<USS Banshee> "Building New Bridges"
- From: "Brad Ruder" <GroundZero@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: ussbanshee@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2003 22:14:01 -0800
?Building New Bridges?
& Ensign Joe Castillo
had descended on the Banshee. Crew rotations were severed down and
one doctor was on call. Dr. Ariel Price was in an office around the
corner while Josh sat - shirtless - on the biobed. The wound was
healing nicely. Dr. Price said that the first round had coagulated
nicely, but the second round would have to wait for another hour so
the residue of the first would be clean.
So there he sat.
The cold surface of the biobed kept him from sleep and his
mind wandered to his mother, the ship, and his fellow crewmates.
There were so many things gallivanting through his mind he couldn't
stay focused. His mind was in turmoil.
After making sure
the bridge had been returned to order by the timely return of the
valiant Commander Andros, Joe sent out a couple of teams of security.
Since Lieutenant D'nalls had decided to stay on Cardassia to aid the
Legate he had been acting chief of security. He cherished the
challenge, but the he thought the stress of the job was going to
prematurely turn his hair gray ? he was definitely counting the hours
since D'nalls had left.
Comforted by the site of the Commander
on the bridge, he had send security personnel to bring to sickbay
anyone who had injured themselves falling when they had been put to
sleep by the unnatural white gas. Giving that order immediately
reminded him of what Lieutenant Asper had looked like. Joe hadn?t
had a non-business conversation with the lieutenant yet but he seemed
troubled and Joe thought he could use some company. Misery loves
company after all. And Josh was definitely miserable.
first got on the Banshee he'd thought he'd finally show people he
wasn?t a wallflower; just serious about his duties but he?d had more
work thrust on him so he hadn?t had a chance to make friends. He was
thinking ?Hey, I made one friend in sickbay,? remembering the nice
conversation he had had with Sara as he walked into sickbay and saw
Asper on the biobed not yet completely healed yet.
managed to get his eyes closed for a fraction of a second, his
thoughts drifting to his mother and the calm that had come over him
as he finally let go of her essence. He was at peace with himself,
with everyone. Soothing thoughts or not, it the peace and solitude
was short lived. His eyes fluttered opened and he turned to the
door, barely making out a figure coming towards him in the haziness
that the onset of sleep had brought him.
He rubbed his eyes
roughly, fighting away the sleepiness and bringing himself back to
reality that he'd tried to elude for days since his emotional
rollercoaster had started. Ensign Joe Castillo stepped through the
door. Josh smiled, propping himself up on his elbow and rubbed his
bare chest with the other hand - carefully exploring the healing
The acting chief of security was handsome, physically
fit build, and had that look and aura of determination that
accompanies fine Starfleet officers. Josh figured he'd be in the
command seat one day. "Evening Ensign," Josh started, making eye
contact, "I hope all is in order on the bridge?"
Still in his
workout shorts he had been wearing when the whole situation on the
bridge had begun he all of a sudden noticed he was very dirty from
his trip trough the Jeffries Tubes to get to the bridge at the behest
of the lieutenant. He was reminded of t because of the almost 100%
sterile environment of a sickbay; he was some what acquainted with it
since security was often the first people on the scene and advanced
first aid was required in the security stream at the
Joe noticed that the wound on Josh's side was not
completely healed yet. "After I arrived with a full team of armed
security anyone who would have been foolish enough to cross the
Commander thought better of it." Joe smiled remembering the fire in
the eyes of the Commander when he started barking out orders to get
his ship back under control. "That wound looks like its healing
nicely sir, but you should avoid touching it until it?s fully healed.
I came to see how you were doing because it looked kinda bad when I
first saw it and I was worried about you."
"At least someone
is." Josh muttered as he ceased his movement of examining the gash
on his side. He managed to sit up more, gazing about the room and
then at the ensign. "Call me Josh. I'm not on duty." He smiled as
he could envision Andros' eyes glowing a heinous red as the look of
tyranny and violence crossed his features with the mission of setting
thing back straight. He'd been glad he was out of it and hauled to
The workout shorts were a bit casual, but accented
his features in the most powerful and commanding way. He had a
presence, Josh couldn't describe it, but a presence of intense
supremacy was there - waiting to be set free. "What were doing
before this fiasco started?" Josh was curious.
" No problem
sir, I mean Josh. Besides being bored out of my mind you mean? I
was going to kill some time by putting some of the new recruits we
got on DS9 through a training exercise." Joe was glad he had been
invited to call Josh by his first name. He belatedly remembered to
add, "And since I?m not technically on duty either you can call me
Joe, that is unless of course you prefer ensign." Joe trailed off
letting his insecurities get the better of him; funny before he ever
went to Starfleet no one besides his dad ever made him feel that
But the point of his visit to sickbay was to try and
cheer up Josh and try and make a new friend. Joe kicked himself for
talking before he thought again and not immediately responding to
Josh's comment about ?At lest someone is?. "Of course people care,
Josh, you?re a great Tactical officer people look up to you, and I
hear you?re a great pilot too. You know I've been meaning to get
tested to qualify to pilot a shogun, I think the commander and I are
going to spend some time during shore leave getting that
Shaking his head he stood, giving in to bending over to
relieve the pain emanating from his phaser shot. "I know, I know,
but it seems like people either fear me or look down upon me. It's
different from the USS Iliad, my previous ship. There you were cared
about, because if you died or got hurt it mattered. Here, you are
simply replaced and forgotten about." Josh maneuvered himself back
onto the biobed.
He fought the urge to cringe at the pain in
his side, but remained content on looking into the eyes of this young
ensign. He was so full of hope, but there was a lack of
self-confidence that Josh only barely picked up on. "Getting to fly
a shogun is total freedom, it'll do you good - and the ship - if you
get tested and passed. If you need help studying or practicing, let
Josh smiled as his hand went back to rubbing the
wound. It hurt like hell - Josh wouldn't deny it. And he felt
vulnerable, especially to someone of lower rank, sitting there with a
gash the size of the Banshee herself on his rib cage. Josh felt as
if he could be targeted.
Noticing the wincing and pain Josh
must obviously be in "Josh it really would be best if you held still
till that?s taken care of. I can tell you were just like me as a
child couldn?t hold still for more than 10 minutes always running
around doing something." Joe smiled recollecting the fond memories.
"I haven?t gotten that impression of this ship since I've been on.
Sure I've been pretty busy, but everyone on this ship seems to me
like they?re hard workers and serious about their jobs. Maybe people
would get along better if we actually had a counselor on the ship,
but the few people I've met are pretty nice."
problem. Worried more about their jobs than relationships, and
worried about their careers more than the value that they get from
enjoying life. More and more common, I'm afraid." Josh sighed
outwardly. "You've got to embrace life, no matter how you do it."
"Wise words Josh, I like to think that I haven't been more
worried about my work more than I've just had too much of it. I hope
you didn?t get that impression of me; although I take my job
seriously human life and interaction is very important to me. That?s
why I picked the security stream, even though I love piloting because
I wanted to be able to protect lives and even be able to keep them
alive long enough when the need arises."
"You know what you
need to work on? People's ideas and thoughts of you mean absolutely
jack." Josh smiled, cradling his side again. "I chose tactical
because I wanted action, but my background is security. When work
drags you done you have to get away and crawl back on top. That's
what friends and intimate partners are for, the helping hands that
get you above the stress and pain and back into pleasure and
Joe frowned realizing he probably took the wrong
approach at the academy; instead of studying alone he could have
joined study groups. "Too true too true. I guess because of the
arguments me and my dad always had and the pain they caused my
mother, I avoided people subconsciously and dealt with things on my
own. It's weird thinking back on it now, I was pretty popular in
school and I flirted with a lot of girls and I wasn't shy, but no one
really knew me because I solved all my problems on my own. I've
never really had close intimate friends to help see me through tough
times, although I've been there for plenty of people since I?m a good
listener. I always just went and hit the weights to relieve stress
and to work things out in my mind."
Josh nodded, "My father
passed away when I was sixteen. I didn't take it well and ended up
in a juvenile detention facility until I turned eighteen. I saw some
rough things. I hit the weight too when I was stressed." Standing,
Josh hobbled over to Joe. "If you ever need a friend to talk to, to
run with, to workout with - anything - give me a call." Josh nudged
Joe; "I flirted with my share of people too."
Joe smiled and
then put on a stern look on his face, "Great, I?d like that morning
run before our shift, but am I going to have to post a guard here and
hold you at phaser point for you to hold still? You?re going to
aggravate that wound. And, listen, if you ever feel down you can
come to me. I might have never gone to anyone when I had problems of
my own, but I?m a great listener and people always came to me. So if
you're ever feeling down come talk to me, I?m the guy in the security
office with tons of PADDs to fill out and no one ever tells anything
to me until the shit hits the fan."
"I should be healed by the
morning, Doctor Price - " Josh perked his eyebrows in marveling in
her beauty, "says that I'll be up and running in no time. I hope she
was speaking literally." Josh became solemn, "Thanks for offering
your ear, most people don't understand that that is a blessing in
disguise. I'll see you tomorrow, o-four-hundred, for a run on the
holodeck?" Josh looked at him inquisitively.
Joe smiled and
offered his hand. "Ah, I see you?re an early riser as well. Deal,
see you tomorrow morning then." Joe winked at Josh; "I'll go tell the
good doctor to keep an eye on you and keep you out of trouble to make
sure you?re in working order by tomorrow morning.?
the extended appendage and shook it, nodding all the while, "I'll
make sure she keeps an eye on me." Josh motioned to his body, "Come
on, who could resist this?" He winked. "Night, Joe."
away, Joe had a feeling of happiness that he HAD made another friend
in Sickbay and wondered not for the first time if sickbay wasn't THE
place to meet people. He walked over to the cute doctor determined
to flirt with her.
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