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Lt Cmdr Lauren Dyson
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<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::finishes up treating a patient::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> Is that your last patient for awhile?
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::nods, rubbing the back of her neck:: Aye... I think so
<crop_tlaloco[m]> I got just the thing for a sore neck.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> Oh its not sore... Im just tired. ::sets down the tricorder in her hand::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> could you use a little TLC?
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::shrugs:: Kind of not the place for it
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::laughs:: I was thinking of a neck message.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::raises an eyebrow::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ;: Notes her look:: Strictly theraputic.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::sighs:: I see. ::walks into a back room:: DOnt worry about me.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> well, almost strictly theraputic.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> Dont worry about it... ::waves him off and sits down at the desk, picking up a padd::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::walks over:: something wrong?
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::not looking up from the PADD:: (q) No.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> it just looked like you were stressed, and I was hoping I could- well, I guess I was a little frightened for you back there.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::shrugs:: It doesnt matter... i dont have time to worry
<crop_tlaloco[m]> Doesn't it? I was never good at postponing my feelings.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::sighs and puts her head down::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> I have discovered that moments must be stolen when they can be. ::Gently lays his hands on her shoulders::
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::sighs:: I cant take it anymore... doctoring...watching people die
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::softly:: No one is dying now…not at this very second. During the epidemic that killed my mother and stepfather, killed my whole neighborhood, I used to hold onto those minutes when I knew that no one had died.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> No... ::stands up and walks back in the other room:: at least they died... i was just up and abandoned
<crop_tlaloco[m]> All our lives are lived between those moments, and you've been abandoned again and again.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::sighs and picks up a padd, tapping into it::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> Come on, Lauren, no one can abandon you now even if they wanted to. We can't leave this deck. ::playfully:: transporter doesn't work
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::taps into the padd, working:: (q) No...but you will. Trust me I know by now that trust isnt given....its earned.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> Klingons control the shuttlebay.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> I trusted Isamu...and he left
<crop_tlaloco[m]> Lauren, I am here.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::looks and sighs:: for now you are.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> now is all we have, all the universe is a series of nows.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::shrugs:: (q) I see
<crop_tlaloco[m]> those nows are all building blocks that assemble your past.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::sighs, looking away::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::shakes his head:: and if you insist on building your present on the foundation of rejection, aweaker man might reject you.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> (q) Including you?
<crop_tlaloco[m]> But you can't shake me that easily, Dr. Dyson.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::looks back, blinking::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> Not even Starfleet could get rid of me.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> (q) thats what Isamu said too..... ::sighs:: and hes not here.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> Look at me. Am I Isamu? Do I tower over a purple sky?
<lcdr_dyson[m]> He promised he wouldnt leave me.....but he did.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> The difference between us is that I am here.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::brushes aside her own feelings and goes about treating another patient who was sleeping::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> Like a ciccada emerging from a seventeen year sleep, but I am here.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::sighs:: for now.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> you might not want me someday.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> but for as many nows as we have together, I'm here.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> Fine... then just leave. ::turns and walks out of the room, sitting down at a desk in the backroom::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> I'm five hundred years old. Where am I going to go?
<lcdr_dyson[m]> Ive got no one and thats how it's going to stay. sighs::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::follows her:: I'm not leaving, and you can't make me.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> Im not allowed to fall for anyone? Not even you? ::sighs and throws a padd against the wall, wtih a thudding sound::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> Fall away. I think I may have already fallen.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::puts her head on the desk and just hits the desk::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> come here… please.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::doesnt move::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> come here, please.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> (q) No.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> It won't work, Lauren. You can't push me away.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> Embrace this moment.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> I can push anyone away.•••••• worked with Isamu. ::sits up::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> You didn't push him away. He left.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> Are you so sure? You were here... ::looks at him::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> A wonderful wife, a beautiful daughter, every reason to stay, you gave him a life and He couldn't handle it.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::nods and looks down::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::walks close to her:: You may believe I'm no different. If that's what your heart tells you, I don't know what to say.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> but we are dawning a new relationship here-
<lcdr_dyson[m]> I dont know what my heart tells me anymore.. ::tears forming::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::wipes her tear:: Yes you do. You're just afraid of what it's saying.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> And what's that?
<crop_tlaloco[m]> That what you see before you is a man who wouldn't leave.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> But Im a lot younger than you apparently.... a lot.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::laughs:: Well, I was born- 1514 or thereabouts. I guess I'm closer to 900, but I was transported into the present timeline at the age of twelve.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::raises an eyebrow:: Well im just a starfleet brat.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> my biological dad's also fleet.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> But of course THEY died and left me.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::shakes his head:: they never leave you.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::looks confused:: Hmm?
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::looks around:: maybe I can show you-
<lcdr_dyson[m]> They died before my daughter was born you know...shuttle accident ::frowns::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> I know the loss you must feel.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> No one can show me .....theyre dead, and thats how it is.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::shakes his head:: once we take care of this Klingon situation, I help you- find their spirits.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> Why? ::looks at him, her blue eyes staring into his eyes::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> because I can.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> (q) Oh.. ::sighs and looks down:: Thought it was maybe because you liked me.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::smiles:: that- I can't help.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> What do you mean?
<crop_tlaloco[m]> I liked you from the second I saw you.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> I've been here for ages... ::looks at him a little confused::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> you've been married. I respect the sanctity of those vows, I was angry at myself for finding you so-
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::sighs:: Not anymore Im not... ::looks down, taking the ring off and tossing it into a recycler:: He left me... AND my daughter.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> You are not alone.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> Im not married anymore....remember? hes gone…
<crop_tlaloco[m]> I don't know what the future holds. I had hoped our playdate would give us a chance to get to know each other. I was not disappointed.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::looks at him:: Im no mind reader... just your average ordinary human.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> I'm an ordinary human with an empathic implant.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::nods:: I started falling for you on that little play date... I dont know what to think now.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> did I do something wrong?
<lcdr_dyson[m]> No... of course not. ::looks at him and manages a small smile::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::places his hand on her cheek:: it's all good.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> Im just worried about Jenny... ::closes her eyes:: shes all by herself in my quarters.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> I'm worried about Paqui too. Klingons aren't concerned with children.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::nods:: And my little girl doesnt have the powers paqui does... ::frowns::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> she has her own powers.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::looks confused:: what do you mean?
<crop_tlaloco[m]> She is intelligent, energetic, wonderful- loving.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> Shes not even 2 years old yet.... ::feels tears::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> maybe we should find a way to bring them here.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> I dont know... they might be in more danger here. ::looks at him, brushing some hair over her ear::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> you think? You might be right. I can't stand not having access to paqui. I am very worried about them both.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::nods, putting her small hand on his:: I dont like not knowing what is happening to Jenny either.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> I couldn't go through losing another child- holds her hand tight.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::nods:: Aye... I woudlnt want to loose anyone else myself. ::looks back at him::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::pulls her closer:: All we have is here and now-
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::chuckles nervously:: We look redicioulous like this in the middle of whats going on though... not that Id complain.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::laughs:: then we might as well look sublimely ridiculous… you know you have beautiful eyes.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::blushes:: oh cut it out.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> leans in close- where were we, before the Klingons interrupted? ::Brushes back her hair::
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::chuckles slightly:: To be honest... I dont know where we were.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> Right about here.... ::kisses her, gently first::
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::blushes and looks down:: Isnt this a sight... a doctor blushing.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::kisses her again, more passionately::
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::smiles:: that was......nice.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::dazed with passion:: yeah, ..... nice. Again?
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::blushes again, looking down for a moment::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> lifts her head up with gentle fingers::
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::eyes slightly glazed over::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::runs his hand down her arm and touches her fingertips and Locks her fingers to his::
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::staring into his eyes and smiles::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::smiles back::
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::looks at their hands and back up at him:: (q) So... uh...what do we do?
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::Looks back at her:: Can you read my mind?
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::shakes her head:: No I dont believe so. Im not telepathic.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::laughs:: Then perhaps an educated guess. I'm drunk on your beauty.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::chuckles:: and Id say im infatuated with you.
<crop_tlaloco[m]> I'm intoxicated by your life-force. Then I say we have no choice but to surrender...
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::smiles:: Likewise...
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::whispers the word "surrender" into her ear::
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::smiles and looks into his eyes, her face inches from his, nodding::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::touches her hairline, just behind her ear, brushes her red hair back -::
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::chuckles and smiles::
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::kisses her behind her ear, notices a birthmark:: That looks like a heart.
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::looks at him:: (w) What does?
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::traces it with his fingertips:: This - is it a birthmark?
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::nods:: Aye..
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::sighs:: how appropriate.:: kisses it again::
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::smiles:: And why's that?
<crop_tlaloco[m]> ::continues tracing her neckline:: because you wear your heart on the outside, You move me so deeply ::his heart races-::
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::smiles:: are you alright? ::checks his pulse for a moment::
<crop> ::nods:: Better than alright…
<lcdr_dyson[m]> ::smiles:: Good... now why dont we have something to eat.
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