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Post by Silverfall on Apr 28, 2020 0:34:36 GMT -5
{Now you know how I feel!!! Don't worry about it.}
Abby huffed with a small smile anything would have hurt. "Thanks for getting me out of there. For all the time, I've spent there, I still don't like hospitals. It's pretty normal. There's no way, I'm going to sleep without a shower. Between whatever they call alcohol and that damn dress and dancing. Although I have to wear this stupid thing again." Abby sighed. Soon enough they made it to her room. The effort did seem to tire her out, although given the circumstance. "You don't have to stay James, I'll be fine. Given what went on, I'm sure there's going to be rumors abound. She took a few steps away from Kirk and sighed at the state her room was in. Abby hadn't gotten a chance to clean up. She groaned, leaning over, and ran through her bag that had stayed on the ship. Picking up a new set of clothes, she slowly ambled her way to her bathroom.
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Post by Silverfall on Apr 28, 2020 0:35:08 GMT -5
{Please do.}
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Post by bearpaw123 on Apr 28, 2020 1:09:08 GMT -5
(LMAO. I just need to go outside and get some fresh air. The semi plots came when I was outside, I just need to try that again.)
(Gotcha.)
Jim continued to smile. “I’m not a fan either.” He looked out the way they were headed, giving a nod. “We’ll get you cleaned up.” He wasn’t entirely sure if she was strong enough to stand in the shower any amount of time, but he was also worried about boosting her mood after the mission. A bath would help, even if that meant it lasted a few minutes. He shook his head at her offer. “I told Bones I’d stay.” He responded, a serious look on his face. “If something happened to you because I left... If Bones didn’t kill me first, I...” he trailed off, not wanting to think about a situation where Abby’s injury was his fault. He already felt like this injury had been his fault. Kirk took the step inside. “At this point, I don’t care about the rumors.” He walked over to a seat and removed the few things that had yet to be put up, then sat down. “Unless you’re worried about them. If the rumors bother you, I’ll go.” Jim watched her head towards her bathroom and almost hesitated before he spoke. “Are you sure about taking a bath right now?” He felt like he was somehow questioning her strength, but he didn’t mean that. “Do you have enough energy to stand right now? I’m tired, and I didn’t get shot and have to sit in medbay for hours. That’s draining.” He made a slight face to emphasize the words at the end.
Spock had spent the time since his medbay visit on the bridge. He waited for Kirk to return, which never happened. The Vulcan’s first thought was that his friend had finally gone to his quarters. He left the bridge and walked down to the Captain’s quarters and checked to see if he was there. He didn’t want to wake the other male, but he wanted to make sure he was there. There was no answer. Now Spock was more convinced than before to make sure his friend found rest. He checked the next places that seemed to be a reasonable locations for his friend, the Mess hall and his office. Still no Kirk. Spock decided upon checking medbay once more. While it wasn’t the most logical place for an individual to be, it was a likely place if thought about from Kirk’s view point. Abby was there, and the two humans seemed to be growing more connected every moment they were near each other. He had just missed them. The Vulcan looked around medbay, finding Kirk nor Abby. Where next? Where was Abby? Perhaps his friend was with her. Spock left once more, deciding now to find T’Aimnu. If he found the other Vulcan, he may find Abby, then Kirk. T’Aimnu was much easier to find. He spotted her immediately after entering the bridge. “T’Aimnu,” he greeted once he got closer to her, “have you seen the Captain or Abigail?”
Cam, despite knowing she was exhausted, had decided to head back to Engineering after visiting Abby. She had worked the three hours beforehand, and figured she could continue for a little longer. Small fixes could still be made from the attack, and there was always monitoring to be done. The work she had been doing was nothing major at all, and perhaps that’s why she didn’t give it her full thought. She was applying a simple patch of sorts, one that was almost more preventative than anything else. She used a tool she had been using for years to do it. Her mind, from exhaustion and troubles, was not on the thoughtless task at hand. She didn’t realize what had happened until the burning started on her hand. She quickly pulled her hand away from the device and powered it off, careful not to make another rookie mistake. Cam yelped in pain, and some shock, as she looked at the significant burn on her hand. Most of the skin from the back was gone, and it had started at the sides and front. One of her friends who had been working near her halfway pushed the shocked woman up to medbay. Once there, the friend sat her on a spare bed and alerted the staff of the new case. Cam sat there, staring at her hand, the shock numbing half of the pain. She was still muttering out the same list of colorful words she had been the entire way up.
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Post by Silverfall on Apr 28, 2020 2:12:31 GMT -5
{Haha. Funny how that works isn't it?
I just spent 5 minutes trying to find Cam's last name. And sorry if Cam's full name isn't Cameron..}
The moment McCoy turned and saw Cam, his shoulders sagged. "Lieutenant Commander Cameron Russ. Come on." He rushed to get a dermal regenerator, shoeing off the attending nurse after she's got Cam a hypospray for the pain. "Not even 5 hours after friend gets shot, you come in here with a 3rd degree burn." He huffed, working on her hand. "You need to take what remains of the night to rest. Doctor's orders, if you don't, I'll pull rank." He definitely was huffy when he was tired. "What the heck happened?" It took a good five to ten minutes to get the burn to where Bones was happen with the tight, tender, and pink, new skin. He set the dermal regenerator off to the side, and leaned over Cam slightly. From there he gently took Cam's formerly burn hand gently back into his own to reexam it. Professionally of course. "Why haven't you gone to bed? Or at least gotten some rest?" He asked softly.
T'Aimnu jumped slightly, having been engulfed in her work. "No I have not Commander. Not since we left the Med Bay together. Have you not checked the Medical Bay? If they aren't there, I would guess them to be in the Commander's quarters. It would be illogical for the Doctor to release Abigail so soon without someone watching her. Perhaps the Captain is settling her in for the night before checking into his own quarters." She raised an eyebrow in thought before looking at the time. It was very late, or fairly early, depending on how one looked at it, "Do you require assistance in finding the Captain before retiring for the night, after all we do have a shift tomorrow?" T'Aimnu responded back to her commanding officer. She glanced back to her station briefly to log out and then stood while looking at Spock. "Shall we?"
"I'll be fine." Abby smiled weakly. "Anything to get a full undisrupted night of sleep." She muttered to herself, hoping with her head turned away from Kirk, that the man wouldn't hear it. "I'll in and out before you know." She smiled weakly and disappeared into her bathroom. About 20 minutes later, she reemerged, looking even more tired, but comfortable. She laid down on the bed with a weak groan. Her hair was mostly dry, but still a little bit wet in a loose ponytail. Somehow, she still had a few bobby pins that she had missed while washing herself and her hair. Abby opened her eyes to look at James. "You don't have to stay on the couch if you refuse to leave. You can surprise yourself even when you don't feel like you have any energy, how much you can do if you push yourself." She sighed looking at the man, while shuffling under her covers painfully slowly. It was obvious that the new skin wasn't being used to being stretched. Of course that would change with time. "You can sleep on the bed, and not on the couch like a dog." Even all this time, it was obvious that whatever McCoy had given her plus the planet's alcohol had loosen her attitude and her tongue somewhat. She wasn't so far gone as to act like a idiot, but enough to not to question her motions and actions before she did or asked them.
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Post by bearpaw123 on Apr 28, 2020 2:42:16 GMT -5
(It is lmao
IM GONNA BE REAL WITH YOU IM TRYING TO REMEMBER SO MUCH ABOUT CAM RIGHT NOW. AND IF HER NAME WASNT CAMERON IT IS NOW SIMPLE AS THAT.)
Cam hissed in pain until the hypospray was injected. “I timed this.” She replied sarcastically, the pain still a fresh memory. She watched the dermal regenerator work absentmindedly. It had been a while since she’d ended up on any medbay, on the Enterprise or her old transfer ship. She had enjoyed that streak. “The ship isn’t-“ she attempted to argue until the threat, then let out a sigh. She realized how tense she had been from the pain, and tried to relax herself, not accomplishing much despite the pain being gone. “I don’t know...” she admitted, finally looking away from her hand. “I was just basically doing patch work... It’s something you could have a kid do. Everything was going fine, then all of the sudden my hand felt like it had been lit up...” her previous defensive attitude melted some. Cam now looked embarrassed. “I guess I wasn’t paying attention. I haven’t done something like that since... I don’t think I’ve ever done something that stupid.” She looked back at her hand as he reexamined it, forgetting for a moment that it had been healed, and almost expecting it to hurt. She was silent for a moment before answering his question. “I can’t. I...” her voice trailing off again. Sleeping had never been an issue for the woman, but she knew it would be now. She huffed a little and shook her head. “I just can’t.” She finished, refusing to admit the reason why, even if she halfway recognized it herself.
“I have checked the Medbay, as well as other locations I found logical for him to be located at. He was not at his own quarters, or the other locations I checked.” Spock replied. He hadn’t checked Abby’s quarters. He had considered it, briefly, but had assumed that McCoy would’ve made a medical officer stay with Abby, not Jim. “I have not checked the Commander’s quarters.” He admitted. “It seemed more logical for Doctor McCoy to provide medical staff overnight, but the Captain may have volunteered.” He refrained from calling the two by their first names while they were on the bridge. At the offer, the First Officer nodded. “Yes. It is imperative that the Captain is well rested before shift tomorrow, wherever he is.” He waited for her to log off and stand up, then gave another nod. He walked to bridge’s exit and waited on the other briefly, then headed out. “Have you visited Abigail recently?” He asked, using a less formal name for the woman after leaving the bridge. “I have not since when Jim came down.” He added, going the way to Abby’s quarters. He occasionally looked over at T’Aimnu to make sure she was still with him.
“Alright...” Jim smiled softly, almost worriedly, in return. “Call me if you need anything.” He added before she slipped in. While she was in there, he stood up and moved around the room. He carefully listened for any alarming noises inside the bathroom, but none reached his ears. At some point, he slipped off his shoes and stored them near the door. As the twenty minutes grew closer to an end, he grew more concerned for what had happened on the other side of the door. James was about ready to make sure she hadn’t fallen when Abby came out. He smiled, looking relieved, and glad to see her looking much more comfortable than before. He watched her get comfortable on the bed. “Does that mean I’m not in the dog house after what happened?” He laughed a little, hesitant to join her, but wanting to. He also wished he’d brought a change of clothes. Jim sighed a little, then walked over and slipped into the bed. Once he was situated, he noticed the Bobby pins left in her hair. “Uh... Abby... you’ve got...” his voice trailed off as he reached over and pulled one carefully out of her hair. He then held it out to present to her, laughing a little again. “You have a couple of these left.” He turned slightly to put the one off the bed, then turned back around and carefully extracted another. “They really went heavy with these...” he sighed.
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Post by Silverfall on Apr 28, 2020 14:01:16 GMT -5
(Haha. Cool!)
"It's fine Cam." Bones sighed, looking at the woman. "Everyone has their moments. When they aren't their best. Especially when you first go something like you did. If you want, I'll spend the night with you. Just give me ten minutes and I'll meet you back at you quarters. Or mine, if you would like. It's all up to you. I'll be back in five, tell me what you want to do." McCoy nodded, he started to check in with his nurses and Chapel. The five minutes turned into ten, letting Chapel know he had some sleep to catch up on and in turn was leaving for the nigth. Which of course was no lie, he could feel the tiredness start to creep in. "So what did you decide?" He asked softly, looking at the woman in question.
"No I haven't Spock. I wanted to collect as much data as I could before we left the planet. And even the system, given how much was an unknown walking into this mission." T'Aimnu kept up with her fellow Vulcan. "Have you taken into consideration how persuasive the Captain can be in matters with Abigail and even McCoy?" She questioned, looking at Spock. The woman also started to use their actual names off of the bridge in the name of professionalism. "Becuase James does seem to be more persuasive when the matter is Abigail or his ship." She was fairly disappointed with the statement, even though it was the true. And there was nothing to do about it.
Abby sighed and seemed to relax as Jim roved through her hair to find left over bobby pins. She moved her head closer to his hands. "What did I tell you? They made a rat's nest out of my hair. I took a good thirtysomething out of my hair the first time, and I gave up. Which perhaps was the smart thing to do, given that my hair really didn't get in my way during the fighting. Which actually worked out. I don't even want to think about the debriefing later out." She sighed, this was the most relaxed that Jim had seen her in a long time. Most of it was the cocktail of stuff still in her system. "So now you know the joys of 18th century America? What do you think about it?" The woman looked at the man in question.
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Post by bearpaw123 on Apr 28, 2020 14:50:29 GMT -5
“Still..” Cam was upset with herself for doing something so stupid, and couldn’t find any excuse for it reasonable. At the offer, she looked at him, a little surprised. “Okay.” She gave a small nod and waited for him to check in. “I’d prefer my quarters.” She informed him once he returned. She had decided it would be easier for her to find rest in her own bed. “If that’s alright with you.” The woman already felt like she was putting McCoy out by having him stay the night, and didn’t want to even more. She stood up, still careful of her hand, even though it had been fixed. “Are you ready to go?”
“I also gathered information as we departed.” Spock gave a slight nod, glad that there was even more data to be compiled and added to what they knew of the planet. “Jim can be quite persuasive. More so with those two subjects.” He agreed, shaking his head a little. Those two subjects were what Kirk cared about the most, which only added to his persuasiveness. “The Doctor must have given into a request to remove Abigail. He accomplished this despite McCoy being quite persistent on his own opinions.” He thought about what his friend must’ve done, finding the behaviors of the crew ever fascinating. “He is indeed quite persuasive.” He reiterated, almost just speaking his thoughts. “Do you think Abigail or Jim suggested this?” Spock looked at the other Vulcan. “To begin with?” He added, then looked back at the walk in front of them as they neared the quarters. “Their relationship is taking precedent in the Captains mind.” He almost sounded disappointed by the, about as disappointed as a Vulcan could be. He was pleased that his friend’s previous flirtatious behavior was coming to an end, and that his friend was happy. Still, he could not help but to think about what issues could be caused by this.
“At least it looked nice.” James shrugged a shoulder, still removing the pins and putting them up. “Thirty? There has to be at least forty then..” his voice trailed off as he spotted another one. “It’s good it had some use.” He smiled a little, shaking his head some as he removed the last one he’d seen. Once he was done, he moved back a bit to look at her better, finally removing his hands from her head. He noticed how at peace she seemed, which was nothing like how she’d been recently. Jim’s smile grew a little, glad to see her so relaxed for once. The smile reduced some at the mention of a debriefing, and he sighed. “I’m not exactly looking forward to it either.” He admitted, shifting in the bed a little, laying more on his back now. “I don’t think anyone is. And I don’t want to put you through that, especially not anytime soon.” He said softly, still looking at her. Jim seemed to relax into the bed some, remembering just how glad he was to be back on an Enterprise bed, even if it wasn’t his own. He laughed a little and shook his head at her question. “I think I was born in the right century.” He replied with a wide grin. “And I think I’m done with Earth history for a while.” He turned towards her a little again, still grinning. “What did you think? Would you go back in time to then?”
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Post by Silverfall on Apr 28, 2020 23:19:55 GMT -5
"It's completely fine Cam. I honestly don't mind." McCoy stated, rejoining Cam. "But yes, I am ready to go. Lead the way." He motioned for Cam to take the lead. The man was still a little disturbed about what he saw on the planet with Abby and T'Aimnu. He never would have thought those two would have been able to do what they did. But Abby was able to kill without a single doubt. He shook his head of the thoughts and followed Cam. "Lead the way." He sighed.
"Agreed. That the doctor is. If I had to make a guess, James would have had to suggest it. Abigail would probably have argued with McCoy as long as both parties would agrue. Although I do worry what the growing attachment will do for Kirk's command. I just hope it only helps, and not hinders his command. Given what emotions can do in illogical humans. We both can agree that Kirk is not one of the most logical humans. And I mean that in the warmest possible way." T'Aimnu mused. She looked between Spock and the hallway. "But is that not what we were aimming for in the first place?" She asked, questioning everything.
"Fourty I can believe. I loved the hair, but it was literally a pain in the neck." Abby sighed looking down at her comforter and then back to James. "I wouldn't mind visiting it once in a while. For the excitement of big dresses. If I could avoid the corset. I've always been fascinated by history. Just to interview members from history. Maybe members of the Culper ring." She sighed. "I'll be fine so long as Cartwright never gives me another mission. I'll be fine. Or else I might rip the lier's face off." She sighed, stretching much like a cat would, arching her back. "Admittedly not my most knowledgeable time, almost perfer the American Civil War. But beggars can't be choosers." She looks at James, running her fingers through her hairs. "Definitely rewashing my hair." Abby muttered to herself.
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Post by bearpaw123 on Apr 29, 2020 0:35:40 GMT -5
Cam nodded and led the way. Her own mind was on similar things. She had never seen that side of her friends before, and it bothered her. She was confident that they hadn’t been like that before their transfer, or at least that aspect wasn’t as prominent. The lack before was what bothered her more. Did she also have a similar side that just had not been moved to the surface from whatever pressures they had faced? Perhaps her striking the man with the candle holder was the beginning down that road. Her mind looped back around to that man, and her memory of looking at him right before they left. She shook her head a little in an attempt to draw her own attention from it, but it still lurked on the outskirts of her thoughts. Once they reached her quarters, Cam walked in and let out a sigh. The room was still a bit of a mess, but she’d had some more time to unpack than Abby, so it looked a little better. She sat down and started to tug on her shoes, looking up at McCoy as she did. “Make yourself at home.” It was obvious she hadn’t quite done that herself. “You haven’t gotten much rest either, have you? Between Abby’s surgery and my dumb accident... Sorry.” She was still rather annoyed with herself on that, looking at the pink flesh as she remembered it.
“That is the most logical events that would have played out, if prior observations can be applied.” Spock agreed. All the observations he had, and still he was never quite sure of what the humans next actions would be. Perhaps that’s what kept them not totally weighed down by their own emotion, their unpredictability made it harder for them to be stopped. “I hope so as well. While it is not wise for the Captain to get so attached, I hope his prior years of experience in his position will keep from making poor decisions. He has never been logical.” He repeated her, as if that was an argument that maybe his leadership wouldn’t change, since he had always never been very thoughtful in his actions. “What do you mean?” He questioned, looking back at her. “What were we aiming for?” He tilted his head a little, somewhat confused by her statement and what exactly she was questioning.
“I don’t know how you held your head up. Forty of anything sounds too heavy to be on someone’s head.” James mused with a slight grin. He shrugged a shoulder, rolling all the way onto his back to look at the ceiling. “You do look nice in their dresses...” he muttered, almost to himself, but very audible. He gave a small shrug. “I think I would’ve looked good in their uniforms.” He added, less in thought than before and more as a joke. “I might still go back in time, if I could, but I think I’m sick of the American Revolutionary War.” He snorted at the mention of Cartwright, looking back at her. “If he ever asks anything of my ship again...” he practically groaned out, putting extra emphasis on ever and anything. “I never want to see that sly bastard again.” Jim sighed, still looking over at her. “I don’t know how you put up with him as your handler. I could barely stand being in a meeting with him, even before the mission.” That was probably because of the way the Admiral had spoken to Abby. James had decided early on that he didn’t exactly admire the man, and that all came from his interaction with the woman, and her reaction upon seeing him. “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through.” He said, almost bluntly, like it was a thought that slipped out. Abigail had changed and he could tell. Something big would have to happen to make a woman change like that, and he was near positive he could never fully understand what. He was glad he couldn’t, in a way. Still, he had rather gone through whatever she had than to see her like this.
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Post by bearpaw123 on Apr 29, 2020 0:47:11 GMT -5
(Also I came up with another plot. It’s not fully formed, doubt you’re surprised by that. Basically, somehow someone ends up either getting infected or controlled or something by an alien. I was thinking one or two of the six, maybe a few other just random folks, like Sulu or someone. The crew doesn’t know who, but the aliens know who they are. They sabotage the ship, maybe to redirect or just to destroy it or something. I don’t know if there’d be any visible queues, like the Black Oil in eyes from X-Files, or like a rash or something. They would just act a little different, more aggressive or blunt or something. The crew that isn’t infected have to figure out who it is and get it out of them before the ship is really messed up.
This idea literally just came from some quarantine game I played all afternoon, so it’s not fully formed in the least. The game basically has 8 players, 2 are aliens and they know who the other is. They go through test to figure out who is the alien, and then ‘hit the button’ to shoot who they think the alien is out of the ship before time runs out. In short, that’s the game if you were wondering plot origin. Of course, we probably wouldn’t shoot yknow like Kirk or T’Aimnu out into space so it would have to be something that’s curable. And I’m thinking it’s something that just kind of pops up, not something brought in from a recognizable source like a planet or a supplies pick up.
That’s the idea though, and we can add it to the list if nothing else. Expand if we are more interested in this.)
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Post by Silverfall on Apr 29, 2020 1:33:03 GMT -5
"Eh don't worry about it. It's my job to care for people. Some of those people can be idiots, but you aren't one of them. Honestly I think everyone that went planet side, has not slept well for whatever reason." McCoy sighed, taking his shoes off a few feet into her quarters. At the same time he was also claiming the couch, not wanting to push Cam anymore than she wants. "So what's going on in that head of yours? I can see you're thinking about something." He asked, sitting on the couch and looked at the woman in question. He pulled off his blue tunic, leaving his black shirt and pants on. Once done, he returned his attention to Cam.
"Agreed for the Captain's poor decision making. For the group's holes to be patched, whether that results be in a romantic entanglement or in platonic friends. I would have thought that you would have had remembered the conversation that occurred in my quarters after Abby broke down the first full shift on the Enterprise. We spoke of the damaged that had occurred while we were away from the Enterprise, and were doing other missions and serving on other ships." T'Aimnu sighed, raising an eyebrow at Spock. She was kind of shocked that Spock did not recall their conversation that occurred recently. "To be the models of the group. To be fair, I believe the Doctor and Cam are doing much better than anticipated."
Abby giggle slightly at James' comment about 40 of anything. "Thanks. You would look good in the military uniforms." She lowered her eyes, her thoughts had slid to Andre and wondered what would happen to him. She hoped that this Andre wouldn't have a similar fate to the one in the American Revolution. His voiced thoughts on Cartwright broke her thought's grip on her mind. "You're starting to piece things together." She sighed, looking at her feet. "It wasn't bad at first. He isn't my handler. Anymore, he shouldn't have reacted out to me, let alone drag you and the Enterprise." The laxed attitude slowly started to disappear as her voice became smaller and softer. "Supposed to be out." She murmured more to herself than to Jim. "You shouldn't have seen this side of me. This is what I was warning you about. I know your opinion of me would change." She sat up and flip to lay on her side facing away from James. Abby curled up into a ball as best as she could, which wasn't much with her new skin.
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Post by Silverfall on Apr 29, 2020 1:35:25 GMT -5
(It's definitely interesting. Down the road, we could work it in. It sounds like a TNG episode or like the Naked Time.}
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Post by bearpaw123 on Apr 29, 2020 2:06:03 GMT -5
(I was thinking that was an episode, or similar, so maybe that’s what I was thinking.)
“I think you’re right...” Cam couldn’t imagine that anyone else had gotten much rest. She always felt like she got some of the best rest out of the bunch. The woman grabbed a few clothes, then went into her bathroom. She changed and washed up a bit and came out a few minutes later. “I... don’t know. I keep thinking about what happened. The man, what do you think happened to him?” She paused, then realized Bones wasn’t in her head and probably didn’t know what she was referring to. “The man from the other planet who I hit over the head. I wasn’t thinking, I used too much force...” she admitted, letting her guard down. Typically she wouldn’t have admitted what was on her mind this easily. “I don’t know if... he made it...” She decided to put it, her face dropping as she spoke. Cam stood like that for a moment, lost in her thought, then quickly tried to push it away again. She made her way to her bed, trying to get it out of her. Then she noticed him on the couch and hesitated. “I know you aren’t my ‘husband’ anymore, but you still don’t have to sleep on the couch. If you’d prefer the bed, you’re welcome.” She offered.
Once reminded, Spock remembered the conversation. “I recall. I was just unsure of the conversation in which you were referring to. We have held multiple conversations on the subject, over time.” He explained, then thought about it for a moment. “I do believe that some healing has been done in the short period of time. If Jim is with Abby right now, I’m sure the healing has continued. With time, healing will most likely continue to some caliber, which is a good sign.” He thought about the other two humans, then gave a nod. “Yes, I was surprised by their conduct during this mission. They seemed to maintain a better performance than even ourselves. Hopefully they will not drift away from this progress.”
Jim grinned at the compliment. “Thanks.” He watched her mind drift to other things, but couldn’t tell what they were. Finally, she snapped back into the present at the mention of Cartwright. “He didn’t have a right, and you had nothing to do with his decision.” He muttered in response. “He seems like someone who would slowly get worse as time goes by.” He looked over at her and frowned, shaking his head a little. “Abby I-“ he cut himself off as she turned around, confused. He turned fully to face her, still drowning. Jim sat up a little, propping himself up with the arm that was under his body, then gently laid a hand on her shoulder. “Abby... My opinion of you hasn’t changed... I still...” He hesitated, suddenly unsure if he should finish his sentence, but decided now was no time to beat around the bush. “I still care for you, Abby...” he sighed out. “That won’t change, not easily. And... you have changed, but so have I. So has T’Aimnu and Bones and everyone else. That happens over time, and you guys were gone for a while... That doesn’t mean my opinion’s changed.” He continued to stare at the semi-ball Abby. “We all have that side, yours came out when you needed it. That won’t change my opinion of you.” He leaned into the pillows a bit more. “Come on Abby, at least turn around...” he hated not being able to see her face, but waited patiently to see if she would.
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Post by Silverfall on Apr 30, 2020 2:26:26 GMT -5
"If you don't mind. I just don't want to push you out of your own bed Cam." McCoy stated as he slowly stood up. The man slowly made his way to her bed and sat on the edge. "Cam you can't blame yourself over that man. You were just protecting youself. I can't tell if the guy is fine without looking at him. But if you want me to guess, he'll have a hell of a knot on his head and a headache when he wakes up. Sweetheart, try not to think about please. Please don't blame yourself. It was your first reaction in a stressful situation was to protect yourself, which is completely understandable." The man didn't realize that he had used the pet name. "Come 'er." He opened his arms to offer to Cam a hug. Bones was sitting against the headboard. It hurt him to see Cam so upset. His southern drawl had become slightly more pronounced as his tiredness crept up.
"Completely agreed. I would have thought that they would have been the worst one. Given that Cam had no information coming this. And that she had no forewarning, unlike McCoy who also had no idea, but at least had some some forewarning. I hope that Cam is coping with what she saw. It would have been better if she had not gone to the planet. Given how little information we were given and now knowing that we were the targets. But I still do not understand why Admiral Cartwright requested Abigail, and therefore the rest of us. Especially you and the Captain, given you were liability." She mused.
Abby slowly turned about, careful about her back and her face only a few inches away from Kirk. "How could it not?" The woman questioned, she just could not comprehend that Jim's opinion had not changed of her. "I mean, I killed, without any hesitation. No mercy. Any man who is sane would run from me. I guess I don't even feel guilty for that." She had a few tears forming. They weren't necessarily of guilt, more that Kirk had seen what she had been up to. Especially since she had thought that she had put her ledger behind her on her return to the Enterprise. She never wanted Kirk see that part of her. "We don't have it James. It is NOT normal. It's instinctual to very few humans. And it wasn't in me. This is what I was warning you about my first shift back on duty on this ship." She shook her head slightly. Her calm was slowly being eroded, being replaced as Abby started to work herself up emotionally once more.
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Post by bearpaw123 on Apr 30, 2020 13:01:05 GMT -5
“You’re not.” Cam insisted, moving in the bed some so he’d have plenty of space. She took a deep, shaky breath as she thought about the events of the mission, specifically still the man. “He just startled me... I didn’t know what was going on out there and...” her voice trailed off and she shook her head a little, realizing that was basically an excuse. She stopped, not wanting to continue on the excuse. The woman, who had previously been staring at her feet under the covers, looked over at McCoy at his guess. She looked almost hopeful for a brief moment. “Do you think he might be alright? Or still alive?” She asked, then hesitated. The thought crossed her mind that he may have been trying to calm her down, and that he wasn’t certain on that either. She sighed and looked away from him. “But what happened to him is my fault...” She muttered, her hand coming up to rub her face a little, then went back to its original rest. It took her a moment to register the pet name, and when it clicked, she looked back over at him. Cam raises an eyebrow, a little surprised by the name and the southern drawl that was beginning to slip out more and more. At the offered hug, her already faintly blushing cheeks became a shade darker. She hesitated, then moved the distance between them and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. She was silent for a moment, then shook her head a little. “I’ve seen death before, and near death, but that... Nothing I’ve seen would compare to that blood bath, and I took part in it...” The smallest part, but big enough to weigh down her spirits.
“There was little argument raised between either of them, which is unusual for any event. A diplomatic mission with little information and uncomfortable attire would be the most logical situation for McCoy or Cam to raise an argument during. Yet, they did not, unless there was one after we retired, or before they were beamed down.” Spock took a moment to think over those possibilities. They hadn’t seemed aggravated when they came down, and they didn’t seem any more upset than anyone else when they woke up. “It would have been better if she had not joined us for this mission. I believe Jim found it ‘amusing’ to make Doctor McCoy pretend she was his wife. Also, Jim believed that we needed to have a larger crew.” Which, they all knew now, was probably a bad idea. “I don’t think the Captain ever fully recognized the probability of a bloodbath until it had begun.” He paused for a moment, considering the events once more. “Perhaps it was... fortunate,” he decided upon a more human word for this as well “that the Lieutenant Commander did join us. She did add a few more minutes to our time frame. I briefly observed the shuttle as we left their system, and it had done as she said.” The Vulcan shook his head, now thinking about Cartwright. “I am unaware of the full story between Abby and Cartwright, but I am certain that the Admiral should have been able to find someone under his own command better suited for the job than the Enterprise. Even if Abigail was a necessary requirement, it seems that he would have found another crew that would outweigh her in resources. It was not logical to pull this crew into a diplomatic mission of that caliber.” He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “A liability?” He asked, almost offended, for a Vulcan. “The Captain and I? Were McCoy and Cam liabilities as well?”
“It didn’t.” Jim met her eye as soon as she turned around, practically grimacing when he saw how upset she was. “You were getting us out of there. You were doing what you thought would be safest for us.” He tried to argue. “Maybe I’m not sane.” He laughed, almost nervously. He hesitated again, seeing her tears start to form. His heart dropped in his chest. He hated seeing her like this, and hated more feeling helpless to fix this. Without a thought, he wrapped an arm a little above Abby’s waist, pulling her closer to him. He watched the woman begin to get more worked up. “Well, if it’s not instinctual for everyone, it had to be necessary. You... changed so that you could survive... Whatever happened before is what caused you to have to make a change, you were forced into it...” he held onto her softly as he spoke. “If it wasn’t in you to begin with, it’s not you. It’s just a way to survive what you had to..” Jim continued to look at her as he spoke. He wrapped his other arm on the same location on the other side of her waist. He was careful of her fresh skin, trying not to cause her physical discomfort with the emotional discomfort she already had. “Whatever happened, it doesn’t change how I feel about you. We.. We all made our own changes. Spock became a little more Vulcan when you were all reassigned. Bones reverted back to his grumpiness. I..” He hesitated, feeling like now was not the time to say he’d become a flirt when he thought Abby was gone. That his flirting had become a lot less genuine, or that he had spent many more nights in his own bed. His changes were not easily compared to the change, or the experiences, that Abby had. Still, he had spent time wondering what had caused his own change. “I became... different.... We all changed after the assignments, and the majority of us did not go through whatever you and T’Aimnu did. You did what you had to do, there’s nothing wrong with that...” he tried to reassure her.
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Post by Silverfall on May 1, 2020 1:43:05 GMT -5
McCoy sighed. "He should be. Cam you were surprised. You didn't participate in. You were a bystander not an active participant. Abigail and T'Aimnu were active participant." The moment Bones stated the last sentence, an instantly bitter taste entered his mouth. Bones moved to rest his chin on Cam's head and loosely wrap an arm around the woman in question. He wasn't sure how someone could be so callous. What the two woman had to of went through to even begin to learn to fight like they did. He couldn't begin to imagine. He'd seen the results of what could happen, trying to fix people up as a doctor, but seeing it live was something else. "You aren't to blame You were just trying to protect yourself. He is Cam. You shouldn't have seen it in the first place." He added softly.
"You don't want to know the relationship between those two. What I have seen would be enough to make a sane human scream. I have no wish to discuss the topic in detail in public." T'Aimnu stated. Looking as disturbed as a Vulcan could look. "Unfortunately yes. You are a extraordinary group of officers on this ship. Fine officers. But Abigail and I in the past received training far above and beyond what we were given at the Academy. Your experience which is lacking in this section's dealings. I do concede that sending the Enterprise into the ordeal was a shortsighted and foolish act. One that I'm sure in the long game has some logic that we are currently missing and will present itself soon enough." T'Aimmu sighed, she didn't like the way the conversation was going. She worried if Abby's conversation was going the same one as this one. They both would have to be careful and not let any mention of Section 31 out or else the consequences would be immense and incredibly undesirable.
As James's arms came around her, Abby hid her face against the nook of Jim's neck. She tried in vain to control her breathing. "You don't seem to understand." She murmured out, sounding fairly muffled. "I didn't realize what section it was until it was too late. If you knew the truth, you'd hate me." She hoped that Jim wouldn't have been able to hear the first bit because she didn't know slipped out. If it wasn't obvious, it was now. She was extremely tired, and perhaps a little hung over from everything going on. Somewhere along the line, she had made Jame's shirt a bit wet from her tears. "There is everything wrong with that. I've probably scarred Cam for life with how callous I was and and all the bloodshed. She'll probably hate me for using her like a pawn in a game that I have no control over. That I forced her into just because of me being a pawn." She hesitantly wrapped her arms around James' neck. It was more out of instinct than anything else. Seeking another warm body to ward the cold away for Abby.
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Post by bearpaw123 on May 1, 2020 12:15:46 GMT -5
Cameron looked faintly relieved at the thought that the man may still be alive. “I hope...” She muttered, settling her head on McCoy’s chest. At the mention of her friends, she remained quiet for a moment. What had happened did startle her, saying she had never seen the two do something anywhere near that before. “Abby and T’Aimnu got us out of there, and I’m thankful for that.” She finally said. Despite what she’d seen, some part of her still remained loyal to her friends. “I don’t know what happened to... change them so much, but it’s who they are now...” She seemed a little more hesitant, not necessarily believing that change was for the best. The woman took a deep breath, the man from before crossing her mind once more. “I don’t know why I was brought down there... Someone from Security or someone else from Medbay would’ve made more sense.” She sighed. “There was no way he knew the shuttle would take that damage, that someone would have to do any work on it... I had no reason to be there...” In a sense, she was glad she had been down there, since she wasn’t sure what would’ve happened with the shuttle if she hadn’t been. “I’m going to give Kirk an ear full.”
Spock gave a nod, deciding not to press any further than T’Aimnu was comfortable speaking about. He was unsure of how much she could tell him, even if she wanted to. He watched her for a moment, then looked back at the hallway in front of them. The offense he had taken previously now dissipated as he realized the logic in her statement. The slight look disappeared, and he nodded once more. “The Academy does not provide such combat skills, not even during Security training. The expertise of the Enterprise were not applicable to the situation. Whatever logic there may have been, it is not making itself apparent now. Even with further review, I’m unsure if you and Abigail even have enough knowledge of what you were involved in to understand the logic.”
Jim’s hold on her tightened a little as he became more aware of how upset she was. “I don’t understand, Abby... I’m not sure I’ll ever be understand what you went through.” He wished that he had been chosen in her place, so that she never would’ve had to deal with it. “What section?” He questioned, his thoughts more occupied with what came after her first statement. “Then tell me the truth.” He said softly, halfway doubting she would or was even able to. “I’ll believe you, I already believe you. Tell me what happened so that I’ll understand. I’ll prove to you that I won’t hate you.” He kept his hold on her, despite the small cold patch on his shirt. James’, now upset by how hurt Abby seemed, sighed a little. He wished he could change what had happened, whatever it was. He didn’t need to know what it was to know that it had practically traumatized the woman. “I’m sure Cam doesn’t hate you...” he tried to reassure her, though unsure if that was entirely true or not. “I’m sure she knows you are not to blame for this.” He added, then paused for a moment before continuing. “She came to visit you when you were in Medbay, she doesn’t hate you. She probably hates me for making her go down, if she hates anyone.” He had been rather surprised when the woman hadn’t spent the entire mission complaining. He was sure it was just building up. James’ moved one of his arms up more to Abby’s back. He pulled her in a little closer when she wrapped her own arms around him. “I don’t think anyone is judging you for what happened. We’re just... We don’t know what happened. You’re still Cam’s friend. You’re still Spock’s...” he paused. “Friend.” He decided on, figuring she was one of the Vulcan’s closer friends if by nothing else than association. “You’re still my...” Now there was a hard one. “I still care about you. We all do.”
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Post by Silverfall on May 2, 2020 1:20:11 GMT -5
(Do you have any thing else that you want to cover with this plot? I gotta admit my muse still is refusing to work.)
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Post by bearpaw123 on May 2, 2020 1:30:34 GMT -5
(To be frank, I’m just really stalling on this plot until we can figure something else out. Have you got any plots in mind, or general feelings on where to go next? Are we wrapped up with this mission now and moving onto something else? Are we looking for more action, drama, lightheartedness, what? I think establishing that will definitely help us think up something. But to answer your question, yeah no I’m just stalling.)
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Post by Silverfall on May 3, 2020 1:28:30 GMT -5
{I'd like to revisit the dog plot somehow.}
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Post by bearpaw123 on May 3, 2020 11:58:01 GMT -5
(Alright. Would we stick to it being dogs, or would it be other animals or something? And I forgot what caused it last time, was it like a virus or an abnormality of sorts?)
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Post by bearpaw123 on May 3, 2020 13:17:54 GMT -5
(Okay so I went to see if the other thread on this forums had anything about that plot on it. I found that we had discussed doing something where the girls suffer from complications from the last time? So we could also do something like that)
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Post by Silverfall on May 3, 2020 13:32:42 GMT -5
(Sounds good to me. Do we want to skip to morning, have the guys find out about Sec 31 and start the dog complications?
Last time it was caused by a virus.)
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Post by bearpaw123 on May 3, 2020 13:46:25 GMT -5
(Sounds good. So they go to like a debriefing and find this stuff out, then maybe like as their leaving, three dogs walk out or something crazy?
Also do you remember what dogs the women were? And how did it resolve? Did they get over it or was their some sort of treatment?)
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Post by Silverfall on May 3, 2020 14:40:21 GMT -5
{Fine by me.
A golden retriever, and a German shepherd. I don't remember who the last one was...
I think McCoy made a antidote of some sort.}
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Post by bearpaw123 on May 3, 2020 14:48:34 GMT -5
(Dang uhh who was which one? Maybe that will help? Wasn’t Abby the golden retriever...?
Alright, so maybe there’s some sort of mutation so the antidote doesn’t work at first this time?)
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Post by Silverfall on May 3, 2020 17:09:03 GMT -5
(Abby was the golden. Wasn't Cam the German? Was T'Aimnu a wolfhound?
That sounds good.)
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Post by bearpaw123 on May 3, 2020 17:33:34 GMT -5
(Yeah that sounds right. Would you prefer to start the time skip or should I?)
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Post by Silverfall on May 3, 2020 18:43:42 GMT -5
(Do you mind please?)
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Post by bearpaw123 on May 3, 2020 19:54:01 GMT -5
(Yep no problem.)
Jim groaned lightly and shifted in the bed, immediately noticing the weight in his arms. He opened his eyes and remembered the events of the night before. Still, he couldn’t help but smile a little as he looked at Abby. Whatever had happened before her coming back to the Enterprise, he still couldn’t shake his feelings for her. He looked at the time, then sighed a little. The others’ shifts would be starting soon, and he had decided they just needed to get the debriefing over with. He turned his attention back to Abby, shaking her softly to wake her up. “Abby... Wake up... You’re not going on shift, but we... need to get the debriefing over with.” He said softly. James looked at her for a moment more, silently wishing that waking up next to her was less than an abnormality. Finally, he pulled himself away and slipped out of the bed to call the others.
After determining that Kirk was in fact in Abby’s quarters, Spock escorted T’Aimnu to her quarters, then went to his own. After cleaning up, he spent what was left of the night resting. Despite being Vulcan, the past events had still taken a toll on him, perhaps not as much as the others.
“Captain to Spock. Can you meet us in my office for a debriefing?”
“Spock here. Yes, I was preparing for my next shift.” The Vulcan responded, pausing briefly before adding in a concern. “Are you certain the party is rested enough to discuss such matters? Especially after Commander Smith’s injury? Did she rest well last night?”
“I’ll make sure someone fills in for you.” Jim responded, a little surprised the Vulcan had considered emotional vulnerabilities that may still exist from the mission. “I think it may be best to just get this over and done with.” He replied, a reluctant tone in his voice. “She rested well-“ he cut himself off, wondering how his friend had found out about his staying over. He assumed McCoy had told him. There was also something in Spock’s tone, in the last question, as if he was also asking if something more had happened. “We slept fine, Spock.” He replied, knowing that there was no way the Vulcan had been insinuating such a thing, or at least he thought. “How did you know I was in her quarters?”
“You are predictable when it comes to...” Spock paused, deciding on a human phrase. “Your way with women, Jim.”
“I... nothing happened Spock, trust me. Kirk out.” He sighed, rubbing his face. The next call he made was to McCoy’s quarters, but got no response. He sighed, knowing he’d have to call Medbay, and that meant his friend hadn’t found any rest. The next person he called was Cam.
Cam, at some point, had fallen asleep still holding onto McCoy. She woke up a little bit before Kirk’s call, knowing she had a shift coming up soon. It was a bit surprising to wake up still holding onto the man, and it was hard to pull away once she remembered, but eventually she did. She considered the fact that he may also have this shift, so she decided to wake him up. “Leonard, do you have this shift?” She asked softly, still in the bed slightly.
“Kirk to Lieutenant Commander Russ. Meet the landing party in my office for a debriefing during this shift. I’ll have someone cover your shift.”
“Yes sir.” Cameron practically groaned out, not exactly wanting to discuss what had happened any more. She glanced over at McCoy, who now definitely had to get up. “Leon-“ she paused. “Doctor McCoy and myself will be at your office momentarily.” She decided to save Kirk the trouble of trying to find the other man, but tried to make McCoy’s presence sound as professional as possible.
“Doctor McCoy?” Jim repeated, sounding incredibly confused. “Thank you Cam, but I can contact Medbay.” He replied, still sounding a bit surprised, but assuming she had meant that she would help to contact him. Then it clicked, and a grin spread across his face. “Well, I’m glad to hear that Bones didn’t spend his entire night in Medbay. Good to hear he slept well. Meet us as soon as you can, Kirk out.” He ended, leaving Cam incredibly embarrassed at her inability to explain the real situation.
Grinning, Jim turned to Abby, wondering how much of that she had paid attention to. He called T’Aimnu next. “Kirk to Lieutenant Commander T’Aimnu. I need you to report to my office for a debriefing. I have someone to cover your shift.”
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