Posted April 15, 2019, 12:36 p.m. by Captain Alexxander Ryley (Chief Medical Officer) (Calé Reilly)
As the young NE at the transporter PaDD bit her lip and tried not to laugh Ryley straightened his uniform again and pulled at the collar. He glowered at her over his shoulder. “Watch it…” he cautioned seriously.
“Ready when you are Ryley.” She responded as if she didn’t know what he was referring to. He sighed, straightened himself once more and nodded, staring at the transporter PaDD with enough intensity to set it alight. Seconds later in a shimmer of light and noise two figures appeared.
The smaller one was female. Her short light coloured hair held no grey in complete contract to her sons dark salt and pepper greying mess and reached just to her chin in a bob. She smiled when she saw him and stepping down from the transporter brought her hands up to his face. “Oh Alex....” She said slightly breathlessly as though not quite believing what she was seeing.
Awkwardly Ryley nodded at her and allowed the hands to hover over his neatly trimmed beard. “Mom..” he said and got no further before the gentle caress of a mother’s touch turned into a stinging slap that turned his head all the way to the side with its force and left a red hand print on his cheek. He let loose a breath and didn’t move just turned back to look at her, tears in her eyes.
“How could you let us…let me…believe you had died Alexxander. You should be ashamed of yourself…” She scowled at him then brought her hands back up gently as she could and rubbed the hand Piti g she had just made. “I’m sorry I’m just…I’m glad you are ok.”
“Yeah…seems like it.” He bit back with a scowl and turned to look at the second figure who stood back his hands in his pockets. Grey haired, straight backed and seemingly leaking an aura of confidence that only came with rank and privilege John Ryley surveyed his wife and son and gave a minute raise of his eyebrows as if asking What did you think she would say?
“Father.” Ryley said to him as his mother finished fussing and stepped back. Both men stared at each other till Ryley could feel the handprint on his face burning again and knew he had flushed slightly, the elder of the two seemed to be daring him to put a hand to it. Eventually Ryley looked away.
John Ryley did not return the greeting, however he did look over at NE Maeb and give her a slight smile. “Thank you young lady.”
“Come…we only have a few hours before the Klingon ship returns…why don’t we have lunch or something and we can catch up.” Ryley’s mother said patting his arm and indicating the door.
Ryley nodded and turning headed out to the hall and then the lounge as the two followed him. His mother talking all the way and his father, hands still in his pockets seemed content to simply follow and take in the scenery as he went.
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