Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari ~ Congratulations! It's a full grown man.

[Roxanna Dorion]

((Main Sickbay ~ USS Khitomer))

Talia Ohnari sat at her desk, staring at the PADD in front of her. 

Ohnari: And...you're sure?

Normally, she would never ever question a fellow medical professional. However the situation was far from normal. She hoped Alix forgave the impertinence. 

Harford: Response 

Ohnari: Huh. 

Extremely eloquent and leaderly. 

Harford: Response 

Ohnari: ::eyes not leaving the PADD:: We're going to run it again. 

Harford: Response 

((Timeskip, Several Hours Later, Corridor enroute to Conference Room, Deck 1))

Talia was trying to focus on one step after another. Turning the corner, she caught sight of Connor. An extremely mixed swirl of emotions crashed together. She had inadvertently been avoiding Nolen and Ayemet. And mostly, Connor. But now, seeing him, a dam burst. She ran towards him and latched onto his arm, her eyes wide with confused fear. 

Ohnari: Did...we leave for Risa on that damn pasta truck??

After the battle of SB33, Talia and Connor, both attempting to drown their various traumas in vats of liquor, had determined Starfleet life just wasn't for them, and they discussed, in detail, a plan to convert a shuttle into a mobile pasta restaurant. The "Live Long, and Pasta". They determined they would go off to Risa, spending their days stuffing ravioli and serving wine, way better than fixing phaser blasted ships and people. 

And while that night had ended with the two tangled up in bed, it was completely platonic, they were both fully clothed, and covered in pasta noodles. The only thing shared was one mighty powerful hangover. 

Dewitt: Response 

A valid inquiry. 

Ohnari: Twenty seven times. Would have been twenty eight but Doctor Harford threatened to sedate me and declare me unfit for duty. ::a ghost of a smirk:: She's doing amazing. ::sobering:: It matches...and I swear Connor I...::glancing around, her eyes were misting:: I feel it. 

Dewitt: Response 

Ohnari: I...I can't explain a damn thing, I just know as soon as he called me "mom", it was like a teather shot out and wrapped around me. He feels familiar in a way I have never experienced...I want to know everything about him, and at the same time, lock myself in my quarters and never leave...and the entire thing terrifies me. 

Dewitt: Response

Ohnari: And you love Ayemet. Completely. Neither of us would ever....which might mean....::a fresh wave of terror rolled over her, both hands latched on his forearms tightened:: Connor what the hell is going to happen in forty years...? 

Dewitt: Response 

TAG/TBC

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Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari, MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Khitomer
C239205ME0