LCDR Aine Sherlock - With A Plan In Place...

[Aine Sherlock]

((Gator Deck, Training Range, Deck 12, USS Octavia E. Butler))

Aine had to consider her new role on the ship. Just being in Security was one thing, but the responsibilities bestowed upon her by Lia were entirely another. It used to be she could just warn people, now she had to counsel them. And she wasn't much of a counselor. She was more of the "do as I say not as I do" type.

Sherlock: Michele, I know I said this was, engineering thing, was punishment. But I want you to look at it differently.

Winters: If not punishment then what?

Sherlock: A second chance. ::she held her hand up again, just in case Michele was ready to react:: When you were my Number One, you did amazing. We were in a shit situation, and I couldn't have done it without you. I believe in you. And I trust you. And I want to see you up there again. So, when you're down there, in engineering hell, don't be afraid to lead.

Aine thought to herself that she ought to improvise speeches more often. That had come out way better than anything she'd practiced in front of the mirror. Probably because it was genuine. She believed Michele, deep down, had what it takes to become something more than just a Marine Medic.

Winters: OK. Keep the engineers from toasting themselves any further. I’ll do that.

Sherlock: And ::beat:: don't be afraid to teach them. Lead them. Just not ::nodding her head to the side:: like in the XO's office. Calmly.

Winters: (shaking her head in agreement) I will. I promise.

Sherlock: Good.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Michele was surprisingly taking this well and it seemed she genuinely understood. And Aine hoped she was getting the underlying message that she wanted Michele to be more.

Winters: I appreciate the position you are in Anie. (beat) I’ll try not to put you in the same position again.

Sherlock: I would greatly appreciate that.

Winters: (grinning) I’m stubborn, I can’t say, won’t. I’ll just try not to.

It was then that Aine thought about sharing some more, like her scathing reports filed to HQ. But felt better to leave a little mystery. She wasn't actually all that different, just maybe a little lucky that command hadn't busted her down by now.

Sherlock: I understand. ::grinning:: More than you know.

Winters: (nodding towards the doors) How about we go get some phaser rifles and come back in and take out some stress?

Sherlock: ::holding up a single finger at the idea:: Now that ::beat:: sounds like a plan.

End Scene for Sherlock

LCDR Aine Sherlock

Chief of Security

U.S.S. Octavia E. Butler

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