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Academy Flashback - Soup for Two

Posted Jan. 12, 2022, 4:14 p.m. by Lieutenant Emily Fox (Counselor) (Kate O'Neill)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash (Chief Engineer) in Academy Flashback - Soup for Two

Posted by Lieutenant Emily Fox (Counselor) in Academy Flashback - Soup for Two

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash (Chief Engineer) in Academy Flashback - Soup for Two
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“Start again? Noooooo…” Ethan began to laugh and shake his head.

“No,” she said back in a playful hurt tone. “I mean or would let us spend a lot more hours together. Are you saying you don’t find the thought of hanging out with me appealing Cadet Nash?” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. Even on his shoulders he would feel her change in position and being his age would know the look she was giving him he couldn’t see. She was having far more fun with Ethan Nash than she probably should be. There was something fun teasing his proper officer side. She waited to see how he would break. Being in command meant dealing with the unexpected. Was he going to laugh it off? Would he protest and stumble over his words? Would be go all command and slip into the role of giving orders like it was second nature as those in command easily did. Emily was really going to enjoy her next 6 hours with him whatever the reply was.

“I’m not here to hang out with you,” Nash answered, matter of factly but not harshly.

“Of course your not,” she said with a hint of a smirk. “Nor are you easily distracted by me.” Emily had no idea why Ethan Nash was fascinating her so. Maybe it was the way he looked at her with those blue eyes and really believed what he was saying.

“I have a job to do and we should be doing it, no matter what I think of that or of hanging out with you. We just decorated it, there’s no way we have time to take all that down to paint it red to increase anyone’s appetite.”

The problem was Emily heard his tone. “It’s just,” she waved her hand around like she was trying to think of something as she talked, “well I hear what you’re saying but I almost feel like you are trying to convince yourself and not me,” she teased him in a soft tone. “I mean if you were more like Cadet Fox I am not going to put you on my shoulders and tote you around for thirty minutes,” she adopted a deep bad imitation of a man’s voice. “I am here to work so please escort me to the kitchen. I have something to do.”

“No, no.” Nash shook his head. “No I’m not trying to convince myself, at all. I mean seriously, we don’t have time for that, and I was helping,” he said the last word emphatically. “Ain’t nobody got time for repainting.”

“Yes like because it is four pm and dinner time,” Dulin called out. “Being hungry increases your appetite not paint or banners,” he grumbled.

“Oh shiiii....” Emily tapped Nash’s shoulders rapidly. “I totally forgot to start dinner,” she whispered in his ear. “How good are you at whipping up a dinner for three hundred in under thirty minutes.”

“Um,” his face went blank. “I once made soup for the Federation Scouts, I was nine, maybe?” He tilted his head and looked up at her, “It can’t be that hard, start a fire, add water and food, cook till it’s soup, right?”

“Exactly. I mean soup is soup right,” she bit her lip trying not to smile.

Taking his hands, she popped off his shoulders far easier than she ever got on. Looking at Ethan and then the clock Emily bit her lip. “How is your neck,” she pulled a chair over and again stood on it. “Come here and turn around.” Putting her hands on his neck, she slowly used the tips of her fingers to work out the small knots she could feel.

“Oh, ok wow that feels good.” Ethan nodded, letting his head drop down. She was tiny and weighed almost nothing, but the woman had buns of steel and thighs that could crack a mans skull if he wasn’t careful. He had been holding her with his hands but in truth, she really did have her legs and buns wrapped around him like a limpet. He had simply been the horse to her jockey.

“I am so sorry I was not paying attention to how long I was up there,” she moved her hands down to his shoulders and began working those muscles. “You know if you took off that coat I might be able to do a better job.”

Emily Fox

Looking at the long table of cooking gear, Nash though a moment and then nodded. “Why not, It’s going to get pretty hot in here soon with everybody arriving and we’re going to have to get cooking. I shouldn’t get the tunic dirty or the hairy hogfather will have a field day with snap inspections.”

Emily let out a small chuckle at the nickname for the officer who had more nicknames than Beelzebub himself. Only the brave ones said his name three times and then looked in the mirror. Only the stupid ones ever took the man directly on. It was clear this cadet had spent a lot of time with the man on some level. “Buuuut,” she easily slipped into counselor mode, “when have you ever seen a captain strutting around with coffee dribbles or a big glob of ketchup all over their shirt. Going command my friend means always traveling within arms reach of a shirt. Now those science people,” she let out a laugh. “They always have something somewhere. Especially the engineers. I dated an engineer once. That man had more grease on him than a bottle of canola oil.”

His hands quickly loosened the zip at the front and he slid it backwards off his shoulders, revealing a pair of broad and well built shoulders in a regulation Starfleet exercise tank underneath. Ethan may have been a runner at heart but he clearly enjoyed other past times, and if Emily wanted to hold true that challenge of rock climbing then the young Cadet definitely had the physique to make a go of it.

“Now it doesn’t it feel better losing your shirt,” she could not help but smile. Ethan Nash was so serious. Seeing him Emily decided that the man needed more in his life than studying and obviously working out at the gym. No one had a body like that just from PT sessions.

“It’s fine,” he replied.

“Yes it is,” she murmured seeing his shirt come off and his body underneath. It wasn’t a very professional comment on her part but the tone showed it was a compliment

”You were up there that long,” he looked at her as much as he could, “You were right, the place does look better with a few decorations, even with the nasty wall of sorrow behind it.”

Cadet Ethan Nash

“You really have something against beige,” she laughed slowly working the top of his right shoulder with both hands. “You know its a great neutral color. One day you will learn to love it. You will come home and your fiancée will have announced she used it as the neutral for the wedding, you wife will have painted your bedroom in it, you kid will have found a beige maniac on four feet you will be walking proudly down the street,” she ran off a litany of objects that the color could be represented on.

“Fiancee? Honey that is a long time away, I am career Starfleet. Not to say I won’t find that special someone but that is way down on my list and,” he paused for effect, “that special woman is going to know that beige is a no go topic for me. Seriously, if I turn up for the wedding and she’s plastered beige on that reception area or the cake is a Marital Depression Beige, I’m just gonna hand her that big ol ring and say goodbye, she definitely isn’t the one for me and has no idea who I am.”

Moving her head to his ear, Emily spoke in a low tone just above a whisper. “You are wrong Mr Nash. When you find Mrs Nash one day, you will be so in love you would do anything and everything for her. Maybe even wear beige to your own wedding just to see her smile.” Emily moved back and began to work the muscles slowly but firmly with a smile on her face. Men like Ethan Nash did not fall in love easily but when they did it was hard and fast and permanent. He could spin a yarn about what would happen years from now but it would be all lies. One day he would move the stars for someone and never ask why if they wanted it done.

Tilting his head one way then the next as she spoke, he focused on her touch for a bit but shook his head slightly. She really didn’t grasp how much he despised beige. “Damn, you have magic hands. Where did you learn to do that?”

“No where. Just a knack for knowing where people hurt and trying to make it feel better. Stiff muscle, bruised ego, or broken heart it’s all the same. Paying attention to something wrong, or good, does wonders.”

After rubbing his shoulders for a few minutes Emily got off her chair and sat on the table behind her. “Come here,” she said pulling a chair around so it was between her legs. “Sit here. It will be easier. Sitting is the great height equalizer. If you need to be eye to eye you can raise you chair and no one will know the difference from behind a desk. Sitting also makes people feel more comfortable because you are not stuck with having to keep up your perfect posture,” she replied. Working his muscles she completely ignored that she had forgotten again about starting something. The man was so easy on the eyes but so on the straight and normal. If she was going to have to spend the next few hours she had to loosen him up. “So Nash, Ethan, some year cadet,” she laughed not remembering how many pips adorned his neck. “How are you going to change the world when you graduate here.” Her hands were slowly working out all the tension in his neck and shoulders which was not all caused by their circus act.

Emily Fox

“Cadet 2nd Class Nash,” he replied immediately with a frown that she had forgotten or ignored it so quickly. He could feel his body relaxing as she worked her hands down his muscles, but he worked to keep that perfect posture that the tutors demanded of the Command Cadets. “Oh I’m going to go all the way,” he said. “Fast tracked for Starship Command and the advanced courses, Admiral Perkins himself has been offering me positions on his Staff, once I complete the Academy.” Looking back, Ethan smiled at her lightly with obvious pride that wasn’t bathed in overconfidence. She was easy to talk to and had a way about her, even if it was barely contained in chaos that Ethan seemed to be able to sense.

“Starfleet is what my family has always done, now it’s my turn. I took Command because cleaning holodeck filters isn’t my thing, you know? I belong on the Bridge of a ship or at the head of an Away Team, that’s me. Not serving soup on some mercy mission. How about the mysterious Emily Fox? How come you’re here, other than to rescue dull soup kitchens from the horrors of boringness before making soup for the masses? What’s your game here?”

Ethan Nash

“I like People and I like People to know there is always someone there for them. Do you know what is worse than not having someone to talk to when you are sad? Not having someone to share something special and meaningful. Everyone always wants to focus on those that are sad and lonely but at least to me having something wonderful and amazing to share and no one to share it with is almost sadder.”

Nash nodded and listened, Clearly she wasn’t in any of the regular divisions like Operations or Security, he considered Medical for a moment, she had the hands for it but talked too much. He smiled very slightly when she spoke about sharing things wonderful and amazing. That would be nice in an ideal world but nobody serious about Starfleet had time for that, people moved about too much and that meant any connections would likely be fleeting and too much of a distraction for a career Officer. “So where do you come in with that?” He asked her.

“I want to be the one person on the ship or station people can come to tell me how badly their life is falling apart but also how absolutely amazing it is. Not every session needs to be braiding hair and handing out Kleenex. It can also be high fives and congrats on achieving a goal or a dream.” Emily had drifted a bit rubbing his neck as she spoke. Everyone in her profession wanted to focus on fixing people but Emily saw it more as being a Life coach in a way. It was why she chose Inter ships like the soup kitchen. These people didn’t want a twelve step therapy plan. Just a little companionship and a full belly.

“Oh, has Starfleet added Bartenders to their list of Academy Courses?” He teased her. “Sob stories, life coach and advice, congratulations and high fives. Is Bartending part of the Sciences with Mixology or did they add that to Operations after all?”

“You got me. I moonlight as a bartender to help me with my current path and for the record no one leaves me sad after a Friday night liberty adventure. Just saying,” she laughed off his description of what he saw as someone who ended up sprawling on a counselors couch.

“If you haven’t guessed I am in the engineering program. Total focus on warp cores,” she teased Nash before starting to rub his lower back. “My biggest challenge in counseling is trying to understand some cultures and not be all judgey and not well hell now I see where all this is coming from.”

“You’re feeding people in a soup kitchen on a desert planet and decorating their buildings so they aren’t dull,” Ethan raised his hands to the decorations around them. “Explain to me how you struggle not being judgey, would you?”

“Well for example I have no idea how I am ever going to do marital counseling with the Mintarans. I am not sure if you know them.”

Nash paused, suddenly more interested in the conversation. “I’ve heard of them,” he admitted. “Tell me about them, why do you think they would be a challenge?”

“They have a thriving system and don’t typically join Starfleet. Any jobs in the Federation held by them tend to be analytical because they have this crazy system of marriage.” Emily moved from Nash’s side to in front of him.

“How crazy exactly? Tell me more.” Ethan replied, and this time leaned back and put his elbow on the table she had just been sitting on. “I mustn’t have been paying attention when they went over them in Social Sciences.”

“See they take this test. It’s like 10,000 questions I have heard. Afterward they get a compatibility match and get hitched. I mean they don’t date or anything. They just go for it and take the plunge.”

“Just like that? No dating?” His voice had an edge of awe and amazement to it, “They really took that Married At First Sight show to heart didn’t they?” Smiling, he shook his head at the thought.

“Just like that,” she repeated his words with a smile matching his. Leaning back in her seat she kicked off her shoes and propped a docked foot Into his lap. “Your turn,” she said and continued without missing a beat.

“You want me to touch that?” Ethan asked her, raising an eyebrow and pointing to the foot on his lap. Looking from her foot to the soup tables and considering he was going to have to start cooking at some point, Nash decided to stall for time and picked up her foot. Commanding Starships was one thing, but cooking turnips was not in his job description and he could wash his hands later anyway.

“Come on you know you are dying to. Don’t hide it. I mean you took off your shirt. I took off my shoe. We are basically playing 1880’s poker. If you are good I might up my ante and show you my elbow,” she slowly raised her arm up flashing him like it was far more risque.

Holding the heel of her foot in one hand, he ran one thumb solidly up the sole of her foot and over the pad under her toes. Once he felt the muscles he moved both hands so his thumbs could both begin to follow the curve of the muscles in her foot, rubbing firmly up and out in a back and forth motion. “Careful, there might be a question in that Mintaran questionnaire about elbows and body parts. You never know, you might have just proposed in an ancient dialect.” Nash teased her but his tone was flat and careful so that he sounded far more serious than he was.

“Can you even imagine getting married sight unseen,” she leaned back further and closed her eyes as Nash rubbed her foot. “It would be like us today. You walk in out of the blue and find out that we are supposed to be together forever and not ever knowing my name or face until an hour ago. Can you imagine?”

“Maybe,” he said as he looked at her foot and concentrated on working the knots out. A moment later, he raised his eyes to hers. “What if the moment you saw me you knew in your soul I was the one you were supposed to be with? Maybe they trust the system so completely that they have total faith and confidence that the person they match with is the one,” he threw out the thought as if it was random. “Maybe they only take that step when they are honestly ready to have someone they can share their amazing and wonderful experiences with in their lives, without the sorrow of having a broken heart by falling for the wrong person who isn’t there to truly adore and cherish them. Can you imagine trusting the process and the system so much that you know the person you meet is your soulmate? Can you imagine that first night of the honeymoon, when it’s the rush of being with your match for the first time as a partner, the passion of being with someone you just met physically, the tenderness of being with someone you love and someone you trust with your heart all in one moment? Can you imagine the bond that creates when both people are willing for the same thing and committing themselves completely to each other physically, emotionally and spiritually?” Then, Nash shrugged. “How would I know though, I missed that class, Mintaran’s are weird. So are their mating rituals.” Now he grinned, glanced at her in the eyes and then slowly at her foot again as he massaged it.

Emily held her breath as he spoke. There was so much under that hard academy shell. Might take a jackhammer and a stick of dynamite but she would get to the soft squishy later underneath it all in the six weeks they had until everyone returned back to campus.

“Cadet Nash,” a familiar voice echoed through the room immediately after us reply to Emily’s musing. “What in the back woods Kentucky moonshine mentality has you thinking your assignment here should involve being half dressed and playing footsie with women on my time,” Hornsby’s voice bellowed.

“Oh S%!t!” Nash said, dropping Emily’s foot instantly and springing to his feet, coming to a semblance of parade ground attention and then looking around wildly for his shirt, before just standing straight again as he realized it was far out of reach and Hornsby would get to him before he would ever reach it. “Sir, I am simply following my orders to assist the staff of this Kitchen as and when instructed. Removing my shirt and massaging her foot was an instruction, Sir.” Ethan raised his head and his reply came out with confidence. It was a risk with Hornsby but he wasn’t exactly lying, he had been told to do those things and his orders were to do as he was told.

“I am sorry. Do you think you are Cadet Knight or Cadet Shultz?” He began to pepper the poor cadet with questions.

“No Sir, I am far better than and able to follow orders as instructed better than Cadets Knight or Schultz.” Again the answer was quick and confident, mostly because he knew that he could follow orders far better than either of those two glory jockeys.

“Good Mary mother of God are you blind Cadet Nash,” Hornsby followed up his question with another one. Dramatically he threw up his hands and waved one in front of Nash’s face as if checking his ability to see.

Nash stood at attention, his head still in parade ground regulation rigidity but that was belied by his eyes racing back and forth trying to keep up with Hornsby’s hand. “No Sir, I am not blind.” He shook his head slightly.

“Because even with my old eyesight I can tell she is a junior rank to you so what possibly made you take an order from an officer junior to you? Was it her attire or you understanding that sometimes someone knows a bit more than they earned the rank for,” Hornsby leaned in as if daring Nash to chose the wrong answer.

“Under Starfleet general orders Sir, an Officer placed in command of an operation is in command regardless of rank. A higher ranking Officer assigned to support that operation is under the command of that lower ranking Officer in regards to that operation, Sir.” Nash finished his reply that was textbook perfect, and then frowned. He had no idea if Emily was in charge of this operation. He had simply taken her suggestions and helped out, and now he realized that he hadn’t even done the most basic requirement of arriving at an assigned station, that of reporting to the commanding officer. That sudden realization made Nash highly annoyed at himself and at the same time, Emily for distracting him.

“Good answer. So answer this. Do you think I brought you to this backwater world to play spring break with the fairer sex or to get you away from those two numbskulls and save your career?”

Ethan blinked for a second, not expecting that question. “Save my career, Sir?” This answer sounded not so sure of itself. Clearly it was the right answer, but what Hornsby meant by save his career gave Nash pause. He thought he was already doing a fantastic job. Admiral Perkins already wanted him as part of his Command Advancement program!

“You sir clearly have no idea who you should listen to and who you should tell to go jump off a cliff.” Hornsby moved next to Emily and raised an eyebrow as he waved around the room.

“Ms. Fox,” he said in his still thunderous voice but with a distinctly softer quality, “Was this you?” Waving around the room at all the decorations he looked back at her crossing his arms but uttering none of the same type sentences questioning her sanity or eye sight.

“Yep and Cadet Nash here volunteered to come back and help paint the walls. We decided on a nice red,” Emily replied not making eye contact with Nash. She knew if she did his expression would probably make her double over laughing. Lucky for her, however, the idea that Nash would be coming back for after-hours fun had the completely opposite effect on Hornsby.

Nash’s mouth dropped open, but he shut it again in an instant so that if Hornsby looked back at him, he was still standing where he had been. His brow frowned however and he shook his head violently but slightly, trying to make contact with Emily and get her to stop talking. She was setting him up, he knew it now, for whatever reason she was trying to stitch him up with Hornsby.

“Well cadet Nash I am confused,” Hornsby paced the room acting with a very poor expression of being confused. “How can you answer so many questions correctly but still make so many piss poor decisions?”

Emily fox.

Nash paused before answering again, but only for a fraction of a second. “Sorry Sir,” Ethan said and stood straighter. He really didn’t have an answer, his Hairy Hogfather and maneuvered him into a position where he really couldn’t answer anything to that without it sounding impertinent and sarcastic, and although his early answers could have been viewed as smart assed, they were honest. “I will do better next time.” As he spoke, his eyes settled on Emily and it was clear that if he could mutter things under his breath at that moment, he would be.

“I should hope so and if it is extracurricular activities you are interested in I am sure I can find you some that don’t involve Ms. Fox and a paint brush,” Hornsby gave Emily a side glance before moving closer to a wall to inspect what the two cadets had been up to.

Looking at Emily, Nash shrugged slightly while Hornsby had his back turned and spoke quietly to her. “What are you doing? Are you trying to get me on sanitation duties for the next month? When did I agree to come back and paint that damn wall red?”

“Just say thank you…ma’am,” she replied trying not to laugh or look at Nash. Doing so would bring Hornsby back and right now she needed the persnickety old career man to move along.

“So, we actually have to cook? We couldn’t bring in the mobile replicators and get this thing done?” He adjusted his tank, leaving his tunic lying where it was.

“Not all worlds have replicators or the ability to repair them when they go down. Yes, we bring them in and support their maintenance but if you are three days out from a supply route and your replicator goes offline, people get pretty hungry in three days. Food has always been a social experience so by supplying a steady stream of food and replicators people trust us more. You also can’t take back food like other supplies so it shows we really don’t want anything back from what we are giving. So we cook and it feels like home and creates a sense of family.”

“Ok, lets do this and get it over with before I end up on report.” His voice had gone back to serious and professional as his eyes took stock of the tables. “What food do we have to cook with and who is actually in charge here? Is it you?” He asked Emily.

Ethan Nash

With a pin point precision, Nash felt a mass hit the center of his back. The impact was strong but it was also his uniform tunic. “Don’t forget your shirt son. I would not want you to catch your death of a cold....or something else,” Hornsby added the last part locking his hawk-like stare on the young cadet.

“Thank you, Sir,” Nash replied flatly, turning and picking up his discarded tunic and shaking it out, putting it back on again while giving Emily an accusing stare.

“Stop,” Emily pointed a finger at Hornsby. “Go terrorize someone else but be back at six. Cadet Nash here is making soup,” she volunteered happily.

“Wait, how…” Nash began to ask softly, but Hornsby had already begun to reply. It was only now that Nash noticed something odd. Emily was giving Hornsby instructions.

“Soup…on a desert world you are making something hot. Son you sure you shouldn’t make something cold…like frigid cold where you think about putting on your academy issued overcoat and gloves,” Hornsby leaned in ask if waiting for another correct answer.

“You have a point Sir,” Ethan agreed, getting the hint clearly and eager to pour cold water on whatever Hornsby thought was going on between the mysterious Ms Fox and himself.

“No he doesn’t,” she directed her gaze at Nash, “and you eat MRE’s,” she looked back at Hornsby. “Now both of you straighten up and fly straight.”

“Go,” she pointed to the door again. “Soup is a great idea and you don’t have to eat here so get on the soup train or go eat in the mess hall,” she crossed her arms.

“Six o’clock then,” he nodded at Emily before looking at Nash. “That is eighteen hundred hours Cadet Nash and no corn in the soup. I hate corn in soup.” Hornsby leveled a gaze at him before turning sharply and walking out.

“What the hell was that?” Nash asked, holding out his hands in the time honored WTF expression. “Have you got a get out of jail free card in there or have some information you’re blackmailing him with?” Ethan was stunned, annoyed and frustrated at how things had gone so far.

“So,” Emily said pulling her ponytail out and shaking her hair out before starting to up it up again gathering all the loose pieces that had fallen out around her face. “How about we make a nice corn chowder,” she put her hands on her hips and spoke in a confident tone.

“You are just gonna ignore my question?” Nash asked, folding his arms and looking at her hard. “First you answer and then we cook. How come he’s not roasting you over a fire like he did me?”

Emily looked at Nash and for half a second thought about answering him. He was so serious and determined to play by the rules and earn best cadet of the quarter for probably the tenth time but there was more to life than snapping to and living in the box Starfleet crammed you in by shirt color.

“First one to the kitchen picks the soup recipe,” she immediately broke into a run for the small kitchen door.

Emily Fox

“What?” Nash said and dropped his arms. That wasn’t what he had just told her, she was completely side stepping his questions and now he blinked as her rear end made it’s way towards the kitchen. “Hey stop! No Corn!” He yelled as he broke into a sprint after her.

Emily looked like a runner but Nash spent a good amount of time on the track himself. Where Emily moved there were tables between her and the kitchen, and she would have to go around them but Nash, he was a dab hand at both sprints and hurdles and he decided to take the direct route. In the back of his mind he knew she couldn’t make him make corn chowder, but somehow she had booked him in to repaint a wall and had calmed the beast in Hornsby, he wasn’t going to take chances now.

Three tables stood between Nash and the Kitchen, and while Emily had a head start, she was running around them. Crouching slightly into a sprinters stance Nash sprung forwards, took two steps and then jumped the closest table in classic hurdle style. He hit the ground running and tensed for the second table, jumped and took it perfectly. Now, he glanced to see what Emily was doing.

Looking back, he suddenly realized that it wasn’t just a table in front of him at the final hurdle, but directly in his path was the old man Dulin that Emily had spoken to earlier. “Oh Plow me,” Nash said suddenly as he saw the man sitting upright, but still as Emily rounded the third and final table. He was committed now, so he narrowed his eyes and judged the speed and height he needed to have in the next two steps. Then jumped. He cleared Dulin, barely, feeling the scrape of the top of the mans head scrape him as he cleared the ‘hurdle’ and landed past the table between the kitchen and Emily, or would have if his foot hadn’t caught the back of a chair that wasn’t pushed all the way in as he came down. Tripping, he pitched forward with the customary oof sound but put himself into a clumsy roll that he couldn’t quite recover from, coming to a stop on his back at the base of the long tables set up for cooking.

Looking up at Emily, he shook his head and pointed at her. “No corn!”

Cadet Nash

Emily bent over putting her hands on her knees and heaved in a lungful of air. The race was not long or hard but she had never thought it would have turned into what it did. “Wow you are committed,” she laughed as her breathing came back to normal. Sticking her hand out to help him up, she could not stop laughing. “You were practically a gazelle or at minimum an antelope back there. My mentor was right. When you commit you commit. If Duln had been a hair taller you would have decapitated him which would have brought in medical. Now that would have been a problem. People make all sorts of assumptions when they see someone being rolled out of a restaurant and they always circle around the food. No one wants to battle the rumor of food poisoning in a soup kitchen I can tell you that.” Her tone was as serious as Nash had ever heard.

“Well without replicators they still might if we have to cook,” Nash answered through short breaths. Like Emily, it wasn’t a long race but he had spent a lot of energy and when he nut grazed Dulins head, he hadn’t come away without an eye watering impact that, thankfully, the tumble onto the ground had covered up.

Taking Emily’s hand, he pushed off the ground and used her to leverage himself up again. Coming to his feet he was closer to her, looking downed nodded and smiled slightly. “Thanks for helping me up, so I win right, no corn chowder.”

Leaning back so that Nash didn’t topple her when he took her hand, Emily helped him to his feet. “And I kinda lied to you. You can’t pick the soup,” she admitted. “Nutrition plans the menu and it is Vegetable Slig Soup. If you want to make an impression you can handpick Uh,” she stopped herself from adding the rest of the sentence she had planned on saying. The large pause in the conversation was the first time she had stopped talking since Nash had met her. It was also the first time, she looked slightly uncomfortable staring up into his eyes. Her mind went blank as every topic of conversation left her mind except for the one she was trying to avoid.

Ethan said nothing for a moment, just looked back at her and waited for her to keep talking. When the silence had gone on just slightly longer than felt normal he tilted his head slightly. “What’s up? Cat got your tongue?”

“Yeah yeah,” she waved her hand brushing off his hint of concern or confusion in his question. “Just lost my train of thought there for a second. I have been here since 5:30 am setting up for breakfast. Turning abruptly she entered the kitchen. “So we have most of the vegetables over there cut up in prep. The Slig meat is cubed and ready for the pots in the fridgeration units. We try to keep it simple so we just dump it all in the pots, stir these ten-gallon bad boys until our arms are going to fall off, and dish out dinner. Those two are ready so if you want to start dumping the stuff in those other three drums of broth, I can start plating up dinner. Oh and take that shirt off. It’s hotter than Yak balls when the ovens get going. Hornsby is just being a pill. Trust me you would be in far more trouble if you passed out and had to have medical show up from heatstroke than you would being out of uniform.”

“Take off my shirt again?” Ethan smirked, “sounds more like you just want me to take it off all the time. I’ll keep it on, I’m not risking Hornsby coming back and finding me playing 1880’s poker with you once more, I’ll be fine.”

He walked to where the food had been prepped and began carrying buckets towards the large pots of broth, pouring the contents into the broth without ceremony but trying not to splash soup everywhere in the process.

Moving to the area where the clean dishes were replicated, she pulled half a dozen bowls out but not before turning on some music. Her face lit up as a soft song began to come from her personal communicator. She did not look at Nash but slipped into her job of starting to turn out dinner. Her movements however matched the rhythm of the song as she walked. Ripping off a hunk of bread, she set in on the tray and in perfect time, spun around with two bowls ready for Nash to fill with his ladle. Nash might have heard the song. Right now it was very popular but mainly with the ladies. “Play that song, The one that makes me go all night long. The one that makes me think of soup. THat’s all you gotta do,” she sang along with the lyrics changing the words slightly as he filled up the bowls and turned around setting them on the trays.

Looking up, Nash watched her sing and move for a moment with his mouth hanging open slightly. Her enthusiasm for making the mundane fun was genuine and attractive he had to admit but it also wasn’t going to win her any better grades. She was into the social services though so it didn’t surprise him, she probably gave kids lollipops when she spoke to them to make them more relaxed and be friendly.

Nash dipped the ladle Into the soup and filled the bowls she handed him, then watched as she turned and kept singing. He had to smile, the tune was fun and he had heard it before, but wasn’t something he often listened to. Leaving the ladle in the pot for a moment he realized that she was right and it was getting uncomfortably hot, so he took off his shirt again shrugging out of it and pulling it behind him, where he worked for a second to free his arms.

“Oh god Em,” a voice said hurriedly running into the kitchen and standing next to her taking over the job of getting dishes and setting bread on the trays so Emily only had to worry about the soup. “Out of nowhere, the line has erupted into something unbelievable It’s winding halfway down the street.” It was then she saw the man behind the counter and did a double-take. Who is that, she mouthed. The new guy did not look or act like the others that had been rolled in over the past few weeks. He definitely did not seem as if he belonged behind a soup pot and yet he was not complaining like all the others either.

“Hey, when you gonna plate that soup. Why you gotta hesitate. When you gonna plate that soup and make my day,” a voice sang the lyrics to the song again but with twisted words. The man’s voice was a bit gravely but surprisingly Dulin did not have that bad of a voice.

“Him too? No, we aren’t forming the soup kitchen barbershop band, you aren’t going to have me joining in, where’s them bowls at?” Now with his tunic discarded, Nash waved the ladle with a confident swagger like it was some kind of weapon. “Do you think it needs salt? Maybe it needs salt.”

His comment made Emily look directly at the man behind her. “Come on Nash, the job you are going to be doing all night long. The one that gives them soup. That is all your gotta do.” She gave him half a wink before turning back and finding the pace of the line. It only took half a chorus before she and the girl next to her found the beat and the speed to enjoy the song and do their job.

“Charming, back to the Soup Kitchen Barbershop Band,” Nash shook his head again and smiled, catching the new girls eye as he spoke. “Hi, I’m Ethan. Do you sing too?” He waved in greeting while he stirred the pot.

It became rhythmic with little time to talk but enough time to sing and lighten the mood. Most of the people seemed edgy and gruff, taking the plates and giving Emily and the girl next to her suspicious glances as they took the tray and walked over to a table. The people talked amongst themselves in hushed tones occasionally appearing agitated as they waved the spoons back at the kitchen. Someone at the table quelled the murmured conversation before it escalated yet it created a weird environment. The endless line showed people were willing to come. The slightly aggravated mood showed, once they got the soup they didn’t necessarily want to stay. After finishing his food, Dulin moved about the room reminding one of a lunch monitor putting an end to most of the simmering hostility. No one seemed to question or challenge him.

“Glad we served soup,” the girl said to Emily nodding at one man who threw his spoon down with a clatter before storming out.

“It’s not that bad,” Nash said looking at the pots, “I mean, okay we are serving some kind of Slug meat and that’s not something I really like the sound of, but these people must eat it often enough, right?” He frowned and looked at the soup again, large floating blobs of the mystery meat floating on the surface. “How often do they riot?”

“Dulin has it under control,” Emily said confidently. “It’s fine and security always increases their patrols during the first two hours,” she replied in a calm, assured tone. Turning back to Nash, she raised an eyebrow and said in a firm tone. “It is fine. Stop looking worried. You are too young to get crows feet and that expression alone is enough to make me frustrated so smile and stir,” she tried to be light as before only there was something different in her tone and manner.

“Wait, why do they increase their patrols?” Nash asked, pausing in his ladling of soup into bowls.

“Em....we good here,” a starfleet security officer asked poking his head through the door to the kitchen. From Nash’s scope of view, he could make out a third of the dining area but not the corners or the door. The man appeared to know her based on the use of her given name but his manner was far more professional.

“We are good Chad,” she addressed him by his first name also. “Just watch the line outside and pass out water if it gets tense. That always works, The shipping crates are on the side out back.”

“Plow me, tough crowd,” Nash muttered and shook his head, returning to his work but now his eyes kept moving over the crowd in the soup kitchen. His major was Security, although back on Mintara Prime his focus at university and in the planets military had been Engineering. “You go look after that crowd,” Nash spoke up to the security officer, “I’ll watch things in here.”

Chad let his gaze drift over Nash as if sizing up an opponent. His scanning of the perimeter let Chad notice the more senior rank and command colors of the tunic slung on a back counter. “You got them, Sir,” he looked for confirmation from Nash before moving from his spot.

Nodding once, Nash let his eyes move over the people again before glancing at Chad and going back to his ladling.

“Okay, then water is it. =/\=Start passing out water in the back and middle sections of the line. It will keep them focused and behaving.=/\= he spoke into his comm badge before tapping the wall a few times as if debating to say more. Instead, he settled with, “I will circle back around in sixty but use the comm badge Fox. I am serious. Don’t be all hippy-dippy the galaxy is saved by a bowl of soup.” The hint of familiarity was now gone as Chad moved from his spot in the door to back on patrol.

Emily Fox

“Ok, so what the hell is that all about,” Nash said, moving up to Emily and the other girl. “Is the food here really that bad?”

“No it’s soup night. The crowds always get rowdy on soup night. It’s a desert world so water is at a premium. The fact we serve it as a meal has the people on edge. They don’t trust that it is free. They think we will run out. They want to steal it to add to their own community’s water supply.” Emily raised a finger with each point and then wiggled her three fingers. “It’s crazy if you really think about it. Soup for us is usually served to the poor but here it is the highest form of wealth. You will probably be so tired of soup when you leave here you will never want another bowl,” she laughed.

Nash raised his eyebrows and looked at the soup as he stirred it, then back at the people in the room. It felt a little lucky about then that he hadn’t simply taken a bottle of water and poured it over his head to cool off like he had thought about doing earlier when it was uncomfortably hot in the kitchen. That likely would have made the crowd think he was part of some elite clique that was simply there because he was told he had to be. Wait, that was technically true.

“So we’re serving this lot soup, which happens to be a sign of wealth and in that case luxury, and they are twitchy about it?” Nash grumbled and shook his head. “You know this lot is starting to sound like an ungrateful lot of.......” Nash’s words ran along into the night as the kitchen continued to hand out bowls of the vegetable Slig meat gold.

--------Four Hours Later--------

It had been a long, busy night. The kitchen was now empty, the doors closed and almost everyone had left. Empty bowls, pots and used spoons covered one table and Nash now sported a pair of bright yellow cleaners gloves, his tank spotted and stained by soup splashes and looking decidedly more tired than he had looked when he arrived. His mood had dropped along at about the same time as the soup had run out, and that happened to be when the cleaning had started. Cleaning wasn’t his favourite thing.

“So are you two good here,” Kalani was already taking off her apron and grabbing her things.

“Hang on, you’re leaving us? Already?” Ethan looked up from the pile of bowls that was balancing on the edge of a bench, ready to pile into a large sink as he made sure the waste trap was connected to the waste water unit outside and wasn’t going to empty out onto the floor.

“Yeah,” Emily laughed. “Get out of here. E-dog and I got this.”

“Who dog? Me? How the hell did I earn that name?” Pushing himself to his feet he walked towards Emily and her friend, pulling the yellow gloves off his hands.

“And he is gonna cover me for the next three days,” Kalani addressed Emily, not Nash.

“I’m right here ladies,” Nash waved his hand in the air.

“One second lemme sort this out ‘kay,” she held up a finger to Ethan like she was dealing with a line of people at the counter all asking questions. “Yeah but the question is do you really want to be running around as the officer in charge. There is a lot of sand out there but so are the security assignments,” Emily waggled her eyebrows at Kalani who shoved her friend.

“Who is covering who? I’m not covering anybody, I’ve got Security assignments next.” Somehow, Ethan was beginning to think that what he thought he was going to be doing and what he was actually going to be doing, were going to be different… unless he could talk to Hornsby about his assignment. Emily was fun, and attractive, and had a positive way about her that made it hard to say no, but serving soup was not what he had joined Starfleet for. While the rest of his class was out making sure these different tribes didn’t slaughter each other over a wet rag, Nash was serving soup to the displaced.

“Oh that is okay Chad will head those up but I really need to go pack. Last time are you sure,” Kalani said rapidly enough it was clear the offer was just for show.

“Yes go,” she shooed her friend out of the building. Looking at all the dishes, she put her hands on her hips. “You know I know you aren’t thinking you are going to thank me for this but you will. Oh, and when you say thank you I like sunflowers and wild flowers. If we were back in San Fran you could just pull a vehicle over and snag some but here on Hot as Ass,” she played off the planets name, “you are going to have to work for it. E-dog,” she laughed again at his probably not appreciated nickname.

“Ethan,” he said it slowly. “Eeeeeee Thannnn,” he pronounced the syllables distinctly. “No D O G, see?” He sounded out the last three letters carefully. “Why am I getting you flowers? So far you’ve booked me into repainting a wall we just decorated, insulting the locals buy serving them soup with slugs in it which apparently is a delicacy of the elite, ok maybe not the slugs but the water, and now I’m covering for your friend to do what? Serve more soup to a hostile bunch of starving people who think it’s too good for ‘em?”

Emily stood watching Ethan with the iconic counselor face. The placid expression they all wore when someone was rambling about things out of their control but not really looking for an answer. She did not interrupt the series of questions he tossed at her nor commented on his views of the situation. The small hint of a smile showed she had not perfected it yet but there would be time in the few years she had left to graduate.

Finishing his mini rant, he took a breathe and looked at her. She was watching him with a funny look on her face. Waiting a moment, he just raised an eyebrow slightly to indicate he had finished.

Noting he seemed to pause to come up for air, Emily replied. “The flowers are a thank you for me to you. I know you are probably broke as a joke so its just a way for you to not feeling like you owe me for this. Honestly, E-Dog getting to hang out with you is payment enough,” she casually pulled her head back into a pony tail fixing the loose ends that never seemed to stay back in place.

“You don’t get to call me E-Dog, you gotta earn that!”

“I think I already have,” she winked at him. “Nicknames are natural between two people signifying a sense of belonging or camaraderie. We need something to mark this weekend,” Emily stated with a shrug. “You started though. I am just following through showing you we are at that stage of friendship. You call me Ems and I call you E-dog. there is another option,” she started to laugh clearly amused by an internal thought or idea. “Or since we are both E’s we could be E equals M C squared as in Emily and Ethan equals majorly cool to the second power. Whoop whoop,” she let out her own cheer like she was dressed in a half-shirt, shirt, and pom-poms on the sideline of a sporting event. “We can even get t-shirts made,” she nodded at him like this was an idea he could not refuse.

Ethan was silent for a moment, he blinked, then shook his head slowly from side to side. “No.”

“Well then we are back to E-dawg,” she threw up her hands playfully as if exasperated with the situation.

“God help me,” he muttered, although she did manage to get a slight grin out of him with her exaggerated motions.

“You know why I am going to call you that right,” she looked at him and smiled.

Nash’s shoulder slumped and he shook his head. “It’s Ethan, and why are you going to call me that?” It was like talking to a force of nature.

“So when you are racing back at school and everyone is yelling your name eeeee thannnn,” she changed his name. “You will hear eeeeee daaaaaaaawg and know I am in the crowd.”

Now Nash smiled slightly and snorted instead of laughed. “Why would you want to be in the crowd? Watching 10 seconds of glory isn’t exactly fun for most people, I’m a sprinter, never been good at long distance myself. You do track, what do you run?”

“Um who doesn’t watch the sprinters. It is like the easiest thing to watch and focus on. Just like you said ten seconds and down. With those distance people its just round and round, check your phone, round and round, buy a snack at concessions, round and round,” her voice took on a monotony as she spoke. “As for me I am on the relay team. Why do you think I would be on anything else? Relay is the only team event in reality. The rest are basically I - sports but enough about our extracurriculars.” Moving closer to him, Emily kept her eye contact on Ethan crossing the room. “How about you and I,” she stressed the personal pronoun, “get off this topic and onto me,” she let the words slowly slip from her mouth.

“Onto, you?” Nash echoed the words slowly, watching her slowly walk towards him. For a moment he even found himself leaning back against the table he was leaning on harder, holding it with both hands.

She paused long enough for Ethan to debate if that was the end of her thought or not. “and become a team to finish cleaning up this mess. There is no I in a team and who wants to get all dirty or soapy alone. Kinda boring.” Pulling her dish towel off her shoulder, she moved to the sink.

“You know, we could just get the Starship above us to beam down a bunch of new gear and have them recycle all this stuff, it would save a bunch of time.” He pointed at the mess behind him. “I have Command clearance I can use for the ship for some things, I can use it and the Tutors assess my use of Command Authority later on. I think this would suffice, it’s midnight, there’s hostile tribespeople who want our soup around and you’ll get blisters on those delicate hands if we stay up scrubbing till 3am.”

Nash

“Wait…you can do that. Call them then so we can get out of here,” she popped up on the cabinet surface and started swinging her legs.

Emily Fox

Now, he smirked and looked for his shirt that had been discarded hours before. Finding it he adjusted it so he could touch the comm badge on the front of it. =/\= Broadsword this is Command Cadet Nash, I need fresh plates and bowls, spoons and cooking supplies for the soup kitchen beamed down to my coordinates, and I will place a marker on the goods to be beamed up for recycling. Authorization Nash Omega 717 =/\=

------------------------------------- Present Day, Atlantis -------------------------------------

“It took about ten minutes before the new stuff arrived and the old stuff was taken away,” Nash explained to Lauren, filling their glasses again and looking at the bottle, frowning that most of it had gone, then looking at the woman on the other side of the desk and pointing his finger at her. “You do NOT tell anyone, anyone about E-Dog, got it. Nobody, especially not Maybelle.”

“Ugh why would I ever do that,” Lauren wrinkled up her nose and gave a small disgusted grunt like sound shaking her head. “Everything we say here,” she pointed a finger and waggled it back and forth, “is considered privileged information. Sacred even,” she raised her glass in a toast. “Tell someone,” she repeated rolling her eyes. “You think I break that easy. I am dating Rand for God’s sake and if an intelligence officer can’t get me to talk who else is?”

“A huh,” Nash smirked slightly. “You sure he doesn’t just have to ask ‘how your day?’ For that iron will to snap?”

Lauren let out a small laugh as she paused with the drink to her lips. “Nah that is when I say help me with this as I change out of my uniform his iron will snaps.”

Taking a sip of her drink she rolled her hand for Ethan to continue. “So hot sticky night. Two half- dressed cadets. Possible issue with pronouns that might or might not have been intentional,” she summed up the last part of the story.

------------------------------- Flashback ----------------------------------------------

Now, he smirked and looked for his shirt that had been discarded hours before. Finding it he adjusted it so he could touch the comm badge on the front of it. =/\= Broadsword this is Command Cadet Nash, I need fresh plates and bowls, spoons and cooking supplies for the soup kitchen beamed down to my coordinates, and I will place a marker on the goods to be beamed up for recycling. Authorization Nash Omega 717 =/\=

Turning off the Comm, he dropped his shirt over the back of a chair and folded his arms, leaning back on the table facing her. “It’ll take a moment, then the goods should arrive and we can close the doors on this place, for tonight at least. “It’s been, interesting,” He looked at the room and at the decorations. “You put a lot into this.”

Ethan Nash

“Wait you are planning to like go back to the barracks after this. At twenty-two hundred hours when we got a free pass to stay out all night because the sonic sanitizer went on the fritz again?”

“What are you talking about? The sonic sanitizer is fine, I used it like ten minutes ago right before your friend left.” Nash looked at the device, status light was green and it sat there patiently awaiting its next task.

Pulling open the door, Emily slammed it a bit harder than need so that a light came on indicating the door was no longer sealing properly. “Seems to be on the fritz now. Come on,” she grabbed her own shirt and headed to the door. “I wanna show you something.”

“What are you getting me Into? I don’t want to go anywhere, I’ve got an early shift tomorrow.” Nash picked up his shirt again and began to shake out the wrinkles.

“Yes you do,” she began flipping off lights to the room at the door. “Oh and grab that emergency medical kit on the wall on your way out,” Emily pointed a the red bag hanging on the wall.

“What the hell? Why would we need that?” Nash picked it up anyway, looking at it, and her, doubtfully.

“Dude you never go out at night on Arakis III without that thing trust me,” she slung it over her shoulder and waited outside until Ethan exited the building. Adjusting the strap on her shoulder, Emily sized him up. “So your choice. Come with me and I will explain more about why you are going to thank me in the morning or go to bed…like you are ninety…instead of twenty…as in old and wrinkly and geriatric....instead of hot as hell with a body that don’t quit,” she taunted him walking backward and curling her finger encouraging Ethan to follow her. “It’ll make ya feel goooooood,” she sang out before turning around and leaving her best asset to entice him along. “Because who doesn’t want to feel good,” Emily kept walking and waiting for him to reply.

Emily Fox

“Okay, okay fine’” Ethan said while pulling his shirt over his head, “I’ll Come. Where are we going that’s got you so excited? It better not be another soup kitchen getting ready for breakfast service.”

Ethan Nash

Fifteen minutes later, Emily had led Nash to a small outcropping of rock on the edge of a sand-filled ocean. On a different world, waves might have crashed into the base of the fifty-foot outcropping. On Arrakis III it was just sand as far as the eye could see. Sitting down on the top of the outcropping, Emily let her feet dangle over the edge. “Okay cop a squat and get me a beer out of the medical bag.”

Pausing for a moment Nash looked out over the desert laid out before them. There was a strange beauty in the emptiness, the near silence that met them except for the slight wind that brushed over them. Sitting down beside Emily, he realized what she had asked him to get. “A what out of the medical bag?” Ethan asked, then lifted the bag in one hand and tested the weight. “Why would there be....” with the other hand, he opened the bag and looked inside. He stared at it for a second not believing what he was seeing initially, then he just closed his eyes and shook his head, wondering why he was surprised.

Opening the bag, Ethan would not see a single item normally included in it unless what amounted for medicinal was Bubba Jo’s backwater whiskey and ale.

Taking out one of the beers, he looked at it critically. “Please tell me this crap is the only stuff available in this hillbilly hell town and not your favourite,” Nash told Emily, but handed it over anyway. For his own part he picked out the bottle of whiskey, then put the ‘medical’ bag beside them. He was in no rush to open the bottle, so he looked out over the dunes again and leaned back slightly, resting on his hands. “It’s a pretty sight,” he admitted.

“You know I never really gave a desert too much thought before I got here. During the day it is hot and sand gets stuck everywhere chaffing everything. At night though is when the beauty of this place shines through. Just look at that moon.” Emily’s tone was soft and slightly awe-inspired but so was the view. The sand waves almost appeared to dance and move under the moonlight sky. Bits of silica reflected the moonbeams back causing patches in the sand to glisten like diamonds. The world came alive at night and Emily and Ethan had the perfect view. Birds circled the sky and swooped down plucking things off the sandy landscape below. Tucked into the nooks and crannies of the rocks they were sitting on, flowers and vegetation blossomed instead of wilting in the hot desert sun.

“It’s definitely something,” Nash replied as he looked up. The moon was full and large. Arakis had two moons, at present only the one was visible over the dunes spready out before them. The strong light made the activity more visible, or perhaps was the cause of the activity. Either way, Ethan and Emily had no trouble seeing anything in the ‘dark’ around them. Picking up the bottle that Emily had put down as she had explained this outcrop to him, he handed it to her again and smiled, being fairly sure that if he let her talk, she could be here for hours. Not that he minded at that moment despite his early protests. He wasn’t a big drinker but they had a strong drink after the night working, the world around them was amazing and beautiful, and the woman beside him was stunningly beautiful in the moonlight as she took in the world.

“Kalani is a science officer,” Emily took the beer Ethan handed her. “Thanks,” she smiled holding hers up for a small impromptu toast before taking a sip. “The first night we found this she could not stop talking about the planet and life forms. She is writing her term paper on this place. How life will always adapt and find a way no matter the circumstances and then thrive. I told her she needed to go into the greeting card business and just slap a picture of that landscape with those words. That’s why she wanted you to cover for her shift for the next three days when the teams are out doing recon and exploration. They couldn’t take everyone but teams so with you staying here a spot opened up. So thank you,” she leaned her head on his shoulder giving him a make shift hug.

“Yeah, no problems,” Nash commented but the tone was somewhat sarcastic. “I’m glad she can go do…” he waved the bottle at the vast open nothing in front of them, “Sciency stuff.” Twisting the top of the bottle he held, he opened it up and smelt the contents, then made a face. “Oh god, this stuff smells like it’s designed to clean the inside of those soup pots.” Lifting the bottle he took a sip, letting the strong alcohol slide down his throat and he coughed. It was stronger than he was used to.

Emily let out a long laugh leaning over and nudging Ethan with her shoulder making him bobble some. “Tea tottler,” she teased him looking at the characteristic tight-lipped smirk men wore when drinking something strong. It was in sharp contrast to the gagging face most women wore when drinking strong alcohol. “Get used to it Nash ol’ boy. Aris Ale is the only thing to drink here that is off the radar. We are all cadets and drinking is no mas but you know that Mr. Regulations....E-dawg.” Taking a sip she swallowed the foul liquid as fast as she could. Emily wasn’t drinking the ale for pleasure but only for a purpose.

“Off the radar? Why? This stuff tastes like it is so off the radar it’s really used to clean grease out of water pump machines.” Taking another, bigger swig he made a face now and laughed. “Now I understand why your friend switched places with me. She was avoiding drinking this crap with you, right? You threatened her with this stuff didn’t you? Three days huh, I bet that’s how long the hangover this stuff gives you lasts.”

“If you run with the boys you need to get up with the men Nash,” she teased back. “Tell me you have the constitution to get up with the men. Besides, she and I drink this all the time.”

“I did however threaten her to an inch of her life if she brings home another pet,” Emily said the last word with the first hint of her having a temper. “Kalani’s dad’s a diplomat and they traveled all over. Someone gave her a pet, and then another one and another one so she started running out of room in all the cages. She dumped them into one and it was survival of the fitness but,” Fox laughed, it spurred her idea for a career. “Her focus is trying to save indigenous species that are near extinction and transplant them to new worlds without wreaking ecological destruction. If she brings one more thing back to our room I am going to be her destruction. It’s like we live in a pet store now as it is. So what’s your passion Nash and don’t give me that patented save the galaxy and promote peace speech. It’s lazy and scripted. Something makes you swing your feet out of bed, throw on some pants and put up with all the BS of the academy. Is it a girl back home,” she tested the waters.

Emily FOx

“No girl,” Ethan shook his head. “I’ve been too busy trying to do my best at the Academy, even with all it’s BS,” his voice didn’t sound like he really believed there was much BS, “I worked hard, got noticed and they assigned me to the Cadet Command program, you know, the one where they take Cadets with signs of early Command potential and try to bring it out more. That’s why I’m here, I want to be out there,” Nash looked up at the stars now, “on a ship, finding things we have never seen before. I know, it’s cliché, but that is why I joined Starfleet. After the war and everything that’s happened to the Federation in the last 20 years or so, I want to be part of getting back out into the stars as explorers. I don’t give a toss about saving the Galaxy, it will still be here when we are gone. I want to see it before I’m gone.”

Emily didn’t doubt this. Nash was the type that set a plan and followed it. He was so different than the group of cadets she interacted with. Everyone came to her with problems. That was her job but Emily was also only human. Psychological and counseling services were designed to get into people’s heads so that they could release their burdens and find the best version of themselves. Physics however stated that energy could not be created nor destroyed. It could only be converted from one form of energy to another. In the psychological world that meant transferring the negative energy to the therapist. All her professors warned that you had to let it go. If not it would eat you alive. The problem was a good therapist could not just turn it off after the session. They thought and pondered about the person long after they left the couch.

Ethan leaned back, onto the rock behind him and looked out over the land ahead of them in silence for a moment. It was a primal and savage land, unforgiving and perfect for testing young Officers who though they were ready for anything. His eyes moved up to the stars, all of them unfamiliar to him from this angle but all of them familiar in their pinpoint brightness, their promise of a world beyond what he knew. Taking another sip of the drink, he coughed and laughed again. He looked over at Emily in the moonlight, relaxed, and raised the drink in toast to the stars and took another sip.

Ethan was uncluttered. He was simple. His drive for excellence let him ignore all the noise around him and focus on only what was important. It didn’t hurt he was hot as hell too but his single minded determination to be the best was something Emily found very appealing. Ethan would be the type that probably gave gut answers and whether they were right or wrong, he stood by them. “Let’s just hope you being gone isn’t a permanent thing. I think the galaxy and me would find life much more interesting with you in it so get out there and do your job.”

“Oh I would, but that job was here,” he laughed again and looked at Emily, raising an eyebrow and completely missing the part where she said she would find things less interesting without him. The combination of drink and heat, fatigue from working in a soup kitchen playing a part. “On that Security detail tomorrow. That was my job, leading the Security teams doing that recon and exploration, I was due to replace Chad, your… friend?” Now it sounded like Nash was the one testing the waters. Why, he didn’t know. There had been a familiarity between the two sure but no sign of anything more than that, other than the familiarity and the comfort that the man told Emily what not to do. Nash knew her well enough by now to understand that Emily wouldn’t listen to an instruction like that anyway, unless perhaps she had a reason to listen to Chad specifically.

“Oh Chad is a bit more than my friend but I wouldn’t worry about that. Trust me you will shine far better on your eval here saying you helped the poor instead of found a cactus,” she waved him off taking another sip of her drink.

More than a friend, she said it. For some reason Ethan felt his heart suddenly sink, a cold feeling wash over him. Perhaps this Chad was ambitious and wanted Ethans spot, maybe Emily was interested in Chad and was making sure Chad had the opportunity to shine. Nash let the thought slide for now, Emily really didn’t seem like that type of person but he hardly knew her. People would do anything for those they cared about, wanted to be noticed by, or were in love with. Ethan also knew he didn’t have to be here with Emily right now. He could have called time at any stage, gone back to barracks, led the team tomorrow. Why hadn’t he? The thought confused him, even made him more frustrated. Chad was more than her friend, was leading the security detail tomorrow in Ethans place and Ethan was sitting drinking grease dissolver with a girl he met in a soup kitchen, a girl who knew Chad well.

“What if that Cactus decides to shoot at them, I’ve heard they do that here, some tribesmen hide in them and shoot at anything that moves in their territory? So instead, I am stuck serving soup to the less fortunate, while my team that I was in charge of leading leave without me, with your friend in tow, and Chad leading it on a hostile planet. That was supposed to be my moment, and now, I’m serving soup. For three days. After that I’m due to rotate to supplies.” Nash raised his bottle in mock toast to Emily, and his voice sounded a wee bit disappointed, perhaps even slightly angry. “While your more than a friend Chad takes my place.”

“Dude again stop worrying about Chad or what you think you need to do to succeed. Nothing is going to ever stop you from reaching your potential except maybe yourself. That little voice,” she reached up and ran a thumb gently over his temple, “right here needs to be silenced. Getting lost in your thoughts is good at times but signing a lease to stay there permanently will only leave you spinning your wheels. You have gotten to where you are based on your drive, commitment, and promise to do something. Stay the course because people like my cousin tend to follow the easier path.” Emily removed her finger from his temple and took another swig of beer.

“Wait what?” Ethan lifted his head from the rock that he was leaning it back against. “Your Cousin?” Things clicked into place for Ethan just then, Chad was part of Emilys family. Family was thicker than blood, and Chad was now in Ethan’s place, leading the patrol Hornsby had assigned Nash to and in Hornsby’s notice. Nash let his head fall back against the rock. “Crap.” The word was muttered under his breath as the stars began to dance in front of his eyes, the drink was strong and had begun to have an effect.

“Would you have preferred he was my boyfriend,” Emily chuckled at his response? “Mr. Nash you really need to relax some and enjoy what you are experiencing instead of looking for something to experience. If you don’t take a moment to ponder what you have how will you ever learn anything about yourself? Living is the sum total of all your experiences. You think you want to sit your ass in a metal seat staring at stars out from a glass pane but is that really seeing it? That star,” she randomly pointed to one, “is just a pin prick of light like all the other ones up there but that star,” she pointed to another one, “is sending light down here to dance on the sand creating something you are never going to see again. You are only getting half the picture in that metal chair. Sitting here you get the star and all that it influences. Sometimes the biggest impact of something is not immediately apparent so shut and tell me one thing you see that novel.”

Emily could see Nash was struggling with his choice of staying with her. That did not bother Emily. What bothered her was Ethan was seeing but not observing. She had no idea what the desert held from a security standpoint but she knew what it held from a social point. Everyday Dulin and the other tribal leaders came into the soup kitchen, dressed without the pomp and grandeur of Starfleet. These men controlled the desert. She would not mention this to Ethan or the mission to the deep desert. Emily would just place Ethan into positions to make sure he was chosen for that mission if he wanted it when the time came. Until then, she would just learn more about the man and what made him tick.

“At least,” he sighed, “this place is amazing, I never thought this hick planet could look like this or have this much, life. It’s a great place to explore, or it would have been.” Ethan looked at her accusingly, his mouth set at an angle that told of frustration but his eyes weren’t angry at all. They were disappointed at missing the adventure. Confused as to why he let himself stay behind with her, drinking whiskey and looking out over endless dunes on a bright moonlit night, a warm breeze on their faces and glimmering silica sand below them looking like ocean waves.

“Are you an idiot,” she asked Nash?

“I am an idiot,” Nash said and looked at the almost empty bottle in his hand. “Why the hell am I here instead of at the barracks getting ready to do my job? How did I let myself get talked into this. This isn’t my job.” Feeling a sudden burst of temper, Ethan threw the bottle off the cliff in front of him, hard. He watched it spin a few times, glinting in the moonlight as the spilling drink and glass both reflected the moons rays around it before disappearing out of sight below.

Ethan Nash

“Okay, that’s it. Get up,” Emily stood up slightly wobbly and turned to face Nash. “Come on. Don’t whine,” she gestured with her hands for him to stand up.

“Fine, it’s time to go back anyway,” Ethan said and moved to stand up, then the moon spun and he felt the rock against his back again. “Damn that stuff is strong, help me up,” He held out his hand and despite himself, laughed as the drink kept him off balance for a moment.

“We are not going back. You want adventure,” she waggled her fingers letting the rest of her sentence disappear into the night air.

Reaching out she took his and began to lead him down an almost invisible path on the drop-off side of the cliff. The path blended so seamlessly into the side of the cliff, unless you knew where to look, you would never find it. While the path was two feet wide, Emily leaned hard into the rock wall so she stayed as far as she could away from the edge. Walking down around ten feet, Emily stopped in front of what looked like a one-foot crack in the wall. Taking Nash’s hand she led him towards it. Only when Emily disappeared into the rock did Nash understand it was only a hologram.

“What the hell?” Nash muttered watching her disappear through the fake wall, and then watched as his hand began to disappear as well. Curiosity overcame caution and drink, however and without letting her go he followed her in. Through the fake wall the crack had turned into a cave entrance that Emily led him through, walking beside him. Moonlit for a moment, it quickly became dark. Her hand was soft and smooth and warm, her touch pleasing, his senses more sensitive from the drink he thought. He could smell rock and sand, that was a given, and something else coming from her beside him. He took a breath to try and pinpoint it, closed his eyes as he did so. Onion and garlic, from the soup kitchen. In the dark he smirked, at least it wasn’t Slig meat.

The darkness lasted only moments though as if by their very presence small globes of light began to softly illuminate the way forward and around them. The smirk faded though as his mind broke through the drink and the sense of touch and smell diminished with the light, he still wasn’t where he was supposed to be. “Emily what are we doing here?”

“So you are right. Exploring is fun and I am sorry if I stopped you from finding something of your own but I can promise you this is worth sharing.” Emily let go of his hand as the passage narrowed so that they could only walk single file. “That man Dulin brought me here. He said I was someone that could see below the surface of things.” Pushing through a narrow crack, she stepped aside so that Nash could enter the large black cavern. The glow globes that had lit the way so far were absent from the room. “So you believe in magic Ethan,” Emily said.

“I stopped believing in magic a long time ago,” Ethan said, carefully moving forwards into the cavern. “Everything has an explanation, magic was just an old time excuse for things people didn’t really understand.” Turning back to face Emily he stopped walking and raised both eyebrows in question, a light smile on his face. “What are we doing here, Em? What is this place and why the question about magic?”

“Abra cadabera,” Emily said in a low tone and then switched on the small flashlight she had in her pocket. The room lit up like they were standing in a huge diamond. The amount of light from her flashlight did not seem possible to generate such a glow but the room was filled with a soft white light and the walls glistened with a thousand pin points of rainbows. Emily knew what Nash would see and waited for him to give a reaction. “So tell me this place is not worth giving up a duty shift for?”

Emily Fox

“Holy.......” the rest of Nash’s sentence was lost as he ran out of voice. With the light flaring around him he had shielded his eyes, but dropped it quickly when he realized the light wasn’t blinding, just light and his eyes adjusted fast.

Nash stood for a moment, how long he didn’t know but he looked around him in surprise. Out of all the things he had expected on this world, this room was not in any of them. Every movement that Emily made with the flashlight was reflected in the walls and reflections of the room. The prisms of light and rainbows moved and jumped from one pillar to another, ran over the ceiling and all around them. The room around them seemed silent as well, the sounds of the night in the desert outside dulled and hidden in this sheltered room.

Ethan turned back to Emily and took a couple of steps towards her before stopping and looking around again. “Okay, this is worth giving up a duty shift for, barely.” Looking at her, he grinned.

“Shut the hell up,” she rolled her eyes with a sarcastic laugh. What was it going to ever take to have this man admit he was either impressed or awed.

“This is amazing, what is this place? Why is it hidden with a fake wall and how did Dulin know it was here?” Letting himself turn around slowly again, he finally looked back to Emily as she stood in the light, rainbows reflected around her from the surface around the entrance they had walked through.

Ethan Nash

“Its called Mire Nimbu Tol Jakarata. Translated from the tribal language it is called the Well of Souls. The tribes come to places like this to ponder on their future. You are supposed to sit and let the possibilities of life fill you and inspire you. The light not only captures your sight with the blinding brilliance of the crystals but your positivity and negativity.” Taking his hand, Emily sat down on the hard flat rock in the center of the room. Moving on the rock, she placed her back against his and passed him the bottle she had carried into the cavern.

“They use some psychedelic mushroom to achieve the trance like straight but I find the degreaser better and doesn’t show up on med scans.” Emily heard the soft gurgle of liquid in the bottle and waited for Nash to hand it back behind him to her. Taking her own sip, Emily relaxed back against Nash’s back. “So tell me what you want in life but don’t mention Starfleet or command posts or rank. Use only words like success, power, freedom…lovers.”

Emily Fox


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