<USS Avalon> "PMS"

"PMS"
Elijah Dareth and Melanie Redgrave 
 
It had just been one of those days where everything and everyone seemed to  
rub her the wrong way. Melanie sat in the small common room that she used for  
meetings, listening to reports from various members of her staff. At the 
moment  Pauly was going on about having restocked everything theyâd been low 
or out 
of.  She tapped her stylus on the table, with her legs crossed, and her back 
pressed  against the back of her chair. She was only half listening really, 
she didnât  even move until Christian Levy walked in. Melanie shot the young 
lab 
tech a hard  glare and tried not to hiss when she told him sheâd like to see 
him in her  office. 
 
After the meeting was over, with the young lab tech standing in from of her  
desk, Melanie didnât waste any time chewing him out over his constant 
lateness 
 for his shifts and staff meeting. At one point even the people out side her  
office could hear her raised voice. âYouâve earned yourself a yellow card,  
Mister Levy. I wonât hesitate to give you a red one and have you thrown out 
of 
 my department.â
 
When the room spun suddenly, Melanie was grateful for the fact that sheâd  
been sitting at her desk. She curtly dismissed the young man and then closed 
her 
 eyes against the dizziness. A faint voice in the back of her head was 
telling  her that sheâd promised Elissabeth if it had happened again sheâd 
got to 
sick  bay, but instead she just opted to head home. 
 
Eli looked up when Melanie walked in.  He'd expected her a little  earlier 
and had dinner already set out on the table.  "You're home late,"  he said 
offhandedly, coming to greet her at the door.
 
âNo later then youâve been coming in recently.â Melanie snipped as she  
headed for the bedroom while pealing away her uniform. The collar of her shirt  
was irritating her and she wanted it off. 
 
 "Woah, it was just an observation, not an accusation."
 
Tossing her jacket on the bed, and the rest of her uniform in the  
reclamation unit, Melanie searched her closet for her jogging pants and Man.  
United 
kit. âNice to know our security officers are so observant.â She muttered  
just 
loudly enough for Elijah to hear her if he were near the bedroom door. She  
pulled out her black jogging pants but couldnât find the red jersey, which 
made  
her blow air through her teeth before shouting. âWhere the bloody hell is my  
favorite kit!â 
 
"It's on the foot of the bed," he answered, "you wore it for awhile last  
night."  Biting back his irritation with her, Elijah stood in the  doorway.  
"What's wrong, Melanie?"
 
Picking up her jacket, Melanie huffed at the sight of her shirt in a heap  on 
the bed. She threw it in the pile of things to be laundered later and then  
went back to the closet to get her England national kit instead. âThereâs  
nothing wrong.â She snipped as she pulled the white jersey from itâs hanger 
and  
slipped it over her head and bare chest. 

"Yes there is... I haven't seen you like this since Elissabeth  had you 
pinned to the wall."  Oh, way to remind her of that,  Eli.
 
âLiked seeing that did you?â She spat at him as she walked past him,  
pulling her dark hair into a pony tale as she headed back into the living room. 
 â
All you blokes are the same. Seeing a scene like that always perks up your wee  
willies. What bullocks.â 
 
 "Damn.  That wasn't what I meant and you know it.  Now,  would you please 
tell me what's wrong?  Or would you rather I leave you to  whatever foul mood 
you're in?"
 
Melanie sat at the table and poured herself a cup of tea, then removed the  
stasis lid from the salmon and steamed vegetables Elijah had placed at her spot 
 at the table. She wanted to get something in her stomach before she got 
light  headed again. She was really going to have to stop skipping meals, 
though 
she  hadnât skipped lunch today. Maybe sheâd have to work in a snack now 
then 
to keep  her blood sugar level or something. âArenât I allowed to simply 
have 
a bad day  and be in a foul mood? I canât be little Miss blood perfect and 
sunshine all the  time.â
 
 Sighing, Eli moved over to stand behind her chair and placed his  hands on 
her shoulders, rubbing gently.  "I'm not asking you to be perfect,  Mel.  I'm 
here to share whatever your bad mood is, not have my head bitten  off.  I mean, 
it's one thing if I deserve it... "
 
The moment heâd touched her, Melanieâs reactions were no longer her own.  
Her eyes closed and her head leaned back until it was resting against his 
chest. 
 She could feel the warmth of his hands through the silk of her shirt. âYou 
donât  play fair, Love.â 
 
Leaning down to kiss the top of her head, Eli dug a little deeper into her  
shoulders.  "You wanna tell me what this is all about?"
 
âJust one of those days.â She replied with less venom in her voice. âWork 
 
was crap. Had to yell at a crewmen. Iâm still not feeling well. Iâm just 
PMSing.  Try not to take my snide attitude to heart. Iâll feel just awful 
about it 
in a  week when Iâm feeling better.â
 
"Mmm," he agreed.  "How about we have dinner and then I'll give you a  
massage while we watch an old vid or something?"
 
Melanie wondered if she should tell him about the dizzy spells, but then  
decided since they werenât anything to worry about there was no need to tell 
him  
about them. âThat sounds good.â She then tried to smile a little. âYou 
would 
 think having two sisters and a mother youâd be use to this.â 
 
"Uh, I'm still here, aren't I?"
 
Melanie laughed. âYou say that now. Lets see if your still willing to be  
here as much by the end of the week.â

"I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart."  He finally sat down at the  table to 
eat with her, saving the rest of the massage for later.  "So, is  there 
anything else?"
 
Melanie shook her head. âJust a bad day that could turn out to be a bad  week.
â Melanie sighed as she stabled at her food. âThough I admit the comment  
about seeing me and Elissabeth was uncalled for.â
 
 "I didn't mean it like that, hon, and you know it.  I said it  before I 
realized what it sounded like.  I just meant I hadn't seen you  that angry 
since 
then." 
 
Setting her folk down, Melanie suddenly didnât feel so hungry any more. âI  
know you didnât. I was talking about what I said to you. Besides, I wasn't  
exactly angry just bitchy.â 
 
 "Come on," Eli said, pushing away from the table.  He stood and  helped 
Melanie to her feet, then led her to the sofa.  He sat down and  pulled her 
onto 
his lap, rubbing her back gently.  "Tell me what's  bothering you, sweetheart.  
There's something else, I know there is."
 
Melanie was quiet for awhile. It felt really good to let Elijah take care  of 
her. Sheâd never admit it of course, but she liked being taken care of.  â
Thereâs nothing else, Love. The past few months have just caught up to me and 
 Iâ
m tired and donât feel well on top of having PMS. Itâll pass.â She 
allowed  
herself to moan as she felt his hands moving up her back. 
 
"Melanie..." he said with a bit of sternness to his voice.
 
âAck, Eli, donât use that tone.â Melanie whined as shifted on her 
loverâs  
lap so she was looking at him. âThereâs nothing else. Now either put on 
that 
vid  you were taking about so we can cuddle and I can doze off with your arms 
around  me, or Iâm watching last weekendâs matches and you know how worked 
up 
I get when  I watch football.â
 
âFine," He said, defeated, dropping his hand to his side.  "If you  don't 
want to tell me, I can't make you."
 
Melanie sighed as she moved off his lap and onto the couch beside him.  âEli, 
thereâs noting more to tell you. I mean what more can I add to I had bad  day 
and Iâm in a bitchy mood?â
 
"Nothing.  Maybe I'm wrong.  But Melanie, I'm hardly ever wrong  about these 
things and I feel like you're lying to me.  It's a feeling I  don't like," he 
told her a little coldly.
 
For a moment Melanie wondered if there was such a thing as sympathy PMS  
because it appeared it was Elijahâs turn to be moody. âLying to you? What 
the  
blood hell would I be lying to you about?â She snipped as she stood from the  
couch and glared down at him. 
 
"What would you be lying to me about?" he retorted, standing as  well.

Sheâd realize later that she was reading why to much into that  sentence, but 
for now anger flashed in Melanieâs dark eyes as she spat, âFuck  you, 
Elijah.
â She paused a moment before adding. âIâm going to bed.â Turning on  
her 
heel, Melanie blinked and staggered a little bit when the room didnât stop  
spinning when she had. 
 
When Melanie listed precariously to the side, Eli reached out and grabbed  
her, cradling her to him.  "Oh god, sweetheart, I'm sorry."  He led  her the 
two 
steps back to the couch and coaxed her to lie down.   "Melanie?  Are you 
okay?"  he asked, smoothing her hair from her  face.
 
These stupid dizzy spells were starting to become an annoyance and Melanie  
actually found herself becoming angry at them. âI spun around to fast.â She 
 
offered quickly as she closed her eyes against the lightheadedness. âElijah, 
I  
love you, but please, do stop asking me if Iâm okay. Iâm not lying to you. 
Iâ
m  not holding back on you. Iâm just tired and donât particularly feel 
well. 
I just  want to go to bed and have you cuddle with me. Alright Love?â
 
He took a deep breath, the worry evident on his face, "Okay.  Can I  get you 
anything?"  He helped her slowly to a sitting position and then to  her feet, 
guiding her step by step to the bedroom.
 
Melanie laughed as Elijah helped her to sit on the edge of the bed. âHow  
about a glass of cold water?â She watched with a bit of a silly smile as 
Elijah  
went back into the living room. That one was defiantly something else  
altogether, and he was all hers. She slipped off her jogging pants and then 
into  
their bed. She liked thinking of it as their bed, and as her eyes grew heavier, 
 
her smile grew a bit brighter at the thought. 
 
Elijah came back with her water to find her already asleep.  And it  was only 
18:30.  Shaking his head, he still wasn't convinced that she was  okay.  
Instead, Eli tucked her in tightly and went back to clean up the  outer room a 
bit.  Maybe she just needs a nap, he thought, trying to cheer  himself up.  But 
it just wasn't working.

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