PNPC Lt Ayemet Dewitt-Scars
Emma Banin
(( USS Khitomer, Deck 12 Just outside Main Engineering))
She felt better than she had done in quite sometime. There was a sway to her gait, she was a woman on a mission. She laughed gently to herself. Mission indeed. Having spent most of it in a hospital bed, curtains drawn round it for privacy, it felt beyond good when Talia had finally given her the all clear and let her leave.
She had gone back to her quarters, only to find Connor absent and a message from Quentin waiting for her. Her position as a science officer with Quentin had meant more to her than she realised at the time. His sudden departure had hurt her, and Connor’s surprise achievement of getting her mentor to attend their wedding had only increased her love for him.
She had meant to speak to him before. To tell her husband what he meant to her and the decision she had come to. Then the mission and her medical emergency had gotten in the way. Something always seemed to get in the way, but not today. Not now.
As she approached main Engineering see saw him, the man who was her anchor, her heart. His back was turned to her as he looked over a PADD. A smile crept across her lips as she silently walked up behind him, suddenly placing a hand on his shoulder.
C.Dewitt: Response.
A.Dewitt: :doubled over laughing: Oh Connor that was too easy!
C.Dewitt: Response.
She put her hands up in surrender a wide smile still showing. She loved everything about Connor, but when he was flustered or angry about her taking risks there was something adorable about his caring.
She knew he worried about her. Worried about her health, particularly after her experience as a prisoner of the Sheliak; and she needed him to know she was okay.
A.Dewitt: Okay okay. I’m sorry, but can you blame a girl from wanting to see her husband, particularly when she’s been stuck in sickbay for what seems like forever?
C.Dewitt: Response.
She walked over and placed a hand gently to the side of his face, her voice now soft and gentle, the former grin replaced by eyes that showed her concern.
A.Dewitt: Hey it’s okay. Talia wouldn’t have released me if I wasn’t. You know what she’s like.
C.Dewitt: Response.
A.Dewitt: Connor there are always going to be scars of some kind.
She paused letting go of Connor and walked a few paces away before turning back to face him.
A.Dewitt: But I am not ashamed of them.:beat: It’s not that we’re scared ; it’s what we choose to do with them that matters.
C.Dewitt: Response.
A.Dewitt: Duly noted, but you do realise you’re the First Officer don’t you?
Before he could reply she took his hand and led him away from engineering,
C.Dewitt: Response.
A.Dewitt: You’re going to play hooky as your gorgeous wife has a surprise for you.
C.Dewitt: Response.
TAG/TBC
Lieutenant Ayemet Dewitt
Ship Counsellor
USS Khitomer
NCC62400