Re: [Dawnspring] [Damocles] Brown/Anderson-Critical Times <tags: Saveron/Damien>

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In a message dated 10/09/2010 5:21:33 A.M. GMT Daylight Time, ets...@gmail.com writes:

D4 0940 Hours

[Main Sickbay, USS Damocles / Rainbow Warrior]

After Morta shared his discovery with the medical staff, things began to move quite quickly.  The Pathology Lab was shortly up and running, synthesizing the apparent Vhorani / Gorn antibody.

An antibody!  A wonderful little bundle of joy antibody!

"WEEEEEE-haw!!!" Damien exclaimed to nobody in particular.  Given the near dust-up between the Captain and Leigha, it had been quite correctly determined that they could due without the Assistant Counselor's Medical assistance.  Captain Anderson was going to need to be surgically removed from Saveron's arms at this rate, and Damien didn't particularly want to have to drop his Commanding Officer like a bad habit for taking a swing at the woman he loved.

Instead, the Acting First Officer had done his best to cajole, beg, and plead Leigha into an unused Isolation Unit.  It had only worked on the condition that he enter the room first, and go nowhere near the environmental controls.

She's carrying my child... our child... Children?  I distinctly remember thinking about twins...  I wonder if they run in her family?  I could use a good run.

His thoughts were racing, and so he decided to do the same, running in place as hard as he could. reciting some of the earliest Russian he remembered learning as a child outside of Saint Petersburg.

"Bortprovidnitsa proveryayet moi bilyet... HEY!!!  Bortprovidnitsa proveryaye..."

"What did you say?" Leigha asked, confused by Damien chanting in a language she didn't speak and that the universal translator didn't seem to be picking up either.

"Wazzat, Sugar Bumps?" he said, a bit breathless.  He didn't break stride in his in-situ sprint, however.

"Why are you running?"  she asked, wishing her head wasn't spinning.  "And I asked what that means?"  

"Oh, lessee... 'The stewardess checks my ticket'... I think," he replied.  An instant later, he dropped to the floor, planting his left arm firmly, and spinning around  on it, lifting his arm just long enough to let his legs pass through.  It had been years since he had done this particular Russian dance, colloquially known as the 'coffee grinder', but it somehow seemed the appropriate time and place.

"It's a pretty language, you know...   Not nearly as pretty as *you*, of course," he added, with the Pressman lopsided grin.

Leigha couldn't resist that grin she began to giggle like a girl.  "Will you still think I'm pretty when I'm as big as a Vhorani with pregnancy?" she asked, still blushing coyly. Coy was something Brown didn't do, nor was shy... but it was apparently a virus that attacked the impregnated just as actively as it did those without small beings growing inside them. 

"Of course I will," he said, rising to a squat, and crossing his arms in front of his chest.  He took turns kicking one leg out, and then the other.  "I can't believe I remember all of these dances, still.  I haven't done some of them since secondary school...  School... Riding a bicycle... Piloting a shuttle.  We've got so *many* great things to look forward to!  This is fan-TASTIC!"

Leigha laughed.   "I'd get down there and help you with all that, but i'm sure I have an appointment elsewhere...  you probably do too!"

"Ooh, you're right, Sweetheart.  I should be doing something vaguely First Officerish, shouldn't I?  The Captain's all but snogging Savvy-Boy in the other room, so why don't my Best Girl and I mozy on up to the Bridge?  You can sit on my lap in the Big Chair!" he added with a devilish wink.

Leigha began to giggle uncontrollably.  "In the Big Chair?" she squeaked, making some sort of innuendo out of it and becoming totally overcome with hysterics at her own very poor joke.  "I'm gonna sit on your lap and you and I can pilot this ship off into the stars!" 

"Now we're *talkin'*," he said, and the two made their way out through what remained of the confusion in Main Sickbay.

---  ---

D4 0940 Hours

[Main Bridge, USS Damocles / Rainbow Warrior]

"I have to admit, I like the pink," Damien said while examining the turbolift walls.  As the doors opened onto the Bridge, he offered an extended arm to the lovely lady beside him.

"I'm going to have to get some new clothes when I get bigger.  Should I get pink things to wear if you like pink?" she wondered out loud, not really expecting him to answer.

She's going to look so cute pregnant.  Do we stay on the ship?  I remember us being aboard the Rocheville when she's all-but ready to pop.  How can I remember that?  This whole thing is *really* confusing...

Noticing his frown, Leigha sidled up to him and stopped giggling.  "Whats the matter honey?  Should I wear blue instead?   Or green?"   Damien wasn't listening, he seemed to be somewhere else inside him mind and he was looking at her but right through her.  She pouted and went marching over to the Big Chair he had promised her.

"XO on the Bridge, peop... Nice paint job, everybody!" he interrupted himself, admiring the multi-colored bulkheads.  There appeared to be a game of strip poker taking place on the deck between the Big Chair and the Ops and Conn stations.

"Hey Damien.... wanna join us?  You'll have to lose a couple of items of clothing though, we're all a couple of rounds ahead...  Oh I didn't see your lady there... You wanna join in too, pretty one?"  The Security gold-clad CPO asked.

"I'll show Baby how good of a card player Daddy is!" he exclaimed, seizing upon what seemed to be a fabulous idea.

"No, I'll just watch Damien beat everyone!"  Leigha grinned from her throne.   "Go ahead, daddy... Baby and I are going to sit here and be proud of you!"  

"You're the best, babe," he said, kissing her gently on the cheek.  He then bent over and planted a similar peck on her belly.  "And so are you," he added.

"Now, who's prepared to lose their shirts?!?"

...

Damien was down both duty boots, one sock, and his duty jacket by the time Captain Anderson came onto the Bridge.  From the expression on her face, she had already been treated with the antibody.

"Captain on the *Bridge*," he said, scrambling to his feet, instead falling flat on his face.  Determined to make the best of the situation, he rose to a sitting position, and laid his head gently in the lap of the Assistant Counselor, who, at his insistence, was sitting in the Big Chair.  ("You're sitting for two - or *three* - afterall," had been his reasoning/)

In an instant, Chief Lamis had abandoned the game, and was back at the Ops console.

"Mister Pressman... Miss Brown?" She tilted her head and Leigha got out of the chair instantly.  Ellie nodded approval for this and then went on.  "Everyone,  I want this Bridge back in an operational status in five minutes.  Is that clear?" 

"Aye, Captain.  Let's get this mess cleaned up, people," he said after rising to his unsteady feet, gesturing towards the stacks of discarded clothing and cards.  He made no indication towards the colored wall panels, which were now finally drying into a lovely variety of shades and hues.

Damien managed to retrieve the cast-off parts of his uniform, but not without the occasional giggle.  Lacking the coordination to actually put his sock *or* shoes back on properly, he instead waiting uneasily until the Captain took the now-vacated Big Chair, and sat to her left in the XO's seat.

Still feels weird.  As if finding out you're going to be a father by eavesdropping on Savvy Boy isn't*?

"I take it Savvy.... er, Doctor Saveron managed to symphonize the proper antigone?"  Wait, that didn't come out right...

Damien was too oblivious to notice that the CO's expression seemed to flutter through a myriad of emotions at the mention of the Vulcan Medical Officer.

The Captain clenched her fingers, and tried once again to get someone in Engineering to give a proper report.  Damien did his best to look busy by drawing circles and smiley faces with his index finger on the status display built into the left arm of his chair.

A short while later, the doors to the turbolift opened, and the Very Vulcan Veterinarian himself stepped out onto the Bridge.

< Savvy Boy? >

"I wanna hold em like they do in Texas please

Fold em, let em hit me, raise it baby, stay with me, i love it

Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start

and after he's been hooked, I'll play the one that's on his heart"

 

Poker Face, Lady GaGa.

 

luv Jules (Aj),
;) XXX

** All you need to decide is which bridges you should cross,
and which you should burn! **
 
Captain Eleanor Anderson
XO (& Acting CO) - USS Damocles

Lt (jg) Leigha Brown
Asst. Counsellor - USS Damocles

Lt. T'Nara Norse
ACMO - Starbase Aurora

Cpt Simon Marks
CO - Starbase Aurora
 
Rear Adml Julia James