"Adjustments" By Lt. Sara Crusher The gym was always empty this early in the morning, which was just how Sara liked it. It was her time to focus on the day ahead, to energize her self, and it was her time to really blow off steam. She also liked having the gym to herself because she could play what ever music she wanted and didn’t have to hear any moaning about her choices. The Beach Boys played as she ran on the treadmill. Her mind seemed to race just as fast as she was running as it tried to catch up with the rest of the world. Seven miles later, three of which were at an incline that matched perfectly to the sloped streets of San Francisco; Sara’s mind was no closer to it’s goal of understanding the world in which it lived any better then it had been before. Madonna played as Sara sat on the blue padded mat as she stretched and twisted in all kinds of exotic yoga positions. "Maybe I’m not meant to know all the answers to the questions I have." She thought to herself. Running opened her mind and the yoga allowed Sara to sort though the flood that was released. Once she got past that part, she was ready to work out some of her frustrations. The kick boxing dummy has received a lot of her attention as of late. The best part about this dummy was that it was a hologram and could be programmed to look and act like who ever she wanted it to be. It’s been her mother, Josh, Anthony, the Captain, the little prick in 3 forward that just pissed her off for some reason, it became a physical manifestation of the virus that nearly killed her, but mostly it’s been her own insecurities, uncertainties and doubts. Which is what it was now. Sara stood in the middle of the gym, her long red hair braided down her back, she was bare footed and dressed in blue silk shorts and a white t-shirt. The dummy stood across from her almost like a mirrored image. Only her red hair was shorter and she was about ten years older. The dummy made the first move and caught Sara off guard causing her to land hard on the mat. "Where the hell did that come from." She said as she got to her feet. She shook off the surprise and made the next move. The dummies never talked but Sara did. "I get it.." She said as she threw a high kick towards the dummy. "Thought you’d surprise me. catch me off guard like the Captain did with my promotion." She huffed as she repeated the same high kick with her other leg. The dummy countered and again Sara ended up on the mat. But this time she sprung up faster and was able to counter the dummy’s next move flooring her. "Just because I’m surprised that she picked me doesn’t mean that I’m not prepared for it." The dummy got up and Sara blocked her punches with ease at first. "I mean I am a Star Fleet officer and a doctor. I’ve been trained to adjust quickly." The dummy made contact with Sara’s upper chest and Sara stumbled backwards. "I never said I was completely ready for this. Ok I wasn’ t ready at all and yes it will take me time to adjust." She paused long enough to regain her footing and send a right jab into the jaw of the dummy. "But I will. I know I will." Sara was now on the offensive. "And as far as way she picked me... She believes in me and what I can do, so that’s good enough for me." The dummy slipped her leg beneath Sara’s and Sara came crashing down again. Sara quickly rolled over before the dummy could get a punch in. "I’m a good doctor. I admit it. I work hard and do my best and that is all anyone including myself can ask for me." The dummy was about to knock her down again just as she got to her feet. "But I still have a lot to learn.. I may need to ask for help and I can do that. There’s nothing wrong with asking for help that’s how you learn." But this time the dummy was the one on the mat. The exercise lasted another ten minutes until the warning alarm Sara had set went off, replacing Bon Jovi with a really annoying buzzer.. Sara grabbed her water bottle and towel and smiled as she left the gym. She had vented and it had felt wonderful, although she knew she would pay for over excreting herself later in the day. Sara entered her quarters with her towel around her neck and the empty water bottle, who’s contents she had drained during her turbo lift ride, and a smile. She threw the towel on the floor and the empty water bottle into the recycle bin before heading over to the replicater. She fed her pets and gave them fresh water, and ate her own breakfast of yogurt, half a bagel and coffee. As she sat at her small table, coffee in one had and a padd in the other, she looked over her new schedule. "I have a meeting with Commander Andros to go over what exactly the CMO’s duties are, a meeting with Dnalls to change my security codes, I have to evaluate the new AMO and I have to have the new shift changes and personal profiles into the Captain by the end of Alpha shift." Sara smiled. "All of this before I have dinner with Cy...... Cool." Sara stood from her table and headed into her bedroom where she laid out her uniform before jumping into the shower. Forty five minutes later she was standing in front of her mirror zipping up her uniform jacket. She couldn’t help but smile as the two gold pips that now adorned her collar brushed against her fingers as she adjust her collar beneath her jacket. After throwing her hair into a pony tail Sara headed out her door and down the corridor towards a turbo lift. News of advancement, heck news of any kind, traveled fast on a ship the size of the Banshee, and Sara was starting to pick up on the way the people passing her in the hall were acting. They still smiled at her, and waved, and said good morning. But few had called her by her name, it was now good morning lieutenant, and they all stood a little straighter. That above all else would be what Sara would have to get use to. Even the reaction in sick bay to her presence had changed. Sara walked into sick bay and in her normal perky way called out good morning to everyone. The gamma shift normally saw this as a good sign, cause it meant that the alpha shift was coming on and they could go home. The other alpha shifters found it annoying that anyone could be that damn perky first thing in the morning. But both groups of people seemed to be in high spirits. They all shook Sara’s hand and congratulated her and wished her the best and told her they looked forward to working for her, but not a single person called her Sara. "Ok." She said to get everyones attention. "Look guys... Yes things will be different around here. Things always change when someone new takes the lead... However, I am still Sara. I have not changed so much in the last 24 hours that you have to go all formal on me.. So unless protocol demands it, can we please drop the formal rank stuff." They all nodded their heads and Sara signed in relief as she walked towards her office. Then she signed again and threw her hands into the air when she heard to of the older nurses talking. "Lt. Crusher is such a sweet girl." One said. "She’ll do just fine when she gets use to the weight of that second pip." The other said. Sara fell into her chair and put her elbows on the desk and her head in her hands. She wondered if Morrigan ever had trouble getting use to what comes along with the new jewelry. When she finally lifted her head she noticed that the office had been striped clean down to it’s basics. It was almost eerie in a way to see this office, his office, now her’s in it’s sterile coldness with out all the personal touches that had once graced it. But then it dawned on her that it was now her’s to with as she wished. She glance around the room quickly to get an over all view and ideas as to how she would personalize it, when her attention was grabbed by something on her desk. It was a big black coffee mug with orange lettering that read.. "Lt. Tribbs...CMO" She laughed out loud and an unstoppable smile danced across her face. The mug was swiftly filled with coffee and sat with in reach on the desk as Sara reviewed the paperwork on the bodies that had been transformed to DS9. Sara laughed to herself, "My life just gained even more paperwork....." She smiled, "Bring it on." She said as she reached for her mug. "Excuse me Ma’ am?" Came a voice from the door. Sara looked up. "Oh nothing Ensign." Sara said with a smile. "What can I do for you." The ensign came into the office and smiled back at Sara. "Well Ma’am.. DS9’s CMO is asking to talk to you." Sara was about to ask why he wanted to talk to her, but stopped when she figured it out for herself. "Duh Sara.. Just Duh." She thought to herself as she thanked the ensign for the message and dismissed her. "Computer.. Contact the CMO of Deep Space Nine.. On screen here." "Ah.. Hello Banshee... I’ve been waiting for a call from you." The young man on the screen said with a smile almost a perky as Sara’s. "Dr. Julian Bashir at your service." He smiled again. "Although I must admit I was expecting a call from your CMO, Banshee.. Not that I mind at all talking to you?....." He paused a moment so that Sara could fill in the blanks. "Dr. Sara Crusher.." She had said that part many times before, but here came the new part. "Chief Medical Officer of the Uss Banshee." "There's coffee in that nebula!" -- Janeway (The Cloud)