JP LtJG Aine Sherlock and Lt Meidra Sirin - Untethered, Part 1
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Aine Sherlock
Jun 29, 2021, 4:06:15 PM6/29/21
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((Molly Malone’s, Deep Space 224))
There were times that Aine felt she had no one she could talk to on a personal level. She lied to her parents constantly about her life in Starfleet because they didn’t want her to go in the first place because of the dangers. Though she was making friends, she kept herself guarded to them as well when it came to certain aspects of her life. The only one she’d been able to open up to was Meidra. And after the events earlier in the day, she needed a friend. Someone she could release all this pent up anger, frustration, and sadness to. She asked her to meet her at Molly Malone’s. A drink or five would help.
Meidra had a feeling she knew why Aine had invited her out for a drink, the security officer had been a bit quiet since the night she went out on her own, and the counselor could sense a strong feeling of sadness coming from her friend. The fact that Aine hadn’t asked anyone else to join them was a huge clue that whatever had happened, it was something that didn’t need to be publicized. She hoped that Aine hadn’t done something foolish.
Seeing the familiar sign of the tavern, she picked up speed. The night was early, but she had the feeling that it would turn into a late one once they began talking. Iljor may be her little brother, but she regarded Aine as a sister, seeing how she hadn’t spoken to her own in over 5 years.
She was hitting it hard tonight already on her third double of Tyrconnell when Meidra arrived, she was starting to get drunk enough that her accent slurred to life.
Sherlock: Hey, ‘ow are ya’?
Meidra didn’t need telepathy to see the despair in Aine’s eyes.
Sirin: Concerned. ::beat:: How are you?
Sherlock: I’m not so well.
Meidra signaled to the waiter and ordered her favorite Bolian ale. It was strong and worked fast. She felt that she was going to need it tonight.
Sirin: I can see that. ::sits down:: What has happened?
Aine quickly downed the rest of number three before signalling to the bartender that she needed another. She took a deep breath.
Sherlock: Well, remember Mel?
Sirin: ::dryly:: The ill advised drunken communication with your ex boyfriend.
Sherlock: Yes, ::rolling her eyes:: the drunk message. Well, he’s here.
That was a surprise. Had Aine invited him to visit? That seemed highly unlikely but who really knew what her drunken message had offered to the man? If he was here, there were a few reasons that came to mind. She would not assume, however. Her mouth twisted in distaste. The waiter saw the expression and quickly left the ale on the table, moving away backwards from the women, nearly stumbling over a Ferengi who was muttering to herself about weddings.
Sirin: Why would he be here? ::looks around, eyes narrowed::
Sherlock: He came to the station and found me yesterday.
Yesterday. The thought came unbidden that it was past tense. Had she done something to the man? Meidra hadn’t hidden a body in years, but … no, she was getting ahead of herself. One step at a time, questions needed to be asked before Meidra made those calls.
Sirin: Did you injure him in some manner? Do we need to get you a new identity?
Sherlock: I basically told him to feck off!
Sirin: Oh. Well. That is an acceptable outcome. ::she quickly downed her drink, ordering another::
Meidra seemed surprised and proud, then Aine continued...
Sherlock: Then I agreed to meet him to talk.
Meidra stared at her, not speaking. This was not good. Her voice got a bit louder in exasperation.
Sirin: You....are you unwell? Do we need to get you to Doctor Adea for observation?
Sherlock: I don’t know! I don’t know what I was thinking!
There was a pause in their conversation as the bartender brought their drinks. Aine immediately downed half of hers. Meidra sipped hers then shrugged, downing the rest of it in one go, signalling for another with her lips still on the glass. She slammed the glass down, swearing in Klingon, and turned to her friend with a stern expression.
Sirin: Pace yourself, this may take awhile to sort through.
Sherlock: Well, everything was going ok. He apologized. Then asked how I was, how my career is going and whatnot.
Meidra knew the story would not end well, but this part seemed promising. She nodded and waved a hand for Aine to continue.
Sirin: That sounds…cordial.
Sherlock: Yeah, everything was good. Then he asked…
Though she was sure Meidra had seen her medical records, it was something different to say it aloud for the first time to anyone. Meidra’s eyes grew soft, and she reached for Aine’s hand. She could see the pain on her friend’s face and it hurt to see such a vibrant and caring woman look so beaten down. She lowered her voice and squeezed Aine’s hand in comfort.
Sirin: Tell me.
Sherlock: He asked if he could see the baby.
Sirin: He didn’t know.
Sherlock: Yeah, he never even bothered to find out. He didn’t know I’d terminated the pregnancy.
Aine couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a good cry. She wasn’t sure if it was the topic or the whiskey, but she couldn’t hold it in anymore. She covered her face as she began to sob. Meidra handed her a napkin and rubbed Aine’s shoulder to calm her.
Sirin: You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, certainly not to such a kre’nath - jerk as he is. He chose to walk away, correct? This is in no way your fault, Aine.
Aine listened as her friend tried to comfort her.
Sherlock: Then why does it feel like it’s all my fault?
Meidra reached over and brushed a loose lock of hair from Aine’s face, smiling sadly as she tucked the strands over her friend’s ear.
Sirin: Because you have a good heart. And people with good hearts must constantly suffer the pain caused by those who do not.
As if this were all the script to a bad holo, Aine looked past Meidra’s shoulder and could see him. Mel had come to find her. Aine quickly wiped away any tears and sniffled in a breath.
Sherlock: He’s here.
Lt. Martinson simmed by LtJG Aine Sherlock
Lieutenant Junior Grade Aine Sherlock
Security Officer
USS Resolution
R239712AS0
Lt Meidra Sirin
Counseling Officer
USS Resolution
R923707MS0
There were times that Aine felt she had no one she could talk to on a personal level. She lied to her parents constantly about her life in Starfleet because they didn’t want her to go in the first place because of the dangers. Though she was making friends, she kept herself guarded to them as well when it came to certain aspects of her life. The only one she’d been able to open up to was Meidra. And after the events earlier in the day, she needed a friend. Someone she could release all this pent up anger, frustration, and sadness to. She asked her to meet her at Molly Malone’s. A drink or five would help.
Meidra had a feeling she knew why Aine had invited her out for a drink, the security officer had been a bit quiet since the night she went out on her own, and the counselor could sense a strong feeling of sadness coming from her friend. The fact that Aine hadn’t asked anyone else to join them was a huge clue that whatever had happened, it was something that didn’t need to be publicized. She hoped that Aine hadn’t done something foolish.
Seeing the familiar sign of the tavern, she picked up speed. The night was early, but she had the feeling that it would turn into a late one once they began talking. Iljor may be her little brother, but she regarded Aine as a sister, seeing how she hadn’t spoken to her own in over 5 years.
She was hitting it hard tonight already on her third double of Tyrconnell when Meidra arrived, she was starting to get drunk enough that her accent slurred to life.
Sherlock: Hey, ‘ow are ya’?
Meidra didn’t need telepathy to see the despair in Aine’s eyes.
Sirin: Concerned. ::beat:: How are you?
Sherlock: I’m not so well.
Meidra signaled to the waiter and ordered her favorite Bolian ale. It was strong and worked fast. She felt that she was going to need it tonight.
Sirin: I can see that. ::sits down:: What has happened?
Aine quickly downed the rest of number three before signalling to the bartender that she needed another. She took a deep breath.
Sherlock: Well, remember Mel?
Sirin: ::dryly:: The ill advised drunken communication with your ex boyfriend.
Sherlock: Yes, ::rolling her eyes:: the drunk message. Well, he’s here.
That was a surprise. Had Aine invited him to visit? That seemed highly unlikely but who really knew what her drunken message had offered to the man? If he was here, there were a few reasons that came to mind. She would not assume, however. Her mouth twisted in distaste. The waiter saw the expression and quickly left the ale on the table, moving away backwards from the women, nearly stumbling over a Ferengi who was muttering to herself about weddings.
Sirin: Why would he be here? ::looks around, eyes narrowed::
Sherlock: He came to the station and found me yesterday.
Yesterday. The thought came unbidden that it was past tense. Had she done something to the man? Meidra hadn’t hidden a body in years, but … no, she was getting ahead of herself. One step at a time, questions needed to be asked before Meidra made those calls.
Sirin: Did you injure him in some manner? Do we need to get you a new identity?
Sherlock: I basically told him to feck off!
Sirin: Oh. Well. That is an acceptable outcome. ::she quickly downed her drink, ordering another::
Meidra seemed surprised and proud, then Aine continued...
Sherlock: Then I agreed to meet him to talk.
Meidra stared at her, not speaking. This was not good. Her voice got a bit louder in exasperation.
Sirin: You....are you unwell? Do we need to get you to Doctor Adea for observation?
Sherlock: I don’t know! I don’t know what I was thinking!
There was a pause in their conversation as the bartender brought their drinks. Aine immediately downed half of hers. Meidra sipped hers then shrugged, downing the rest of it in one go, signalling for another with her lips still on the glass. She slammed the glass down, swearing in Klingon, and turned to her friend with a stern expression.
Sirin: Pace yourself, this may take awhile to sort through.
Sherlock: Well, everything was going ok. He apologized. Then asked how I was, how my career is going and whatnot.
Meidra knew the story would not end well, but this part seemed promising. She nodded and waved a hand for Aine to continue.
Sirin: That sounds…cordial.
Sherlock: Yeah, everything was good. Then he asked…
Though she was sure Meidra had seen her medical records, it was something different to say it aloud for the first time to anyone. Meidra’s eyes grew soft, and she reached for Aine’s hand. She could see the pain on her friend’s face and it hurt to see such a vibrant and caring woman look so beaten down. She lowered her voice and squeezed Aine’s hand in comfort.
Sirin: Tell me.
Sherlock: He asked if he could see the baby.
Sirin: He didn’t know.
Sherlock: Yeah, he never even bothered to find out. He didn’t know I’d terminated the pregnancy.
Aine couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a good cry. She wasn’t sure if it was the topic or the whiskey, but she couldn’t hold it in anymore. She covered her face as she began to sob. Meidra handed her a napkin and rubbed Aine’s shoulder to calm her.
Sirin: You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, certainly not to such a kre’nath - jerk as he is. He chose to walk away, correct? This is in no way your fault, Aine.
Aine listened as her friend tried to comfort her.
Sherlock: Then why does it feel like it’s all my fault?
Meidra reached over and brushed a loose lock of hair from Aine’s face, smiling sadly as she tucked the strands over her friend’s ear.
Sirin: Because you have a good heart. And people with good hearts must constantly suffer the pain caused by those who do not.
As if this were all the script to a bad holo, Aine looked past Meidra’s shoulder and could see him. Mel had come to find her. Aine quickly wiped away any tears and sniffled in a breath.
Sherlock: He’s here.
to be continued
Lt. Martinson simmed by LtJG Aine Sherlock
Lieutenant Junior Grade Aine Sherlock
Security Officer
USS Resolution
R239712AS0
Lt Meidra Sirin
Counseling Officer
USS Resolution
R923707MS0
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