... and Now What?

Posted on Sun Jun 21st, 2020 @ 8:31am by Lieutenant JG Vecon Fick
Edited on on Tue Jul 7th, 2020 @ 1:48pm

Mission: New Moon Rising
Location: Counselor's Office
Timeline: Later in the day, after Mindos and Mindonts

A Mission Post by Ensign Vecon Fick & Lieutenant Mera Richmond MD
Mission: Into The Wild
Location: Counselor's Office
Timeline: Later in the day, after Mindos and Mindonts
Fri Nov 24th, 2017 @ 9:55pm


Fick threw himself down on Mera's couch with the attitude of a petulant teenager. He crossed his arms over his chest and heaved a sigh, then looked down the length of the couch and decided he would rather stretch out on it. He was short enough to fit almost perfectly along the length of the couch, but chose instead to drape himself dramatically over one arm. "Well now what am I supposed to do? The big idiot! Why are men so stubborn and stupid sometimes?" His tone was frustrated and a little angry.

"He's dealing with some intense internal conflict," she said in an uncharacteristically intense tone while anxiously pacing in front of the bay window. "Dr. Brennan and I had an odd conversation with him in the Pandora’s Box before his… outburst. He was already intoxicated then, the fool.” She flopped down on the couch with a heavy sigh. “I fear he may feel even more isolated if we do not handle this properly, and we’re going to have to rely on your familiarity with the Klingon in order to do so.”

He sighed and lay back over the arm of the couch. "I know... he's really not a bad guy." He rolled over to look at Mera, biting his bottom lip a little before he asked, "What sort of odd conversation did you have with him? I mean unless that falls under some sort of confidentiality thingus... but you said Dr. Brennan was there... right?" He looked both hopeful and a little afraid all at the same time.

"Yes, she and I were talking at the bar when Lieutenant K'laus approached us, drunk, offering War Nog." she shuddered at the memory of that vile grog. "Then he asked us what love was which caught me completely off guard. Dr. Brennan gave a touching description of her relationship then I tried my hand. As usual, I couldn't help but be overly clinical. He started asking about Lieutenant Mindo, but he ended up falling out of his chair and refusing medical assistance. Before I know it I'm being summoned to Engineering by Security."

Fick sat up, staring at Meera. "War Nog? Love? He... asked you what love was?" Fick's mind was spinning with thoughts. Had K'Laus ever dated anyone? If he'd been in love before then he would have not asked that question. Did that mean K'Laus really was in love with Fick? Fick didn't really know why else he would have gone after Mindo the way he did if he didn't care for him. He had to do something. "How do I make all this stop? All I want to do is help him..."

"I'll know more after I get to talk to him sober, but right now I don't have much to advise beyond keep interacting with him as you did before this whole debacle. He is processing a lot of emotions right now and I fear confronting him about this outside of the proper channels may trigger all of this again." A grim thought crossed Mera's mind. "There's a possibility that he may not be aboard the Pandora too much longer."

Fick nodded. "Yeah, I know. I've thought about that too." He sighed softly. "I have to ask him though... because if he is in love with me... I can't leave him like that. It's not fair that he should put in so much effort... albeit... not really the kind of effort normal people put in, but you know what I mean. I mean, I flirted with him because I like the guy, not to play games with him... if he needs me to, I want to be there for him. I know he didn't propose to me or anything... but I can't just pretend he didn't do what he did over me."

"Don't worry, Cailus isn't going to space him. You'll have plenty of time to talk it out." Mera was calming down. She no longer felt her pulse in ears and the tension in her shoulder was relaxing. "Waiting will hopefully keep him calm enough to make a good impression and get a lighter punishment. I'd hate to see him do more damage to himself. He will need your support after this ordeal though, and if you'd like me mediate your first few conversations I can certainly do so."

"Oh no... no no. I can handle it. I won't be an ass. I mean I do want to know if he meant to do what he did... or if it was just some drunken idealism." Fick chuckled. He wondered if Klingon's actually experienced drunken idealism. They didn't seem too keen on philosophy. "I don't want to waste my time or his... but if he's in... then I'm in. I'm not saying that I wouldn't still be supportive though... cause he is my friend, but I think you know what I'm getting at. I'm glad you don't think I'm nuts, Counselor. I feel like you get me..." Fick smiled.

A warm smiled stretched across the counselor's face. "That's my job, Fick.

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