Posted Nov. 18, 2021, 1:32 p.m. by Civilian Evrilla (Chief Medical Officer w/ specialty in Pathology) (Leonora V)
Posted by Fleet Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Sickbay …When the past doesn’t match the present…or the future -Ian talks to Evrilla
Posted by Civilian Evrilla (Chief Medical Officer w/ specialty in Pathology) in Sickbay …When the past doesn’t match the present…or the future -Ian talks to Evrilla
Posted by Fleet Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Sickbay …When the past doesn’t match the present…or the future -Ian talks to Evrilla
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Ian stopped a few feet from Evrilla’s door and took a deep breath. His anger was with Perkins and the individuals in the brig but the stress of the situation with his wife had Ian in command mode and not spousal mode. For the first time in his life, Ian did not have his confident swagger and outlook that everything was going to be okay. Right now he felt helpless. Approaching the door, Ian wrapped the edge with the back of his fingers. He knew Evrilla would have come to him if she was free but Ian could not wait any longer to hear something from her about his wife.“How is she,” he kept his comment neutral not wanting to hear her answer but needing to just the same.
Ian Bordeaux
Evrilla looked up and motioned him in. “She’ll be alright. She should wake up soon. Please sit down. May I call you Ian?” She hoped he said yes, if only because of the shock she was preparing to impart on him.
-EvrillaIan instantly felt on edge. It had nothing to do with Evrilla. As a doc she was fantastic: easy to talk to, went easy on the pep talk about bad vices, and understood what happened on shore leave stayed on shore leave. From his experience and that of the crew that had dealt with her, Evrilla was quick to laugh and always in a good mood. Now however, she was acting far more formal. Formal for docs always meant bad news. “Yeah yeah Ian’s fine,” he said coming around and taking the indicated seat. Leaning back he crossed his leg and fidgeted for a second trying our several positions before settling on leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands steepled on his lips. He wanted to say hit me or whats up but struggled with his words. Instead, he just waited for Evrilla to begin the conversation.
Ian Bordeaux
“Thank you, Ian.” Evrilla set her PADD on the table, open to the results of Jessa’s genetic screening. “This may be surprising to you, but it appears that the young woman in Sickbay is your biological daughter.” She pushed the PADD towards Ian, knowing he would likely want to verify the results himself. “I don’t know if you’ve ever donated genetic material…” She trailed off, waiting for an indication.
-CMO Evrilla“Are you saying Kelly is pregnant,” he looked at her not sure whether to be happy or concerned. It was no secret they had been trying but this was an odd way to share the news unless there was something more to it.
“Luckily no.” Evrilla didn’t want to imagine the consequences Kelly’s surgery could have had on a fetus.
Ian’s face instantly was a wash in confusion as he processed what the woman was saying to him. “Hold up…donated genetic material? What…what are you talking about? He was clearly more than stunned by her comment. “I mean if you are asking have I popped into a sperm bank and made a deposit the answer is hell or none of your business,” he said far sharper than he ever intended. “If you are asking about a shore leave gone wrong in a very polite way that answer is still hell no. There is no possible way what your saying is possible. I am married to Kelly. I have been for three years now,” he got up and started to pace slightly running a hand through his hair roughing it up a bit. “Besides those people that boarded the ship are my age. Are you suggesting I had a kid at like five and my parents didn’t know about it?” Ian had seen the security report of the three in the Brig. It only made sense that the fourth one that hurt had to be close to their age also.
Ian Bordeaux
“The fourth person is a twelve-year-old girl. And upon running her genetics… she appears to be yours.” Evrilla leaned back in her chair, watching him pace. “I can see that you were unaware of her. Do you have any ideas, anything that happened thirteen years ago?” Ian was clearly distressed, so she’d try to get to the bottom of Jessa’s origin as quickly as possible.
-CMO Evrilla“Run the test again,” Ian said looking at the medical chief. Pulling up his sleeve, he laid his arm on the table. “I said run the test again. There is a mistake somewhere. Thirteen years ago I was graduating the academy. I got a crap assignment on Vulcan where I spent two years of my life surrounded by no one with a sense of humor. Suffice it to say the dating pool was dry. Run the test again,” he demanded before letting his voice soften. “Please,” he added. Already his mind was doing back flips trying to place if there was any possibility of what she was saying was true and if it was true why now. “Labs can be wrong. Samples faulty. Please run the test again.”
Ian Bordeaux
“Ian, it’s been run many times. I wouldn’t tell you if I was not sure.” Evrilla met his gaze for a moment and sighed. “If you wish, we can run it again.” She tapped her combadge, asking a nurse to bring her a genetic sample from their Jane Doe. “Here.” She offered Ian a cotton swab, then turned to start up the PCR.
Evrilla placed both samples into the machine, pressing the start button. “5 minutes. Would you like something to drink? Tea perhaps?”
-CMO Evrilla“No I would like to know what is going on,” he said in a jumbled tone as he made sure there was a lot of DNA on the swab he used inside his cheek, ” because what this test is suggesting, is that my kid tried to kill my wife…her stepmother…which is not possible,” he stammered slightly as he handed the sample back to Evrilla.
Leaning back he rubbed his chin staring off into the air. A long moment passed before he directed his attention to the doctor. “Okay, so I get the birds and the bees method but is there any other way for half of me to get into that kid out there? You can’t clone someone from two parents can you?” Ian felt like an idiot even asking yet the age of the kid was at a time when Ian was sure of his relations. He had spent four years on and off with Kylie but Kylie was not some blast from the past he had no contact with. Hell, he and Chris, Lexi and Kelly, stopped by Kylie and Noah’s house last month returning from their vacation. Working with Perkins did little to increase his sex appeal and afford him the time to do anything but dote on the man. It hadn’t been dry before Kelly yet the window that matched the kid’s age had to be when he just broke up with Kylie around the time he graduated the academy. At this point, cloning felt more logical than any solution he could come up with.
“Well… not cloning, but tissue manipulation co-” She was cut off by the beeping machine.
As the machine beeped indicating it had completed its analysis, Ian looked at Evrilla. “On second thought, you got any whiskey?”
Ian Bordeaux
Evrilla grinned. “I’ve been waiting for someone to ask.” She pulled open the lowest drawer of her desk, revealing a neon blue liquid. “Is this sufficient?”
-Evrilla, CMO
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