<USS Banshee> Time Off
- From: EnsnSaraCrusher@xxxxxxx
- To: ussbanshee@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sat, 16 Oct 2004 18:11:27 EDT
"Time Off"
By: Lt. Commander Sara Kaelyre
The morning had been wonderful. It had started with an extra long breakfast
with her wife, something which they hadn’t been able to do in far to long.
After breakfast, Sara ventured down to the holodeck for a lengthy run and a
nice
swim on her favorite beach program. She then topped off morning and early
afternoon with a real water shower, a bonus feature that came with the larger
bathroom of the Executive officer’s quarters, instead of rushing through a
sonic shower. But now, as she pulled out her favorite pair of jeans and her
big
soft deep purple sweater, Sara wondered what to do next. She had never had
trouble enjoying a day off before. Before the cellular rewrite project Sara
would have jumped at the chance to have a day or two off. She would have spent
hours on the holodeck horse back riding or cliff diving, or just relaxing
under the holographic sun.
Now however, Sara couldn’t get her mind off her work long enough to enjoy
more then just a few off hours. There were tests to run, Starfleet medical
directors to talk to, nanoprobes to obtain. There was just no time to take two
days off, but Cyanah had insisted. She thought that Sara needed to relax, to
recover from the empathic attacks from the entities on the surface, and to just
simply be away from work, away from her lab for a while. All the same
reasons, minus the emphatic attack of course, that Sara had used when Cyanah
was
working on her warp project.
The one thing that Cyanah had done that Sara would never have thought of
doing, mostly because astrophysics gave Sara a headache, was to offer her help
with Sara’s project. “It’s only for two days, Love. If it causes you to
fall
behind I’ll come down and help you.”
Sara couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt such a sudden sense of
alarm. If Cyanah were to see her lab she would have to explain what she was
doing
and the risks that went with it. Luckily she had been able to side step the
offer. “It’s a wonderful offer, Sweetie, but it’s biological research and
you hate biology.”
“Well, I am an astrophysicist.” Cyanah had replied with a warm smile. The
topic of research projects and only taking a few hours off instead of two days
was quickly dropped, and Sara was more then happy to make the sacrifice.
That still left Sara with time on her hands and no thoughts on how to spend
it that didn’t involve work. She fell onto the couch with a sigh and quickly
grabbed one of the soft squishy pillows from it’s end and hugged it to her
stomach as she leaned forward to watch Tramp and Gypsy play with an old sock.
She could go find something to do on the holodeck but she couldn’t think of a
single program she wanted to run alone. She could take a nap, but she didn’t
feel sleepy. She could go down and spend a little time in her small patch of
terra firma down in the botanical gardens, but she’d just taken a shower.
Finally after several more indecisive moments Sara called out, “Computer,
play the cast recording for the musical ‘Gypsy.’”
The overture began to fill the room as Sara shifted around on the coach so
she could lay down. It wasn’t until the background voice in the opening
number
started that she realized that the computer had chosen the recording of the
most recent cast. “Computer! Not that one!” She moaned as she crinkled her
nose. She had to admit there were some wonderful Vulcan actors and actress,
but
to see one playing Mama Rose was just somehow wrong to Sara.
“Computer, play the 2003 cast recording.”
It surprised Sara to feel her body start to relax and her mind still it’s
cogs and wheels as the music program played through. Half way through act two
Sara suddenly smiled. She knew it wouldn’t be like the time they spent in New
York last winter, but dinner with Cyanah in holographic New York just sounded
really good to her.
Once the music program was over and Sara had putted around the cabin for a
while, the feeling of being a caged tiger started to settle over her again. She
was feeling more relaxed now, and her mind was a little clearer, ‘so maybe
it wouldn’t hurt to look over my notes while I had a late lunch.’ She
thought
to herself as she ordered a small caser salad and a glass of lemon water.
With her lunch in front of her on the coffee table and a padd clinched
firmly in her hand, Sara began adjusting some of the errors in her formulas
that
she hadn’t caught before. “Ok so taking time off might just be a good thing
after all.” She told Gypsy who was stretched out on the pillow she’d
abandoned
earlier. She had no plans on spending any more time on her work then it took
to eat her lunch, but even the best laid plans fall apart.
“Sick bay to Doctor Kaelyre.”
Sara looked confused and worried at the sudden comm. She looked up from her
padd and towards the ceiling as if that allowed her to see the person on the
other side of the hail. “Go ahead.” She called out since she didn’t have
her
comm badge on.
“Doctor, I know your scheduled off today but there’s been an accident in
engineering and Doctor Procter is asking for you as a surgical consul.”
Without a second thought to anything else Sara dropped the padd she‘d been
working and headed for the door. “On my way, Leda.”
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