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Sickbay- Making Amends

Posted Dec. 7, 2019, 3:11 p.m. by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) (Lindsay B)

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“I see the draw but always get my arse kicked. I got a D in the self-defense required course at the academy. Then I made a friend who takes any form of friendly competition and turns it into a guerrilla match. I am like that sick, young, zebra with three legs and half a hoof when I spar but it does feel good to hit someone at times,” Jasmine took a deep drink of her coffee after trying to imitate the highly uncombative animal she just described.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

Calloway snorted. “You wouldn’t have lasted two seconds as a Maquis. Shame. We could have used a few more people with a sense of humour,” she said.

“If you ever want to try and be less like an animal going to be slaughtered, let me know. I can’t promise I’ll teach you stuff in the Starfleet combat book, but you’ll have a few tricks up your sleeve.” Faye shrugged. “Also can’t promise you won’t be cursing me for the first few sessions. It’s going to hurt.”

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

“Deal,” she smiled at Faye. This side of Faye was nice. It was often hidden though under a shield of wariness and a cloak of suspicion. Jasmine didn’t blame her for coming off as aloof. After the little bit Faye shared and the parts of her medical Jasmine could read, Faye had had a rough go of it. At least she was opening up to the crew now. Everyone needed a home. Maybe Faye finally found hers. “So do you have any family?”

Jasmine Wynter

The question, so basic, so universal, caught her off guard. Slightly wide eyed, her mouth opened to say something but nothing came out. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been asked the same exact thing recently, but the conversation had already been in that general area. “Uh, not really. Dominion killed everyone I knew, including my father, and my mother disappeared the year before. Last I heard she had returned to the the Alpha Quadrant after being in the Delta Quadrant on the Voyager, but…” Faye shrugged. “I haven’t heard from her and there’s no trace of her, so either she doesn’t know I’m alive or doesn’t care enough to bother.”

Faye brushed the thoughts in the air with a careless gesture of her hand. “Please tell me you have a better family picture than mine…”

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

“I do but sometimes having a family that is not attached at the hip isn’t bad,” Jasmine leaned back. “When I had to apply to the Ministry of Harmony it was a nightmare. My mother kept trying to change my answers when I returned home at night. She felt I should answer a certain way on the marital expectations subsections. For three nights in a row she went over point by point of what she thought my answer would be for a happy family. Oh, and good lord the sections on vacations, laundry duties, and types of casseroles had me wanting to pull out my hair. The system matches you based on your likes and needs not your mothers but try telling her that,” Jasmine let out a long chuckle.

Ministry fo Harmony? Oh, Faye had questions, but it sounded like something that they would have to get to another time.

“It was no better when we had the Pre-Cana week and I had to go to Max’s family. He got out of going to my parents because of Starfleet and I am still trying to remind my mom it was not his choice,” she sighed deeply. “As much as we try to ignore it, we are like mini-versions of our families. We think we aren’t and are so different but I can guarantee Max will flip his lid if his kids try to just date it out to find their married matches.”

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

Faye’s mind latched on to the idea of being mini versions of her parents. Was she more like one than that other? Well, last the remembered, neither of her parents had issues with mental illness, so that seemed to be entirely her own bit of fun. Gazing off, he eyes seemingly focused on the wall behind Jasmine, Faye murmured. “I’d like to say I was like my father, but I fear I’m probably more like my mother.”

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist


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