What's up, Doc?

Posted on Sat Sep 22nd, 2018 @ 10:42pm by Lieutenant Cole Dering M.D. & Lieutenant Commander Charlotte Hudson

1,058 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Mission 0 - Christening of Legacy and Crew Arrival
Location: Medical Bay
Timeline: 2261.182 1300

After having her lunch, Bec decided Medical should be her next stop, if only to get the slowly forming goose egg on her head checked. So she set off exploring everything between the mess and medical. When she reached the doors proudly proclaiming they were the entrance to the medical bay, she smiled. As a security officer, she spent many a day harassing her old Doc with minor injuries from training. Stepping through the door, she wondered if old habits would start up again. The ship did have a gym she could use and she was sure she could convince some of the security officers to spar with her.

She took a moment, standing just inside the doors, to watch the activity of the medical staff. Most of them were doing inventory or making sure everything was perfectly stocked. Then her eyes landed on a tall man and she knew she was looking at their Chief Medical Officer. She walked up to him, trying to stand slightly taller than her five foot four frame really was. "What's up, Doc?" she asked as she came to a stop in front of him, a smirk firmly in place on her face and eyes twinkling mischiefly.

Preoccupied and having just turned, Cole was speechless, but for only a moment. Ohhh.. he couldn't help but give her a knowing smile. Instead of on his own, he was suddenly placing a finger to her lips, saying quietly in his best Elmer Fudd voice, "Shhhh, be vewy, vewy quiet. I'm hunting wabbits, Commander. It's wabbit season."

Bec was momentarily taken aback when the finger pressed against her lips, but the smirk didn't falter. She resisted the urge to nip at the finger. "Then I better hide, Doc," she said, the right corner of her lips raising higher. "This lil wabbit walked right into a trap..."

At that, Cole narrowed his eyes. "Well, that's right. But," he lifted up the medical tricorder he held in his his hand, "my rifles loaded and you're not going anywhere. And besides," his brow now furrowed, "that's quite an egg you got there."

Bec lifted one eyebrow at the "rifle's loaded" comment but didn't respond. "Oh this?" she gestured to her forehead and shrugged. "Low hanging obstacles don't play nice when you're distracted," she said by way of explanation. "Doesn't hurt, but I figured I'd be sent here by Captain Jackson if she saw it."

"Yeah...most likely you would have..." he agreed, looking it over more intently. "Well, come with me," he said, pulling away and then waved with the tricorder for her to follow. "We'll get you all fixed up."

"If you insist," Bec sighed dramatically and followed the Doc. "So, how are you liking Legacy?" she asked as they moved. "Everything you need has arrived?"

" Oh yeah," he smiled back to her and as they arrived to a biobed, he padded it for her to get onto. "So far, I'm loving it here," he narrowed his eyes, "I'm the boss and these," he looked around at the medical personnel working, "are my minions." And then raised his head as he thought about it more , "Like Gru in the old theatrical movie Despicable Me, only I'm not a supervillain...at least I don't think so."

"He wasn't a supervillain for long," she pointed out as she slid up onto the biobed, readjusting her miniskirt when it tried to roll up her thigh. "If I recall correctly," she added. "But it's fun to have minions isn't it?" she got a devious glint in her eye.

Cole had first lifted up his chin, taking in what she said. "That's true..." and then narrowed his eyes again at her devious expression. "Considering you're the first officer, I suppose that makes me one of yours."

She grinned at him. "Oooh," she said drumming her fingers together. "I could have fun with that," she laughed and gave him a wink. "But, I shall play nice," she said when she noted the narrowing eyes.

"Now why don't I believe you?" he said, still teasing and leaning in to get a better look at her bruise. He pulled away and ran a quick scan. "Nothing too severe here," he said, this time moving away to grab a dermal regenerator off a nearby tray before returning to her. "How much damage did you do to whatever it was you ran into?"

"Not a scratch," she pouted playfully. "It was a junction box in a jeffries tube. Remind me to never follow an engineer into one again. As for not believing me... well, you'd be right... it's hard to behave..." She grinned at him and gave a little shrug. "Life's too boring if you always behave."

Having been moving the regenerator slowly back and forth over the bruise, Cole smiled, "I agree. Although I have to admit, I'm a lot more disciplined than I use to be... My father wouldn't agree, but then.." the bruise all healed, he pulled away, "that's his problem not mine."

Bec laughed. "I've been told I lack discipline in...certain areas," she shrugged. "But what can I say, a good looking person deserves a good look," she winked at him. "So, what's the verdict Doc? Am I all better now? Or do I need more care?"

Caught by her wink and the look in her eyes, Cole grinned, "I'm going to have to be careful how I answer that question or I could get myself in trouble."

"I won't tell," she said conspiratorially, then slid off the biobed. "Ooh, I should get my physical too. Want to take care of that now?"

Cole continued to grin, really liking her. "I have all the readings already," he held up the tricorder, "but how about we squeeze you in for a stress test in the next couple of days?"

"Sounds good to me," Bec chuckled, wondering how he was going to conduct the stress test. "Anything else or am I free to go for now?"

"Ah, you're free to go," he said, and then with a stern expression, a raised eyebrow, "but no more wrestling junction boxes in jeffries tubes. There's much better ways to get a work out."

Enjoying the last expression he received from her, Cole continue to smile as he watched her walk out the doors.

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