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Homecoming

Posted Sept. 2, 2021, 2:18 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Danora Allance (Chief Engineer/Artificial Intelligence Expert) (Melissa Aragon)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander JT Robinson (XO) in Homecoming

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Danora Allance (Chief Engineer/Artificial Intelligence Expert) in Homecoming

Posted by Lieutenant Commander JT Robinson (XO) in Homecoming
Posted by… suppressed (2) by the Post Ghost! 👻

SNIP

“After months of protein nibs, a steak sounds fantastic. and definitely alcohol. I need a drink ” *Alcohol helps with outside and inside wounds right? * he thought to himself before making his way to the shower.

Once inside the warm sonic waves felt amazing If Danora wasn’t waiting for him outside he could stay in there all night.

JT

Danora laughed and shook her head. “Go take a shower.” She waved him off and turned to the replicator. It was just dinner, or rather, after midnight snack, right? They had done it a million times before he left. Or rather, maybe a dozen times, but she’d dreamt it a million more.

Making the order a double, she set out steaks with proper sides. Both had mashed potatoes and green beans and toast. And two tall glasses of ale beside them. There was also a decanter or whiskey and a couple glasses on the replicator in case he wanted something stronger. She had also kicked off her boots and left them by the door. When he came out of the shower, she would be sitting on the couch, one of the few pieces of furniture in the room, with their dinner and ales on the table before her. Her legs curled up under her and an arm flung over the back of the couch as she stared out the window as the stars were once more at warp speed making small pinline stripes before her eyes.

She had let her hair down and had her back practically to the bedroom door as he walked out and wouldn’t even hear him unless he spoke to her. She had relaxed once more and decided to enjoy the night so she had new dreaming material when tomorrow let reality back in.

Danora

JT walked up behind her quietly and sat on the arm of the couch just behind her and took a deep breath more of a sigh really. this was perfect he thought to himself “It’s been forever since I could just enjoy the view” he said softly when he finally did speak hoping that she would have noticed him there.

“Nice choices” he said motioning to the meal she had selected. “Couldn’t have done better myself”

She would be able to tell that his tone had changed when he came back from the shower. It was a softer perhaps more somber tone of someone who had been through a lot and was thankful to be in one piece and just now accepting that he in fact was home safe.

JT

His voice startled her. It was a reminder why she wasn’t in security. She got lost in distractions far too easily. Smiling up at him, she nodded to the food. “Then come have some.” She reached for her drink but left her plate on the table for now. She sensed the difference in him and cocked her head slightly in concern. “What is it? I know you can’t tell me what you were doing. But I am here to listen to how you felt, if you want. I mean, sometimes talking it out loud is more helpful than a computer entry. Right?” She patted the couch beside her and smiled in invitation to sit, relax and exhale.

Danora

JT slid down into the spot next to her. Close to her. and took a drink and sipped it, relishing the taste for a moment before sitting back in the couch and managed to say “I didn’t think I was going to make it home. Part of me is expecting this to all be a near death hallucination and for everything to go dark.”

JT

Having sat close to him a dozen times when they were eating, working on schematics or discussing Ali, the ship’s AI, it seemed different this time. Pressing the thought from her mind, she touched her glass to his so he heard and felt the connection. “No, you are home. And safe. And it’s real. Somehow I doubt you would hallucinate me having a small explosive moment in the hallway.”

“Why wouldn’t I? That’s totally you” he said with a smile, looking her in the eyes with a look of longing that any prepubescent teen could see from a mile away.

She smiled and shrugged. “Besides, it’s not all going dark before you apologize for wrecking the runabout.”
“In my defense I didn’t wreck it. So go yell at the nausic..” he stopped himself but had already said enough and too much. but shrugged it off “Anyway..” he said with a slight laugh

She laughed and poked him in the ribs. It was done affectionately like any friend jabbing another. And she had done it on purpose, thought it seemed natural and harmless.

Danora

JT winced in pain. she had managed to get him right in the worst part of his previously broken and poorly mended rib. Even his partial Vulcan physiology which usually helped his pain tolerance and management was over whelmed and face would give it away.

JT

“Bingo!” Danora stated and set her glass on the table. Reaching into the cushion behind her she pulled out a tricorder and flipped it open. “I knew you were hurt more than you let on. You never limp, and you struggled down that ramp.”

“Dirty…trick” he mustered as the pain began to subside a bit

She looked at him and smiled with a short shrug. “Sorry… trouble with arriving to a friend. I know you, JT.”

She let the scanner run over him a moment and shook her head. “Come on. Off with it. Take off your shirt. I need to see how bad the bruising is.” She glanced up into his eyes with genuine concern on her face. “I’ll be gentle, honest.” Looking back down at the small machine in her hand, she read over the preliminary scan results she’d taken from his shoulders to his hips.

after a moment the scanner showed the list of injuries sustained in the last 4 months: 3 broken Ribs & 2 additional bruised ones. Several lacerations. Nerve damage in back/spine causing constant although tolerable pain. Plasma burns on upper arms and chest. Various muscle bruising through out his body. 2 Concussions.
Danora

JT shook his head slightly but complied with the request.. though it was really more of an order Wait who’s in command here he joked internally. lord knows he certainly didn’t mind giving in to her

Once his shirt was off she would see a litany of black/blue/ green bruises as well as ‘healed’ burns and lacerations on his otherwise well chiseled upper body.

JT

Danora bit her lip and hissed. “Oh, gods.. JT!” The hand with the tricorder fell limp on her leg as she unconsciously moved a hand to one of the less bruised sections of his ribs. The look of concern and fear and pain on her face would be more intense than he had ever seen in her. “I won’t ask. I know you won’t tell me. But you need to have medical look at this now. Tonight. Please?” She looked up at him with all the concern and worry of more than just a friend.

“I have an appointment with Dr Grey at 0800. I promise Ill let him take care of me.”

A soft smile soon spread across her face and even lit her eyes a bit. “Eat first. But only the one glass of ale. We can save the bourbon for another night. But we don’t need your stomach growling while you are in MedBay.” She wanted to ask what happened. She wanted to know how he survived. And she wanted to kick someone’s ass for not just letting it happen to him, but not taking care of him afterwards. Her bottom lip slid between her teeth once more as she rested her cool hand on the warmest and largest of the bruises. It was soft and tender like a cloth being administered to a child’s wound.

Danora
(ok, so she can be gentle too… don’t tell anyone. She likes them fearing her temper more lol)

Of all the stimuli he had experienced tonight to assure him he was alive: the shower, the food, drink, Danora’s evil poke, none felt as ‘real” or as good as her touch at that moment. Before he could even think about it, his impulses took over; he placed his hand over hers on his chest and just looked at her for a moment before leaning in and without giving her much time to protest he gently cupped the side of her face with his free hand and, drew her closer and planted his lips firmly on hers.

Maybe it was the feeling as if none of this was real or maybe it was the alcohol, or both but at the moment JT didn’t care and if this actually was all a near death hallucination he was going to see it through, she was all he had thought about for months and it may as well be the last.

JT

Danora had been about to protest that eight in the morning was too far off when he placed his hand on hers. She looked up at him in time for him to cup her cheek and lean forward. She managed a soft JT.... before she felt his lips on her own. The hand holding the tricorder left its grip of the technical device and moved to rest on his knee as she closed her eyes and parted her lips to let the kiss deepen a moment.

A few seconds later, though it felt an eternity, Danora broke the kiss, and rested her forehead against his. “You’re the XO,” she whispered. “We can’t…” There was a small hitch of pain in the admission. He felt good under her hand and on her lips. “We shouldn’t…” she barely managed to say. Leaning back to look at him, she lifted her hand from his knee and ran it through his hair. “You need a haircut.” She smiled trying to change the subject, but her hand under his, against his chest, didn’t move.

Danora


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