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Knight and Day e: Time to Play

Posted Jan. 4, 2020, 1:47 a.m. by Lieutenant Natasha Knight (Acting Chief Medical Officer) (Kate O'Neill)

Posted by Captain Dante Knight (Commanding Officer) in Knight and Day e: Time to Play

Posted by Captain Dante Knight (Commanding Officer) in Knight and Day e: Time to Play

Posted by Lieutenant Natasha Knight (Acting Chief Medical Officer) in Knight and Day e: Time to Play

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“No,” she looked at him with a deer in the headlights expression. How could she have forgotten that part. At the moment she was just too shocked to find out she was carrying Dante’s baby. Now all her mind could do was focus on three words: boy or girl.

“Which do you want and don’t tell me a healthy baby. That’s a given,” she looked around checking every corner. Natasha wished she could look as relaxed at Dante. She knew he wasn’t but the effortless stride and slight swagger even to his gait made him appear to have lived here forever.

“I.. don’t really know.” Dante said, and thought about it as he watched the doors they went past. “I think a boy, maybe? I don’t have any sisters so, I don’t know. What do you think love, boy or girl?”

Natasha knew Dante had a command side and did more than sit in the big chair but over the fifteen years they had been together the most she had witnessed past that was the infrequent dressing down of a crewman when it called for it.

“Me I think I want a boy. Couple of boys before one girl. The boys will be ours but the girl will be mine,” she started talking to calm her nerves. “As for names I” she started when the door at the end of the hall opened and two security officers entered the hallway coming towards them. The two men were chatting like they didn’t have a care in the world and we’re far enough ahead that the Knights couldn’t hear the actual conversation. It was just their mannerisms that would clue Dante into suspecting they had no idea he and Nat had broken from their cell. While they weren’t acting like they were on anything but a typical patrol yet Natasha panicked for a split second. “Dante,” Natasha said stopping dead in her tracks. Turning around abruptly she prepared to sprint down the other end of the hall.

Natasha Knight.

“Nat, stop.” Dante said calmly, and in a voice that wouldn’t carry. It was one that he had used a fair number of times when dressing down an officer and wanting to keep it private. “Stay still, and look at this.” He turned around so that he was beside her, and passed the medical tricorder they had taken from the room into her hands. On the screen were some of the readings she had taken of herself earlier.

“Stop? Stop,” she said in a hot whisper. “What do you want me to do go all wildcat on him,” she forced herself not to look anywhere but his face. “My balance wasn’t there on a good day. I went for wild, crazy and unexpected. I am not sure jumping on their back as I did in back in the academy is going to have the same outcome except when they flip me over it won’t be to kiss me as you did,” she gestured throwing up her hands.

“They aren’t going to flip you, for god sake just calm down and act like you’re supposed to be here, which you are, by the way. Maybe not like this but you are supposed to be here according to them.”

Taking a moment she sighed and then moved her hands from above her head to her hips. “So what’s the plan if they start to talk to us. What if you clutch your stomach and I can diagnose you with a bleeding ulcer or maybe a kidney infection. They do come on fast with little or no warning,” she suggested.

“Nothing so dramatic,” Dante said to her, “That stuff only works in the movies anyway, have you ever known anybody who has ever used it and it worked?”

The sounds of the boots approaching them echoed closer and closer with each passing minute. Dante was going to have to come up with a better plan or she was going to pull the old ‘medical emergency’ gag. That always worked in any situation where you needed help. Her mind drifted to the old joke of never screaming for help in a darkened alley. Help never brought anyone but screaming fire sure did. Hell, even the dregs of society stopped their robbing and mugging to help with a fire. Screaming there was a medical emergency was the same. It brought every do gooder and person with a hero complex out of the shadows and to your aid. If it worked in a darkened alley it was bound to work in the stark white halls of a hospital or wherever they were.

“If they ask, we are looking at readings of the Daye woman who has been causing so many problems with the memory program, and thought we might want to run some other test to make sure the last treatment is working right.”

“A bit anticlimactic,” Natasha raised an eyebrow at him. “I like my plan better. I say scream fire or medical emergency to throw them off guard.” The feistiness was starting to return to her eyes. Yes Natasha had experienced a brief flash of panic but it was being overtook by the trust and faith she found in her lover.

He looked at her and put a hand on her shoulder, to anyone else it would look like work colleagues discussing their work. To Nat, the hand would be reassuring yet the pressure he applied would let her know he wanted her to do exactly as he told her. “Remember I love you and I am right here. We got this. Screaming fire or medical is just going to draw more attention to us when they realize there is no fire or medical emergency.”

Captain Knight, CO

“So fire or medical emergency,” she said rapidly not sure which option they were going with. Her plan was far better than his. That was why he patted her reassuringly. Dante just never told her which one to pick.

“Identification badges,” a voice said from behind her.

“Oh crap,” Dante whispered. “You think you can pass for a Zumbleweiner? They have no photo on their ID badges.”

“I see myself more as an Analisa or,” she said getting cut off with a sharp glare from Dante.

“Identification badges,” the voice snapped again. Time and patience was running short from everyone in the hallway. They needed a plan.

“Fire or medical,” she mouthed to Dante not making a move until Dante did something.

“Are you deaf I said badges,” the man repeated in a sterner tone. Dante would note only one had a weapon for some reason. The man closest to Natasha was holding only a clipboard. The man with the weapon was closest to Dante however the man’s hand was nowhere near the weapon.

Lt. Natasha Knight CMO

“Trust me,” He mouthed to her and squeezed her shoulder. “I know what I’m doing.”

Just like you knew how to arm wrestle that Orion or the time you thought you could give your actual opinion to Babushka, she thought. Dante was a brilliant captain but at times his civilian decisions did not result in increasing his heroic stature as it did when he was on duty.

Spinning around, Dante gave the man a glare that held the full brunt of a Battleship Captains ire. “What exactly did you just say to me you idiot?” Dante’s voice was loud, authoritative and fully expecting to be listened to, it was a tone that every Captain had to master before they ever got their own ship. “We are in a secure facility where the patients have had their memories erased and you want to see badges, here?” Dante made an exasperated sound and shook his head at Nat, then rounded on the men again.

God if I wasn’t pregnant now I would find a closet and would be, Natasha stared at him almost like a love-struck teenager. It was such a catch twenty-two. If Dante was using this tone at her it was not at all appealing. If he was using it at another it was quite the aphrodisiac but that meant someone was getting the ire directed at them which was highly unfortunate for them and didn’t exactly put Dante in the mood. Still, something about a confident man always attracted the fairer sex.

“Do you have any idea what we are doing right now, how important this is? That Daye woman and that Starfleet Captain have resisted every memory wipe we have tried and still that damn Battle Cruiser sits in orbit waiting for them. Here Dr. Zumbleweiner and I are trying to sort out the next step in the treatment before they actually cause us a problem with the Federation and you have the cheek to order me to provide my ID, when I am trying to fix your incompetence and malpractice? Do you have any idea what is going into your next review because of these two? Both of you? No you don’t because you have no idea how to do anything right except order people busy working for their ID badges!” Dante turned and tore Natasha’s badge from her tunic and threw it at one of the men, then followed suit with his one. “Hurry up then! We have work to do and I prefer not to stand around all day and wait for you two to do your jobs for a change, we need to get this next step into the system before she’s due for her next treatment.”

Captain Knight, CO

Natasha walked with Dante trying to keep up. His strides were long and his hand clasped tightly around her foreman was meant to keep her close and to make sure she kept up. The stride fit the scenario which had just occurred. The men would assume it was because he was angry. Natasha would know it was more to create a distance between the two men. As they stopped in front of the turbo Natasha began small talk. It made sense if they were just two employees during a normal workday. The topic, however, was anything but work-related. “During pregnancy, we have higher levels of the hormones estrogen and progesterone,” Natasha started to speak.

As the doors to the turbo opened, she entered but continued talking. “This means at the end of the first trimester and the start of the second, it can increase one’s libido. The use of your command tone back there,” she bit her lip, “totally took me over the edge. I know we are desperately trying to escape and I am so exhibiting pregnancy brain but God it is taking sheer willpower to not go run back to our quarters for ten minutes.” Her comment might have taken him by surprise or maybe it didn’t. The looks she was giving him, however, was one he would not be surprised at seeing. “How fast until we are back on the Saracen,” she asked?

Lt. Natasha Knight CMO


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