JP-LtCmdr. Talos Dakora & Samantha Richards - It Takes Two [Part 1]
Travis
((XO’s Quarters - Deck 02 - USS Artemis))
After their particularly fiery rendezvous to Sam’s assigned guest quarters, Talos extended the offer for her to stay with him. It took very little convincing before she agreed and snuck their way there. Hoping they hadn’t been seen with the telling smiles on their faces or the hurry in their steps to get to his place.
Once inside the familiar space, Sam kicked off her shoes, dropped her bag by the door to his bedroom, and planted herself on the couch. And she did it all with a smile, it seemed the spark between them had never left, leaving her feeling comfortable and content. The amount of trust she had in him was a wonderfully terrifying feeling.
S. Richards: It’s nice to finally be here. I think I spent most of that trip being sick and worrying you wouldn’t want to see me ::pausing for a moment:: but those two things were completely unrelated… oOAt least I think they were…Oo
Sam tucked her legs underneath her and locked eyes with him, realizing he had been intently watching as she invaded his space.
S. Richards: So… ::smiling:: What’s a girl gotta do to get some cheezy-poofs around here?
Talos stood with his arms crossed and leaned up against the far wall of his admittedly spacious XO’s quarters as he watched Samantha make herself comfortable. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as she made her request.
He'd found himself thinking about her more often than he was willing to admit in the intervening weeks since they'd last been together, so seeing her again had been a welcome surprise.
Dakora: You know that thing ::He pointed to the replicator with a grin. :: Can make pretty much anything, right? And Elysium has an excellent view right now…
Even as he spoke, he was already moving to comply with her request. Possibly because of the memory of what had followed the last time they'd shared a bowl of the puffy-cheese-ball things.
S. Richards: I’m starving, now that I’m not sick anymore I just want to eat. ::shrugging:: Let’s pre-game dinner with poofs!
Shaking his head and smiling, Talos punched in the order on his replicator. That same spark that had made their last night out so special was back, but this time with an element of comfort and familiarity that he found himself really enjoying.
Dakora: Fine. Cheeze-puffs now, real dinner later. Deal.
Snack in hand, Talos sat down next to her. She gave him a peck on the cheek and scooted herself down so her head was in his lap. Sam looked at him with a smile.
S. Richards: Poof please.
She opened her mouth so he could drop in one of the little orange snacks, once he complied she gave him a ‘thank you’ thumbs up.
Talos rubbed his fingers together in a vain attempt to remove the radioactive-looking orange dust off his fingertips as he began to mindlessly play with Sam's long, red hair with his good hand.
Dakora: So, do you know how long you'll b–
It was only a few minutes– and a handful of cheezy-poofs later, that a wave of nausea hit her out of nowhere.
S. Richards: Oh no.
She cut him off mid-word, distress evident in her tone. Talos only had time to stare down at her with concern.
Dakora: What? What's wrong!?
Before she could say anything else, Sam scrambled to get off the couch but unfortunately for her– and Talos, she was too slow. Managing to only get her head off the side before she threw up on the floor and his boots. Mortified, her hand shot up to cover her mouth as she stared at the mess.
S. Richards: ::mumbling through her hand:: Talos… I am so sorry.
For a moment, Talos could only stare wide -eyed as the situation developed. But it only took a few moments for his look of surprise to be replaced by one of concern. He placed a hand on the center of her back, rubbing gently.
Dakora: Oh, I… Uh… are you ok?
Talos stood, crossing the room to one of the wall control stations.
S. Richards: ::Standing up:: I… I guess I’m not completely over being sick… I really thought I was. I- Let me help. ::trying to hide her very obvious embarrassment:: I’m sorry.
A sharp pain in her stomach stopped her before she could even ask how to help. Doubling over, she lowered herself back down to the couch with a groan.
He shook his head as he activated an off-cycle sanitation sweep. It would probably take a few passes, but the ship's sanitation matter reclaimers would handle most of the cleanup.
Dakora: No, it's fine. You've got nothing to be sorry about! ::He frowned as he took her in.:: But I think maybe we should get you to sickbay. You must have caught a bug on the transport or something.
S.Richards: Ugh.. ::rubbing her face:: Your sickbay is a nice place, I’ve been there once and that one time was enough. I’m okay, whatever it is it’ll pass i’m sure…
Talos eyed her with trepidation. She didn't look okay to him, not with all the doubling over and groaning.
Dakora: It’ll pass a lot faster with help from the finest Sickbay in Starfleet. ::He smirked.:: Besides, if something happened to you, I'd have to fill out all kinds of paperwork, and no one wants that…
S. Richards: ::Letting out a long sigh:: Fine. I’ll go, but I’m probably going to complain the whole time.
She gave him a small smile, it was hard to imagine finding much to complain about when she was with him, but that wouldn’t stop her from being cheeky about it.
Dakora::Still smirking.:: I wouldn't have it any other way.
((Sickbay, Deck 7, USS Artemis))
As much as she hated the thought of going to sickbay, Talos was right– which she also hated– but it was best to get checked out just in case. While it had been quite some time since Sam had her short stint in the Artemis sickbay, she still felt a wave of discomfort as they walked in… Or was that more nausea? She reached out for Talos’ hand, finding reassurance in the gentle squeeze he gave as their fingers interlaced.
S. Richards: Thanks for coming with me.
There was a moment of indecision for Talos when she took his hand. As XO of the Artemis, there were certain appearances to uphold. But the thoughts vanished as quick as they'd come; She was turning to him for support, and he was rather fond of her.
Dakora: How else would I be able to make sure you received Gusest-of-the-XO special treatment?
Getting herself situated on the biobed, Sam watched as Talos picked a spot close to her side to stand. She was about to apologize again for spoiling their day, but the doctor arrived before she could muster up the words.
The doctor, an older human woman with deep smile lines and dark brown hair knotted at the nape of her neck, walked in and greeted the XO and his guest with a warm smile and sparkling eyes. She glanced between the two of them briefly contemplating greeting Lieutenant Commander Dakora first, but instead turned to the pale redhead who sat atop the biobed.
Rani: Hello. Good evening. How are you?
S. Richards: I mean… I’ve been better. ::glancing at Talos:: I was forced to come here.
Rani: Good on you, Sir. ::turning back to her patient:: Tell me what’s going on, hun.
The doctor had a soothing tone that helped ease some of Sam’s unwillingness to be there.
Talos thanked the Four that Genkos or Gila weren’t on duty at the moment to see him being a little too friendly with their visiting Science Liaison.
Dakora: Judging by the mess we left behind in my quarters, symptoms include vomiting…
TBC in part 2
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LtCmdr. Talos Dakora
First Officer
USS Artemis-A
O238811CD0
&
Samantha Richards
Civilian Science Liaison
Amity Outpost
A240103SR3
With special guest
written by
Ensign Alix Harford
Medical Officer
USS Astraeus, NCC-70652
D240104AH2