<USS Avalon> "No Rest For the Wicked"
- From: Lyryn Cate <wistful_fancy@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: avalon@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2005 23:52:46 -0800 (PST)
No Rest For the Wicked
By Lieutenant Commander Anthony Manson
and Senior Lieutenant Elissabeth Marksbury
Anthony walked down the corridor, wondering if Elissabeth would mind a visit.
He hadn't spoken to her since everything happened, and considering repairs were
too many to do, having some time to spare was actually a blessing. Anthony
stopped at the door to her room in sickbay, tapping on the chime a little
hesitantly.
Elissabeth was sitting up in bed, legs tucked up under her. The second
treatment had been given that morning and she was starting to feel a little
less sick. Or maybe it was her talk with Caine. It really helped to say all
that out in the open. Having gotten someone to bring her padds, she was working
on the rigorous detail of preparing all the reports - the "official" ones and
the classified ones.
Looking up, she wondered who was next in the long line of "fix her, cheer her
up, lend her an ear" visitors. "Come in," she said idly, returning her
attention to her work.
Anthony walked in, noticing Elissabeth was working. He cracked a smile, "No
rest for the wicked, huh, Elissabeth?"
"That's what I tell my minions anyway," she smiled, looking up. "Hey you. 'Bout
time you showed up to torture me too."
"Oh, I?m hurt, and here I thought I'd recruit you to do some cleaning with the
nacelles," Anthony smiled. "So I?m sure everyone asked you the usual questions,
and it's my turn - how are you?"
She stuck her tongue out at him.
Anthony laughed, "I take that as a 'fine, thank you'."
"Indeed." Once he reached her beside, Elisabeth reached out and gave him a
quick hug.
"So when are you out of this place?" Anthony asked, letting her go.
"Tomorrow, I think," she sighed. "It's about to drive me nuttier than I already
am. I hate being confined. I hate being weak even more than that. And then add
to that a steady stream of visitors who care for my well-being, which just
totally turns my world upside-down." She shook her head and looked up at him
with a hint of mischievous smile, "I need isolation."
"Know that all too well," Anthony replied, "I'll go. Don?t want you going
crazy."
"Too late, and I didn't mean you, you know. Sit. Tell me stuff that's
happening. Please. Isolation with information," she amended.
"Well, there's really nothing going on. Repairs are under way, slow, and one
too many," he thought about it for a second as he sat on the stool. "Uh..
that's really about it. The quarantine on deck thirteen is still in effect..."
"Quarantine?"
"Oh, yeah. That stuff that Romulan beamed over," Anthony started. "Something
went wrong and quarantined part of the deck. Half the engineering team are
stuck down there. And apparently, I was recently informed the Romulan is in
there with them."
"Why isn?t the Romulan in custo-" She stopped as chaos seemed to erupt in
sickbay outside her door. Furrowing her brow, she looked to Anthony, "What's
going on?"
Anthony got up from his seat, "Don't know." He immediately saw a few of the
engineering crew. Not wanting to bother the medical staff, Anthony tapped his
combadge, "Alder, what's up in sickbay?"
"There's been a site to site transport from deck thirteen. The medical staff is
busy, but they've reassured that we won?t be needing a quarantine in sickbay."
"Thanks," Anthony said, looking intently on the patients.
The link was cut and Anthony turned around, "You heard, right?" Referring to
his update with Alder.
"Yeah..." her face was a mask of confusion. "What in the hell was the Romulan
doing down there? Why didn't Sierra have him in custody, questioning him?
That's his job, isn't it? His duty to the 'Fleet?" She spoke with a lot more
bitterness than she realised she was holding inside.
He frowned, "Apparently you're not alright. Care to tell me where that came
from?"
Blowing out a slow breath, she looked at Anthony. "I'm sorry, sir. Please just
disregard that."
The frown deepened as he folded his arms instinctively, "Sir? You're off duty,
Elissabeth, don't sweat it so much. Does Sierra really get to you like that?"
"Now this is where it gets fuzzy, isn't it? Am I talking to my superior officer
or my friend? Or both?"
He cracked a smile, "More friend than officer. Now spill it."
"Sierra and I have never seen completely eye to eye on things, but I thought it
was getting better." She stopped and looked up, wondering how much to continue
saying.
"Oh," he replied and shrugged, "I've never really had to work with him, so I
wouldn't know. But he did his job. It was by the Romulan's request he stay and
figure out what was happening."
"I want out of his department."
"You two work within the same department, and you're part of one of his
security teams. To completely be out of it would be a blow to security,"
Anthony replied cooly as he sat back down. "But if it's what you want, I can
pass it by the Captain."
"Maybe I'm just being a baby, acting like I'm unable to put aside differences
and work with him, but every time I think about it, I see him standing in that
doorway telling me that if I had been looking out for Starfleet interest and
personnel that there would be one less body in the morgue."
"He said that?" Anthony asked a little startled, but shook his head, "He wasn't
there. None of us were. It was you and your team. That's out of line."
"Tell me about it. He's been nothing but arrogant and condescending ever since
I've been under his command, but that was just too damn much. You think I'm
wrong here? I really am thinking about requesting that my department be made
separate from his and leaving Security Team A." She shook her head lightly.
"And then I tell myself to grow up and get over it."
"As I said, I never had to work with him. And I could pass the request to the
Captain. What he said wasn't right. You and your team did the best you could
under the circumstance given. You were all short on time, the Avalon was in the
midst of battle, and you had a time limit." Anthony shook his head, "Definitely
out of line. I think the more positive aspect is that you didn?t lose your
entire team, that most of you came home. I know I?m happy to see you here."
She offered him a small, but genuine, smile. "Thanks. I'm really glad to come
back. It got... well, let's just say I wasn't sure I'd make it back and that's
not something I'm ever going to get comfortable with feeling."
"I know that feeling," he mumbled. "Anyway, I gotta get going. I?m supposed to
take over while Alder gives a hand to an engineering team on deck six."
"I understand that. Not everyone is lucky enough to lounge in bed all day like
me," she sighed, obviously frustrated.
"Minus the reason why you're here, I wouldn't mind being in bed." Anthony gave
a reassuring smile, "Take it for what it is. You're not out there with the
chaos."
"Trying to keep perspective, sir. Now get back to work," she winked at him.
Anthony mocked a salute as he headed out the door and Elissabeth picked up her
padds, beginning to work once again, hoping to get her mind off of Sierra and
his words that just wouldn't leave her.
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