[ussbansheec] The Aftermath of the Window Incident
- From: Andy Maluhia <CaptainAndy@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: ussbansheec@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2005 06:20:14 -0400
***Thanks to Liz for getting Vincent, Aileas, and 5 of 12 just right :-D
Four at one end of the room and one at the other. The commandant knew
better than to make all five cadets be near each other in the same
room. He sat at his desk reading over their individual files. He knew
T'Cerys quite well, considering her father was his closest childhood
friend and his own children's uncle. The others were unknown to him but
there wasn't anything in their records to indicate such an act as the
four had committed was a regular pattern. Illogical. Definitely
illogical. Then there was Admiral Fishler's rather peculiar interest in
Cadet Lynley, his insistence that the young man be expelled as the ring
leader. Ridiculous and he'd already told the man to mind his own
business.
As if the matter wasn't strange enough on its own, he'd decided on an
equally strange way to settle the disciplinary aspects of the
situation. If they participants involved were all, as the saying went,
Fleet brats then they could certainly be disciplined by their parents.
He'd sent messages to each set of parents asking them to meet with him
on that day, four days after the incident. Before then, all of them
were confined to their quads, with no outside contact, with one minor
change. Cadet Butler was transferred out of the quad he was in and
Cadet Aigremont was moved in. Pending disciplinary action or not, the
commandant knew that it was always possible that T'Cerys and her two
quad mates might do something to Butler. And deep inside, he didn't
blame the cadets one bit.
"So, I am certain you are wondering what I've called you here for after
four days of utter silence," the commandant began.
The group of four shared a look, starting from Etienne, to T'Cerys, to
Coaimhe, to David. David looked back at the others and shrugged. "The
thought did cross our minds, sir."
"As well it should have. Your parents are here, cadets, and your
grandfather in your case, Cadet Butler. You can explain yourselves to
them and then we will decide on your punishments."
"Maudit," Etienne muttered slumping down in his chair.
"Keech," Coaimhe agreed.
"Yelaan." She'd heard her father mutter it upon occasion.
"Bloody hell," David said with a sigh.
The door opened to admit four sets of parents, some in uniform, and one
grandparent. The commandant recognized one man immediately. It was hard
not to, really. No one had spoken just yet but each set had gravitated
toward their cadet and were simply staring at them. He touched the one
man on the arm.
"Chief Lynley, may I have a word with you in private please?" the
commandant asked.
David had watched his father's brows raise slightly, maybe for being
addressed by rank still, but he went with the commandant anyway. He
stole a glance at Etienne. His mother was a sweet looking Trill lady
and he looked a great deal like his father but his father also looked
awfully angry.
"Qu'as tu fait, Etienne? Je veux une bonne explication," he began, his
face flushed.
Nan turned his dark eyes, usually so full of amusement and laughter,
onto his beloved girl. Coaimhe didn't think he looked so happy. Not a
hint of reaction from her mother at all but she knew better than to
expect it in public. "Well?" was her father's softly voiced only question.
T'Cerys looked up at her father. He looked vaguely amused for some
reason and she wondered if the commandant had said anything to him. "It
is a long story...," she began.
Rosie stared after her husband but turned those hazel eyes back to their
only son. "David William Lynley..."
He night have tried to turn on the famous Lynley charm but it only
worked on Mum when Dad did it. Instead, David took a deep breath and
stood up. He looked at each of his friends then each of their parents.
"I can explain," he began and he did, detailing exactly what JJ Butler
had done and said over the last four weeks. He winced, not wanting to
hurt his mother's, or any of the other parents,' feelings but he left
nothing out. Finishing, he said, "And that would be about it."
Five stared at the young man for barely a second then she swept her
green eyed gaze to her daughter, then slowly, inexorably, she turned
around to look at Butler. Many years ago she'd learned to control her
angry outbursts but, right at that moment, it took all of Aileas'
strength of will to stop 5 of 12 from just marching over there and
throttling the boy. Instead she stared at him, hard, her implant
scanning him over, fixing him in her mind. Her one green eye bored a
hole through his skull and she practically shook with anger.
Coaimhe might have felt sorry for JJ. Might have but she didn't. She
was infinitely glad her mother's wrath was being turned on her.
Instead, she just wrapped an arm around her mother's waist, smiling
slightly when she felt her father's arm there as well.
Putting a hand on his son's shoulder, Vincent silently said, 'You did
well,' but outwardly said, "Perhaps you could have handled it a little
better?"
"I'm sorry, Papa," Etienne said simply. That was a simple promise to
try to not have it happen again. His father was very fair man and
Etienne hated to disappoint him. "I will next time."
Jassa smiled as her husband and son, who looked so much like each other,
simply put an arm around each other's shoulders. "Perhaps there won't
be a next time," she said gently.
T'Cerys looked up at her father. Mother was uncomfortable on Starfleet
grounds and was, no doubt, waiting at Uncle's home nearby. His face was
its usual Vulcan calm but those eyes...he was amused. Amused to the
point where he was almost going to smile in public. "You should have
dropped him, T'Cerys-kam."
David didn't dare laugh--T'Cerys' dad was pretty funny after all--not
with his mother's eyes fixed on him. "Not the brightest of ideas,
David," Rosie said mildly. She was vaguely horrified that her son would
do that to somebody but pleased that he would stick up for her at the
same time. "Next time, try your father's impervious English calm
instead of my Cajun temper, dear."
There hadn't been a peep from JJ but they all heard his grandfather say,
"I will deal with your behavior later, young man."
There was a low buzz of conversation and the four cadets slowly pulled
their parents toward each other, making introductions, while they waited
for the commandant and Nat to return. It was a few minutes later when
they finally did. David cringed slightly. His dad looked awfully
pissed off. Whatever he was angry about, though, it couldn't have
entirely been the window incident.
Nat dropped into the chair next to David and shook his head.
Unconsciously echoing Vincent he said, "Couldn't think of a better idea?"
The commandant sat back down behind his desk, his gaze flicking once
toward Nat, but then allowing his eyes to reach everyone else in the
room. "So now we come to the disposition of this rather interesting
problem. No matter the circumstances, I cannot allow the incident to go
unpunished. I've come up with the following..."
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