Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2014 11:59:56 GMT -8
“I’ll take care of everything else.”
“Thank you,” she said, smiling weakly. It was good to have a big brother that cared, even if he was the most overprotective person known to man. Seriously, how many women in Starfleet had brothers who could track your every move, even when you were in the farthest reaches of space.
”The station is at alert and there have been a lot of injuries.”
Rychel nodded. It seemed like everyone in her family was a busy sort of person, herself included. Then again, that’s what happened when half of your family was made up of career-minded Starfleet officers.
”Besides, there’s a lot that you can do here one the station.”
“I guess,” she said noncommittally. She had an agenda right now, and she was going to be wherever she needed to be in order to further it. Somehow, though, she suspected it was going to be SGE.
“Some big brother I am, eh?”
She squeezed his hand reassuringly. She knew that he just needed a few moments of catharsis to handle the unfamiliar emotions he was experiencing before he got ahold of himself. True to form, he recovered quickly, stealing himself.
”I’m sure whatever is going on in your life I can remedy as well.”
“I hope you’re right,” she said, placing more weight on the words than she normally would have with Desan. He seemed to be a genius at figuring out when she was speaking between the lines, but at the moment his normally-sharp mind was otherwise pre-occupied.
“One second,”
He typed away at his padd, and she lay there waiting. Another doctor checked on her, and handed her a mug of tea and some digestives, which she accepted gratefully. She’d finished the tea and digestives before he completed whatever it was doing, and while she waited for his attention, she watched the situation with the pregnant redhead with interest.
Desan stood up suddenly, walking over to Leria.
"We'll talk later, but call me if you need anything."
"Thank you," she said. "Desan might need it more than I do, but he'll never admit to it."
When Desan returned, he looked Rychel over. She couldn’t leave the sickbay in her present state of attire, not the way she was dressed. Reaching into the harness that he had attached to his leg, he pulled out a device that she didn’t recognize. He typed a few commands into it, and they disappeared; whisked away by the beam of a transporter.
Tag: Any | End Rychel and Desan
OOC: Desan posed with admin permission because Rychel and Desan share a writer
“Thank you,” she said, smiling weakly. It was good to have a big brother that cared, even if he was the most overprotective person known to man. Seriously, how many women in Starfleet had brothers who could track your every move, even when you were in the farthest reaches of space.
”The station is at alert and there have been a lot of injuries.”
Rychel nodded. It seemed like everyone in her family was a busy sort of person, herself included. Then again, that’s what happened when half of your family was made up of career-minded Starfleet officers.
”Besides, there’s a lot that you can do here one the station.”
“I guess,” she said noncommittally. She had an agenda right now, and she was going to be wherever she needed to be in order to further it. Somehow, though, she suspected it was going to be SGE.
“Some big brother I am, eh?”
She squeezed his hand reassuringly. She knew that he just needed a few moments of catharsis to handle the unfamiliar emotions he was experiencing before he got ahold of himself. True to form, he recovered quickly, stealing himself.
”I’m sure whatever is going on in your life I can remedy as well.”
“I hope you’re right,” she said, placing more weight on the words than she normally would have with Desan. He seemed to be a genius at figuring out when she was speaking between the lines, but at the moment his normally-sharp mind was otherwise pre-occupied.
“One second,”
He typed away at his padd, and she lay there waiting. Another doctor checked on her, and handed her a mug of tea and some digestives, which she accepted gratefully. She’d finished the tea and digestives before he completed whatever it was doing, and while she waited for his attention, she watched the situation with the pregnant redhead with interest.
Desan stood up suddenly, walking over to Leria.
"We'll talk later, but call me if you need anything."
"Thank you," she said. "Desan might need it more than I do, but he'll never admit to it."
When Desan returned, he looked Rychel over. She couldn’t leave the sickbay in her present state of attire, not the way she was dressed. Reaching into the harness that he had attached to his leg, he pulled out a device that she didn’t recognize. He typed a few commands into it, and they disappeared; whisked away by the beam of a transporter.
Tag: Any | End Rychel and Desan
OOC: Desan posed with admin permission because Rychel and Desan share a writer