From: Takako Nagumo
Date: Thu, 13 Mar 1997 02:03:51 -0500
Subject: USS CHESAPEAKE: Preoccupe
SD 90213.0700
MD 02.1615
Scene: Corridor -> Sickbay
CDR Brennan stepped off the turbolift at Deck 12 and headed
directly for Sickbay.
He walked in to find Sickbay still showing clear signs of being in
the organizing stage; boxes and containers were stacked neatly by
the main display, and he could hear voices just around the corner.
His curiousity piqued, he walked toward the talking.
"... I'm telling you, Mike," a female voice said, "the doc's
hurting, and hurting something bad. I think it might've been
during her last posting."
"Carol, you shouldn't spread gossip like that," a male voice with
replied.
"Oh, I know, but you know, I really feel sorry for her," came the
female voice again. "You should've seen her with Ensign Keyrin.
Now *there*'s another one who needs a lot of sympathy. And Doctor
Ledoux, she has such a sweet disposition...."
The voices stopped when they realized someone had entered their
area. Seeing the pips, they quickly stood up.
"No, please, carry on," Brennan said, smiling. "I don't want to
disturb your work. Or, perhaps," he continued, "I should
introduce myself. Daniel Brennan, Executive Officer."
The two introduced themselves quickly -- Ensign Mike Moore and his
wife, Ensign Carol Moore. Brennan shook hands with both nurses,
and Carol promptly offered to go and get Dr. Ledoux.
"Oh, no, please, you have work to do here." He waved her back to
her task. "Thank you, for offering. But I should like to visit
her anyway, to see how she is settling in. Nice to have met you
both."
He thought he saw a look of worry cross Carol Moore's face, but by
the time he looked more carefully, she was back at work on some
PADDwork.
Brennan proceeded to the CMO's office. He rapped on the doorway
and looked in with his customary smile.
Catherine Ledoux was crying. Without thinking, Daniel walked in
quickly and kneeled by her chair.
"Dr. Ledoux... qu'est-ce qu'il passe ici...? (what happened
here?)"
She suddenly looked up and realized that someone was there in
front of her, and that the someone was CDR Brennan. She tried to
regain her composure, but Daniel gently stilled her hands with
his.
"Rien, il n'y a pas de probleme...," she managed to squeeze out,
"seulement je voudrais etre seule.... (Nothing, there is no
problem... I only would like to be alone....)"
He looked carefully at her demeanor. She was clearly distressed.
And she had told him that she needed to be alone... his mind
quickly flashed back to the brief conversation he had overheard
earlier.
"Dr. Ledoux... Catherine."
"Commander." She looked at him, her eyes, reddened from the
tears. It was full of surprise... and something else....
"Catherine, I would like to help you, if I can. And if you ever
need to ask, I am always here." He paused. "You are among
friends, here. Please, please be assured of that."
She nodded silently.
Brennan stood up and walked around the desk to the door. Her
voice stopped him.
"Merci. Merci beaucoup."
He turned to see that the doctor had stood up. Amidst the tear-
stained face, she smiled a little smile.
"De rien, Docteur." He looked at her carefully for a moment. "If
I may, Dr. Ledoux, I would recommend you resting from your duties
until 0700 tomorrow. I should think anything will be much more
palatable after some good sleep. And," he continued, a faint
smile appearing on his face, "I shall return tomorrow... for my
physical. How about tomorrow afternoon?"
Her great surprise was evident.
"Have you something scheduled tomorrow morning, Doctor?" he
inquired, worriedly. "Morning is possible, as well...."
"Oh, no, sir," she replied quickly, shaking her head. "I'm simply
surprised that so many of the senior officers are coming in for
their regulation physicals voluntarily."
He looked down and chuckled softly at that. "Ah. I see." He
smiled at her. "I've learned quite early in my career that it is
*never* a disadvantage to be on the Medical Officer's good side.
Besides," he continued, a slight tone of mischief appearing in his
voice, "unpleasant things should be taken care of first. Not that
*you* would be unpleasant, of course," he added quickly.
She smiled at his little faux pas. "Of course, Commander. I
shall make every effort." She paused for comic effect. "To be
pleasant, of course."
"Thank you. Much appreciated." He grinned. "Until tomorrow,
then... I shall be in about 1400 hours."
"See you then, sir."
He nodded and turned, walking through the doorway and out of
sickbay. As he walked back to his quarters, his hands clenched
into fists, unclenched, then clenched again, repeatedly. If only
I could do *something*....
Do what, Brennan? he asked himself. You can't fix everything.
But he couldn't help it. All his life, he had tried to be the
problem solver, the negotiator, the mediator. He recalled the one
word, one idea, that had always stood by him.
Patience, Brennan. Patience.
MD 02.1645
Scene: Holodeck 2, Deck 11
The doors opened into a holodeck with its familiar black with
yellow grid. Brennan walked in with a bag in one arm and a
fencing mask under the other. He put down the bag and smoothed
out his fencing jacket as the doors closed behind him.
"Computer, run program Brennan-Sigma-One."
Suddenly he was in an empty but well-lit room with a single strip
of padding on the hardwood floor. Mirrors covered one side, and
through the windows which were along the other side, he could see
that it was early evening, and twilight was falling on the Pier
and on the Channel beyond.
He walked over to the windows and looked outside at the purpling
sky and the darkening waters. He breathed deeply. Brighton,
England. Home.
He hadn't been home in years -- too long, really. He had to
admire his sister for her efforts in that respect. She had been
on a pretty fast track, career-wise, but had decided to take a
desk job when she married Brian Sforza. With one brother on
active duty and the other brother in terraforming, Julie had
become the de facto person in charge of keeping all of the
different threads of the family together.
He turned and faced the room. And the memories he had of this
room was vivid to him as yesterday. His fencing master, Thomas
Owens, and his class of young fencers had spent countless hours
here, practicing, training for meets, and, occasionally, just
playing around.
Well. Time to summon that again. "Computer, one fencing
opponent, male, sabre. Difficulty level... five. Record
touches." He clicked on the remote sensing device on his jacket.
A figure clad in fencing gear shimmered into existence at the far
end of the mat. He stood at attention, the sabre low and to his
side.
Daniel walked up to the mat. He slipped the mask on his head and
secured it. As he stepped on to the mat, the other figure
approached the start line. Daniel stood at the line, and they
both saluted.
"En garde," Daniel said, as he assumed the proper stance.
The figure lunged. Daniel parried, quickly feinted to the left,
then struck to the right. The figure parried, countered, and
forced Daniel to retreat several steps.
The next attack came low, and Daniel swung his sabre to parry,
then lunged into the available opening. The figure swung in from
the right, forcing Daniel to abandon the attack and parry the
blow. He swung in from the other side and lunged, forcing his
opponent's retreat.
He parried the swing approaching his head, then twisted his
opponent's sabre aside. As the sabre came back at him, he
parried, feinted under to the right, then lunged.
[Brennan, one,] the computer intoned.
That was rather close, he thought. They saluted -- end round one.
"Computer," he said, as they stood at the line, "increase to
difficulty level six." He resumed the stance.
"En garde."
Respectfully Submitted,
Takako Nagumo,
CDR Daniel J. Brennan
XO, USS CHESAPEAKE (NCC-31813)
Task Force Bravo, Green Fleet
NRPG:
This post assumes that th'Tellan's meeting with Murray and Keyrin
happens after 2.2000.
Melvin: th'Tellan should probably send Brennan some kind of note
saying what he did in terms of rectifying the situation.
Chris: You *knew* someone was going to discover her crying in the
office! I hope that I did not misplay her. Feel free to
follow up with his physical at MD 03.1400, or thereabouts.
Lynn: Keyrin'll be getting a summons from the XO a bit after 3.1000,
when you have her collapsing in bed. I'm still trying to figure out
how Brennan would react to being woken up at one o'clock in the
morning. :)
Masako: He'll want to see Murray, too, maybe about 3.0830.
James: Beware of elevators... "counselors," you know. Btw, I
wonder if Brennan and Harris were in the same Academy class...
just curious. Yes, I *have* been peeking at the SUFFOLK.... :)
Re: CEO/FCO: to paraphrase Brennan... "Patience, all, patience." :)
Also, for your reference:
Standard Shift Schedule:
ALPHA: 0700 - 1500
BRAVO: 1500 - 2300
CHARLIE: 2300 - 0700
Alert Shift Schedule:
ALPHA: 0700 - 1300
BETA: 1300 - 1900
GAMMA: 1900 - 0100
DELTA: 0100 - 0700
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Takako Nagumo
http://www.oocities.org/TimesSquare/6318/
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CDR Daniel J. Brennan XO USS CHESAPEAKE, Green Fleet
LCDR Sian-Mairead Flynn, MD CMO USS ALEXANDER NEVSKY, Green Fleet
LCDR Duncan A. Morrell INS ALB Holodeck 4
CDR Julianna M. Sforza COMREC Commander, Starfleet Records
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