Chief Petty Officer Annamae Barberra - Well Well Well

[Wil Ukinix]

((Patient rooms, Bashir wing, Medical Centre, Amity Outpost))

 

Everything seemed quieter than it had been before. Less chaotic.

 

oO Shame Oo

 

Annamae had been *forced* to stay in the Medical Center, and not because her broken leg had been fixed perfectly by Lieutenant Wong, but because of the apparent head knocks she had suffered. She was now under “observation”.

 

Pfft. Couldn’t they observe her from her and Bec’s apartment?

 

But she had to make the best of a boring situation. She lay back on the biobed, knees up, reading from a PADD the diagnostic and telemetry reports about underspace. The Computer had been diligently compiling everything as ships came back in to Amity.

 

(On another hidden screen underneath was information about “Quantum Immortality” that she couldn’t wait to get her nose into. But for now, it was the subspace corridors, and the effects of the Nebula on them).

 

She lifted and rested elbow above her head, just as someone poked their head through the door.

 

Iko: You're lucky your piloting is still better than Wil's. And also that I know that if the HCO or Engineering team put little speed signs at the front of the shuttlebay you probably wouldn't listen to them either.

 

The Chief Petty Officer gave her girlfriend a small shrug oO Well duh I wouldn’t listen to them Oo, before holding out her hand to allow Bec to put her hand in it as she approached the bed.

 

Iko: How ya doin’?

 

Barberra: ::Looking at leg, disappointed tone:: Well, they fixed my broken leg, so.

 

Shortrith: Response

 

The Klingon doctor from the USS Ronin with an Australian accent (why so many, were they a virus or something?), who had only hours earlier arrived on Amity from what Annamae understood, had come into the room as well. Bec’s head twisted around, as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t have been doing. Annamae could only see the back of Bec’s head, but she wondered what made her girlfriend so jumpy.

 

She was Second Officer and a Lieutenant Commander. She surely was allowed to be there, right?

 

Annamae didn’t think any more of it, instead shifting gears to more important matters.

 

Barberra: ::To Renaie:: Thank god you’re here. I’d like a burrito, with a side serve of fries and chili ketchup, oh and jello with embedded popcorn for dessert. Or, scratch that whole order and I’ll have a tequila. Whichever’s easier.

 

Shortrith: Response

 

Annamae tilted her head, when Bec gestured for her to come in. What was going on?

 

Iko: Nonono, it's fine, it's fine, I…

 

Finally those eyes of Bec’s, looking a little guilty, spun back around to look back at Annamae. But then they went back to Doctor Shortrith… then back to Annamae… then Shortrith… Annamae… Shortrith... until finally--

 

Barberra: Fifteen-love.

 

Shortrith: Response

 

Her girlfriend sighed, before finally speaking with resignation.

 

Iko: Shortcak—SHORTRITH, Rennae—Renaie Shortrith, Renaie meet Annamae Barberra.

 

She furrowed her brow a little. oO I already have Oo

 

Iko: ::gesturing to Annamae:: Current partner, ::gesturing to Renaie:: ex-partner.

 

*Lieutenant Commander Rebecca Iko* awkwardly placed her hands behind her back, and gave them both a smile that looked painted on.

 

Annamae’s head snapped to look at her *partner*, before only her eyeballs shifted to let her gaze fall upon *Doctor Shortcake*.

She lowered her chin, not taking her eyes from the Medical Officer.

 

Barberra: ::Deadpan, low tone:: Really…

 

After a long stare, she lifted her chin again.

 

Barberra: Hey, did Bec like it when you played with her hair?

 

Shortrith: Response

 

Barberra: She make you do that thing where you have to massage her really, *really* hard in that tiny spot *exactly* next to her right shoulder blade? It took me months to get it right. I’m better at it with my knuckle than my thumb.

 

Shortrith/Iko: Response

 

Barberra: And did she leave her duty post jacket sprawled on the couch, and never put it away?

 

Shortrith/Iko: Response

 

Barberra: Oh yeah, once I made her chocolate moopsy cake for breakfast. Chocolate negates feisty, every time.

 

Her mouth formed a devilish smile, as she gave Bec a quick wink as if she was revealing a huge secret.

 

Shortrith/Iko: Response

 

 

Tags/TBC!

 

 

 

 

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Chief Petty Officer Annamae Barberra
Science Specialist
Amity Outpost
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