<USS Avalon> =/\= Last But Not Least =/\=
- From: FelicityRoanMO@xxxxxxx
- To: avalon@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2005 20:29:05 EST
=/\= Last But Not Least =/\=
a joint log by Cam Loyen and Felicity Roan
After waiting for Lieutenant Loyen to report in for more than a day,
Felicity decided it was time to track her 'rogue' Physical Therapist down.
"Computer, please locate Lieutenant Loyen."
The Lieutenant was in his office/therapy suite, on the other side of the
medlabs, when his comm chirped. "Loyen here." He tilted his head as he
looked
at where he'd put the massage table. It wasn't quite right there, but it
would have to do.
"Good afternoon, Mister Loyen. This is Doctor Roan, Chief of Medical
Services. Please stop by my offices when you have a chance, I'd like to talk
to
you." Felicity tried to sound official, and not cold and unhappy.
Since every time Cam had stopped by the CMO's office, she was out, he was
actually happy to hear from her. His voice was warm as he responded, "I'll be
right over, Dr. Roan." He tossed his ponytail back over his shoulder where
it belonged, and left the room, with one last glance back at the massage
table.
Felicity heard the chime and answered simply, "Enter." She was thankful
this was the last of these introductions she'd have to do for a while. Her
hospitality gene was just about tapped. She was more than ready to climb back
into her shell. "Mr. Loyen? Nice to meet you finally, I'm Felicity Roan.
Welcome Aboard." She held out her hand and smiled politely.
The hand that took hers was bronze-brown and muscular, with long square
fingers and neatly manicured nails. Cam gave her a wide smile, and turned on
every bit of his empathic charm. She seemed to need a little bolstering.
"Thank you, Doctor. I'm glad to finally catch up with you -- it seems our
schedules just haven't come together very well."
"As you probably have gathered, we have had a large influx of new staff, our
Commander fell ill and assorted other things, so I have been a bit
preoccupied. My sincere apologies for not ensuring your transition was a
smooth one.
In any case, let's start by finding out why you wanted to come be on a
starship? From there, I think we'll give you the remainder of the tour you
haven't had and review your medical files. Sound like a plan?"
He nodded, brushing back a few long pale hairs that had escaped the
ponytail. "I don't want to take up your time if you're busy with more urgent
matters," he said, his voice projecting the relaxation and cheer he felt she
needed.
Anyone who wasn't a complete clod would pick up on some of it, at least.
"But I'm glad of the opportunity to talk with you. I requested this posting
because..." Could he say it? "I was placed in the path of a wonderful young
woman, became emotionally involved with her, and then was asked to betray her
trust in me."
Felicity nodded, not wanting to pry into the young man's personal life.
"No, no no, not a bother at all, I make it a point to welcome all new crew, we
just haven't had so many at once and with side activities as well. I'm happy
to spend time getting to know you. I am sorry that a painful experience lead
you to us, but hope you will make the most of it. Let's start the tour
shall we?"
She got up and exited the office and walked outside and waited for him to
catch up. "Are there any areas you wanted to see but have not as yet?"
Cam followed, his stride easy and loose. "I haven't really looked around
all of Sickbay, not being a doctor myself, you understand. But I admit I'm
curious about it."
Felicity nodded simply and pointed to the main areas of note. "Just because
you aren't a doctor, doesn't mean your role won't be important. You never
know what we might ask you to do in a crisis. As you can see, this is the
main staging area and triage department. Through those doors is the surgical
and isolation wards. Over this way is the Equipment storage area and that
door
leads to the Counseling area." She tried to make this sound much more
interesting that it was in reality, but didn't want to bore the Therapist to
tears.
He chuckled softly, sensing her boredom with the routine explanation.
"Doctor ... only show me what's interesting to you," he suggested.
She turned and smiled, "Ahh, in that case, I have a lovely slide of
Morollian hepatitis that you might like to see, but alas, it would not help
you
become familiar with the ship. But thank you for the offer. What other
questions do you have? Are your living quarters and roommate working out
okay?"
Cam's laugh was genuine. "I can ask any security guard, or even the
cleaning crew, to show me the way if I get lost," he explained. "I'm much more
interested in the people I work with. If you've read my records, you know
I've
spent the last nineteen Earth months certifying combat-shocked officers as
ready to return to duty. So even though I'm assigned here as a physical
therapist and trainer, feel free to throw me in the direction of your Ship's
Counselor to help out there as well." He grinned. "And I'm happy to say that
seniority in rank does come with a few privileges -- such as single quarters.
Small, but adequate for my needs."
Felicity agreed, "True. I do remember my first roommate fondly. May they
live a happy life, on the other side of the galaxy. In any case, it seems
like you've acclimated yourself well to the ship so far. Your physical upload
seems sufficient to waive the normal one, I'll make a note in your file, just
for the formalities of Star Fleet. I really don't have anything else for
you. I am glad that you've joined us, albeit at a very chaotic time, but I'm
sure your skills will be more than useful."
Felicity smiled, "You are free to return to what you were doing. Please let
me know if you need any assistance. Nurse Georgia Lewis has also been here
for a longer time than I have, and she probably would be able to provide
additional insight, if you need help."
Cam bowed, a semi-formal gesture that from some people might have appeared
clownish, but he knew exactly what he was doing and pulled it off with grace
and finesse. "Thank you, Dr. Roan. I'll be sure to speak with Nurse Lewis
soon. Please feel free to stop by the therapy suite any time -- free
relaxation massages to senior officers," he added with a wink.
Felicity said simply, "Thank you. Have a nice afternoon." With a second
nod, she disappeared inside her lab, now thankful that the introductions were
over and the fun would really begin, the follow-up to ensure they were all
on-track.
He watched her go, wondering if she was so exhausted that she couldn't
loosen up, or if she was that formal all the time. He'd make a point to find
out
-- and to make sure she knew that he was firmly attached to someone else, and
not flirting with her. Which brought to mind his date with Kaera in just a
few hours. He'd have to come up with something very special for her ... and
that occupied his mind as he wandered back to his office.
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