<USS Avalon> Between Misfits by Ensigns Lyta Michaelson and Vevay Davis

Between  Misfits

by Ensigns Lyta Michaelson and Vevay  Davis

Lyta was sitting in the mess hall after being relieved by the  almighty 
Phillipa. Sometimes she thought that Phillipa was the Captain's  favorite, but 
frankly she didn't care. She was in space which is what she  wanted, and she 
was 
flying one of the top ships in the fleet. She was sitting  alone nursing her 
coffee watching all the others who had found someone wander in  and out.

Glaring at the large ice-cream sundae in front of her, Vevay  stabbed at it 
viciously, imagining it to be Fothen Tress's head.  Knob, she thought as she 
stabbed it again, fucking uptight,  self-righteous knob. They'd spent all 
afternoon training with B team, a fact  that gave the Bolian security guard 
ample 
opportunity to rub in how much better  his team was. It wasn't A team's fault 
that they had two new members, one of  which was Vevay.

Sighing, she shoveled some of the blue mixture into her  mouth, its cold 
sweetness making her flinch. She glared again and continued  nursing her 
dessert.

Taking another sip of her cold coffee, Lyta decided  it would be best to put 
it out of it's misery and dump it in the recycler.  Getting up, she took the 
cup and walked over to the recycler and tossed in the  cup. On the way back to 
her seat she noticed someone trying to kill an ice cream  sundae. She stopped 
in front of the killing machine, "I think you have about  killed it. Don't 
think you can do much more damage to it."

"I can try..."  Vevay said as she speared her spoon into it one last time. 
Flashing dark green  eyes as the observer, Vevay offered a tight-lipped smile 
and said, "Pity I can't  do it to the real thing, really. I'm V, by the way, 
Security Guard and Ice Cream  Assassin Extraordinaire."

"I would hate to be whom ever you are trying to  kill. Lyta, unknown driver 
of this vehicle. Nice to meet ya."

"Meh, that  prick will get his comeuppance soon enough. Have a seat, I've got 
ages before I  need to be anywhere and could use the company." Vevay smiled 
at Lyta, dimples  forming either side of her mouth.

"As long as you promise not to use your  spoon on me?" Lyta laughed as she 
sat down next to Vevay. "How come I haven't  seen you around the ship, not that 
I am a social butterfly?"

"I'm new,  only just been transferred, long story." Vevay shifted 
uncomfortably in her  seat, hoping this woman wasn't about to ask a hundred 
questions 
about why she  was on board. "Plus I don't eat out much normally. Only reason I 
am now is  because my roommate is driving me bonkers and my boyfriend's busy 
with his new  promotion and stuff."

"I don't get out much myself, seems that the CO  prefers to work with the 
higher ranking helm officer, so I get lots of time on  nights. Sorry to hear 
about your roommate? At least you got someone to talk to."  Lyta got the 
feeling 
that this person really didn't want to talk to  much.

"HA! All she does is whine about how untidy I am and how much she  misses her 
previous roommate. If you were to believe everything Lil says, this  Anna 
Jameson is some kind of holy saint." Pushing the remains of her ice cream  
away, 
Vevay looked up at Lyta. "Don't you have a roommate?"

"Ah the  mighty Anna Jameson, the newly promoted CMO, who used to work in 
security, or  rather special ops with a medical background. As for a roommate, 
nope don't got  one. Don't know if that is good or bad?"

"Bad, trust me. Having to share  your space with someone who you're not 
intimate with is definitely not my idea  of fun." Sighing, Vevay remembered 
Ffej's 
offer of moving in with him and it  scared her witless. "Admittedly, sharing 
with someone you are intimate with is  worse in some ways. Look, d'you want a 
coffee? Saying no now is your one chance  to escape before I bore and depress 
you completely."

"You're not boring  me. You're actually the first person I have met that is 
worth talking to. So,  sure I'll take another cup of joe. But be forewarned, I 
may be the one to bore  and depress you." Lyta just grinned.

"Why's that?" Vevay asked as she led  them to a replicator.

"Let's just say I don't lead a very exciting life,  have no love interest and 
don't seem to be going anywhere fast. Not exactly what  I had planned for 
myself when I left Alaska."

"You're from Alaska? Wow,  wish I was from somewhere as nice as that. Tell me 
about it?" Grinning, Vevay  sipped at her cup, burning her lips.

"There's not much to tell. Half the  year is dark and the other half is 
light. The only good thing is I would lay at  night during the dark months and 
stare at the stars and dream of one day flying  among them, that and it's cold. 
Where are you from?"

"Altair VI," Vevay  said bluntly. "So does that mean you've seen the aurora?"

"The lights?  Yeah, I've seen them, and I have to admit they are pretty cool. 
I could probably  replicate them on the holodeck sometime if you are 
interested?" Taking a sip of  her coffee, Lyta was surprised anyone was even 
interested in talking to  her.

"That would be so very cool." Vevay grinned again. "I saw the lights  at the 
poles over Jupiter once, just after I graduated. That was just truly  amazing, 
shame the science geek I was with ruined it by telling me the  scientific 
explanation for them."

"Never fear, no science geek here.  Anytime you want to check'em out let me 
know. It's about the only thing that is  peaceful around here. At least for me 
anyway?"

"It get kinda hectic  sometimes?"

"Actually, my life is rather boring. Sit at the helm for my  entire shift and 
then wait for my next shift. In between I am pretty much alone.  Can't seem 
to find anyone to spend time with. So tell me about this boyfriend of  yours?"

Flushing red, Vevay used her cup as a shield, sinking behind it,  suddenly 
intensely interested in the pattern. "He's gorgeous?" She chuckled.  "With big 
azure eyes and blonde hair and soft hands and strong arms and... and  he's 
acting Chief of Tactical and Special Ops at the moment," she finished, with  
obvious pride.

"Sounds to me like someone is in love. Hey, isn't that the  position that Lt. 
Cmdr Marksbury held?"

"Yeah," Vevay said, sound  worried. "She still holds it, she's coming back, 
she has to be."

"I  wouldn't worry, even if or when she comes back, I'm sure his work won't 
go  unnoticed. I've come to learn that the XO is a fair person, at least she 
has  been with me."

"Not met her, is she nice?"

Lyta looked at her new  found friend, or hopefully new friend, "Every time I 
have worked with her she  has been nice. Pleasant too. Easy to work with."

"I'm not likely to meet  her though, doubt I'll be here very long," Vevay 
said sadly.

"Why do you  say that? You just got here and we are on a new mission. I don't 
think they will  be sending anyone away."

"Oh, they won't send me away, but I can already  tell that I'm not gonna fit 
here. Don't get me wrong, I want to, it's just..."  Vevay sighed, swirling her 
coffee around in its cup. "I don't really understand  how things work."

Now Lyta was confused. "What do you meant you don't  really understand how 
things work? Who did you have a run in with and if it was  Cmdr Sierra I 
wouldn't worry about it."

"Nah, the Commander's a wanker  but he's kinda harmless." Downing the last of 
her drink, Vevay shrugged, not  really wanting to get into the whole 'Fothen 
Tress' situation. "Let's just say  that I don't share the views of some of my 
coworkers."

"Listen, I can't  tell you want to do or think. I can only tell you what I 
know. Most people  around here will give you a fair shake if you return the 
same. Quit knocking  yourself. I'm not going to ask you what those views are, 
if 
you want to tell me  that's fine, I'm a good listener if nothing else."  Wonder 
what the hell she is talking about.

"It's okay, sorry, I'm  probably confusing the hell out of you. I'm told that 
I have a tendency to talk  in half-finished thoughts."

"No problem, like I said I am a good  listener. Anytime you wanna talk let me 
know. Although you do have my curiosity  up as to what those opinion's might 
be."

"Just that any enlisted  personnel are only useful to be fodder that do what 
officers are to 'good' to  do." Vevay scowled, imagining Tress's head 
imploding from all of his stupid  ideas.

She'd heard that before. "Some officer's can be ass holes, I've  learned to 
just do my job to the best of my ability, in other words, do my time,  then go 
off duty and release the pressure in the holodeck or in a good game of  
hoverball."

"But I used to enjoy my work. I was good at it too, even if  we are the 
ground pounders of Starfleet." Shaking her head, Vevay could feel her  
temperature 
rising.

"And I am sure once you find your niche you will be  just as good here. They 
don't put schleps on the Avalon. Only the best and  brightest, which means 
someone out there thinks you must be pretty good so don't  put yourself down so 
much. Besides, I just met you and I like you and think you  will do just fine. 
But that's just my opinion."

"Thanks," Vevay said,  smiling. "I like you too."

"Looks like we have a mutual admiration  society going here. So, what are you 
doing for say the next hour or  so?"

"Nothin'," Vevay sighed. "Ffej is fiddling around on the holodeck,  so I've 
nothing to do but go back to my quarters and listen to dear old Lil talk  about 
Jameson AGAIN."

"Well, if you're interested we can go to the  holodeck and check out the 
stars and lights over Alaska? That is if you can  stand the company?" Lyta 
chuckled slightly, but was glad to have found someone  else to talk to besides 
herself.

"Sure thing, I'd like that." Smiling,  Vevay stood, feeling a little better 
about things with her new friend. Just  hope it lasts, she thought.

"Then let's go. I must warn you it might  be a bit cold so we'll have to make 
sure to have some warm coats. From now on  whenever you need to talk just 
call me, okay friend."

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