they would ever show it. And when the 
first of the next shift personel entered sickbay Melody departed hastily, 
almost ran to her quarters, showered, replicated the dress she had decided on.  
The rather simple blue dress brought out the blue in her eyes and offset nicely 
her long, curly red hair. She put on some very light, flowery perfume.  She 
checked herself in the mirror then lastly she placed a necklace around her 
neck. Six  gold musical notes suspended on a white gold chain. The 
 notes
 were the ones that represented her true name. Te'Pelata Cor'Nonre. When sung 
ment the Sweetest Melody. Pleased with her apperance she headed for the Mess 
Hall.
 
Off:
 
Ensign Melody
Assistant Medical Officer
USS Eagle

                
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