|...just one damn thing after the other.
||[Oct. 22nd, 2009|09:32 pm]
::jingles data chips in pocket, pausing beyond sensors and giving sickbay doors a long, hard look::
::with a grimace, rolls head, hoping to somehow shake the headed-for-the-scaffold heaviness in chest too::
::reminds self to chew hologram out for taking his own sweet time and letting nerves fester, squaring shoulders and stepping on in::
Doc? You called?
::circles tray left in middle of dimly lit main bay, cutting path to one source of light...the office::
::lifts head, blinking in surprise at sight of two green-crested, arm-crossed figures::
Ah...didn't your shift end several hours ago, sweetheart?
::nods, but can't resist one dig::
It's a good thing the matter isn't one of any urgency, I suppose.
::takes half-grin as acknowledgment of joke, settling into seat and offering a look of deepened curiosity::
I take it that means we won't be leaping off into the Alpha Quadrant for direct contact any time soon?
Doc...don't repeat this, but...Chakotay might not be getting any weaker the older he gets...
::rubs back of head self-consciously, that spot is still tender::
But he sure as hell is becoming as indecisive as a little old lady.
...we're triple checking, and waiting on Vorik's approval with resource levels.
::pares down tempted outward expression of amusement::
I'm certain you'll find something to occupy your time with until slipstream is activated. Perhaps the wedding?
It might be wise to have festivities over with and Seven firmly ensconced in her role as a wife before the theatrics surrounding homecoming ensue.
::lifts brow at pilot's only half-lit face::
I believe Admiral Paris' daughter-in-law would be somewhat less accessible to Starfleet's more unfriendly offices than an unattached former drone. I'm surprised you hadn't considered such matters.
I'm a little more along the lines of insulted, myself.
Doc, that's brilliant. And thoroughly under-handed.
I'll see how much progress Neelix and Seven are making with planning. Apparently they have differing views on...everything. If she didn't deserve her special day so much, I'd just cut the frills and just make it a five minute officiation mixed with the morning paper shuffle.
Yet she does deserve it.
::can't quite disguise pride in tone...children come and successfully grow on Voyager, but rarely do adults::
::ahems, sitting stylus down with a click to end fit of sentiment::
I don't suppose giving the bride away is an option, but I certainly wouldn't mind participating in some form. Perhaps a solo at the reception...
::nearly groans...it never ends well::
We'll find something for you to do, Doc, it wouldn't be complete without you.
::with effort, forces mind back to present and less happy tidings::
Speaking of which, I'd better not miss dinner.
...keep an eye on Linnis, will you?
Of course, of course.
::doesn't hide annoyance at his apparent need for assurance::
::waits for main sickbay doors to shut before shaking head at inherited holophoto on desk, one of the late Mrs. Paris::
At times I wonder about those two...
::moves gaze off discomfiting reminder, staring around lonely, darkened medical bay::
::perhaps it's time to indulge in own version of a sleep subroutine::