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Earth, Starfleet Command...Admiral's office. [May. 6th, 2009|03:35 pm]
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::relaxes when doors slide shut, shutting out the latest in a long string of secretaries...for reason's beyond the Admiral, the turnover rate is high::

::quirks lips in self-amusement at less than respectful thought, sitting bag down in chair and neatly folding jacket atop it::

::keeps fists balled around thick, course material, eyes lifting to bay of windows across opposite wall...foot traffic below is light and brisk, those still around this late all too eager to escape and head home...or just away::

::twists head, scanning the rest of the room, though not expecting to see anything new...the Admiral's home away from home has been the same since knee socks and hair bows...form, function, little in the way of distraction::

::curves lips again, eyes settling on sole picture allowed a place on the neat, utilitarian desk::

From: dr_moira_paris
2009-05-07 12:44 am (UTC)

Yet you knew I would come if you sent that letter.

In fact, you never send letters, so what other conclusion should I have come to upon receiving one except that you were critically ill and wanted my care?
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[User Picture]From: admiralparis
2009-05-07 01:13 am (UTC)
That I wanted your presence, perhaps?

::lets that near accusation linger for a moment, unfazed by her stubborn gaze::

Have you been in touch with your mother since arriving?
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From: dr_moira_paris
2009-05-07 01:15 am (UTC)
::sucks in breath, beating back a flash of white hot anger...same old guilt tactics::

::shakes hand loose, stepping away in effort to regain equilibrium...manipulative or not, he's sick, and...Dad::

Yes, as a matter of fact.

I'm supposed to be bringing you home as soon as possible.
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[User Picture]From: admiralparis
2009-05-07 02:07 am (UTC)
Then we should go.

::reaches over to grasp the luggage left resting on nearby chair, waving off any budding protest::

Don't be angry until you fully understand, Molly. There is business we need to attend to. I'll explain that to you soon enough.

::extends free arm again, releasing a small smile as youngest daughter grudgingly links own::

In the meanwhile, catch me up on the good work you've done for the Romulans?
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