From: Jamie LeBlanc (plainsimplegarak_at_yahoo.com)
Date: Wed Dec 12 2007 - 11:41:37 PST
“Childish Notions”
A very short FRPG novella about all the things we
don’t talk about.
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Location: USS STONEHENGE
Scene: aCMO’s Office
Time Index: Directly after Santa’s party.
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NRPG: I don’t usually put a non-story bit at the
beginning of posts, but I sent this as a novella
because it has almost nothing to do with the mission.
It is literally just 15 pages of one big long
character centered dialogue. So if you don’t want to
read that, feel free to skip this entire post except
for the very last little chunk, which involves another
character and the mission at hand, slightly.
You have been warned. =)
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“There's no point in being grown up if you can't be
childish sometimes.”
~Doctor Who
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He peered in through the hallway, a stream of vivid
yellow light silhouetting his head “You’re sitting in
the dark again.”
The answer was dry and lifeless. “Shut up.”
Arjan clicked his tongue against the roof of his
mouth and invited himself inside. “Yes, yes, I know.
No time like the present to hate your life.” He gave
an uncanny pause and narrowed his eyes. “You know
this really is unhealthy.”
The younger of the two Andorians didn’t look up.
“I thought I said shut up.”
“You most certainly did.” The elder brother
stood there, grinning as the door shut behind him.
“Computer, lights to 30%” his entire aggravating
expression became illuminated as the computer
grudgingly obliged.
“I didn’t invite you in, either.” Aerdan reminded
him. But the younger Jos didn’t get up either; so
Arjan merely assumed he wasn’t protesting too hard.
“Nor have you kicked me out.” He reminded his
baby brother, and turned to head for the kitchen.
“What am I going to do? Pick you up and throw
you out?” Aerdan asked, irritably.
Arjan paused, halfway to the kitchen and turned
around. “That would be amusing, you should try that!”
The younger Jos put a palm to his face and shook
his head. “I think I’ll pass on that one.”
“Suit yourself.” Arjan shrugged and disappeared
behind the partition, sticking his head out
momentarily to ask, “tea?”
Aerdan contemplated that for a few seconds and
finally nodded. “Please.”
“Coming right up!” and he disappeared again.
Silence settled between the two men as the
replicator whirred and water boiled. Halfway through
the elder Jos broke away to lean against the
partition, watching the main room. Aerdan sat there,
eyes unfocused, looking off at the viewscreen as stars
flickered by.
“You know, you should pull yourself out of this
funk. It’s not very attractive.” The elder opened.
“I’m not in a funk.” The younger replied
stubbornly.
“You are in a funk.”
“Arjan…” Aerdan started, warningly.
“Hey, look at the bright side! Better to be in a
funk, than to smell like a funk.” He could see the
white teeth glittering from the kitchen
“I really hate you.” The neurosurgeon replied
back, dryly.
Arjan popped his head out again, grinning. “Get
down, get funky!”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a real
bastard?”
“Only you and Cade, so that’s par for the
course.” He carried out two mugs full of hot,
steaming tea. “Besides, if I’m a bastard, so are you.
We have the same parents and I have proof.”
Aerdan accepted the tea, glaring over at his
elder brother. “You enjoy being right all the time,
don’t you?”
Arjan nodded lightly, in his usual, faintly
arrogant manner. “I do, I really do.” After they had
paused long enough to sip their tea he added, “But I’m
not just trying to be a reprehensible bastard, you
know that?”
“I know.” Aerdan shifted, laying one head along
his temples. “I’m just not sure if I care anymore.”
“You most certainly do care.” The elder Jos
replied hotly. “If you didn’t you wouldn’t be here.”
"Allright, fine, I do care." the younger
admitted, grudgingly. It left an uneasy silence
between the two that they both figured would only get
un-easier before the night was through.
Arjan slid back down into his seat for a few
seconds. “So tell me, how did your unplanned fessing
up to the ship’s counselor go?”
“I should have never tried it. Teaches me to try
to talk to someone.” Aerdan spat back bitterly.
The elder perked a brow. “Did you really screw
up, or did it all just come out wrong?”
“Probably both.” The younger conceded. He put a
hand up and rubbed his forehead slightly. “I hate
talking to aliens…” he trailed off.
“You hate talking to everybody.” His brother
pointed out, simply. “You clam up and instead of
saying what you’re really thinking, you come off like
Cade Foster, the blue version.” It earned him a
well-deserved glare from across the room.
“I feel sorry for Cade sometimes. There’s a lot
more to that man than most people ever see. He’s not
only a brilliant physician, but he’s an interesting
individual. He’s not selfish bastard and he’s not a
coward, but poll the crew and 90% will tell you he’s
just an arrogant, selfish, cowardly bastard.” The
neurosurgeon shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“Well, at least they will get one of three
right.” Arjan tried to keep his tone light, but he
felt the sinking anger at the joke.
“It’s not funny. I’m sick and tired of hearing
about what a terrible person Cade is.” He gave a long
pause, toying with his tea mug. “And I’m afraid I’m
becoming too much like him…” he added darkly.
Arjan paused, silent. He couldn’t deny certain
similarities had cropped up recently. Finally when he
spoke, his voice was soft. “Both of you hide what you
really think and fell behind this eight foot thick
wall of … well, for Cade it’s arrogance. Arrogance,
self righteousness and toilet humor. For you it’s…
this strange disconnectedness. Not arrogance, not
self-righteousness… but you separate yourself from
everything and everyone else.” He shook his finger a
little. “Not the best of ideas, it makes you appear…
cold.”
“That’s an ironic statement considering we come
from a planet that is basically a ball of ice.” Aerdan
perked a brow at him, shaking his head.
The elder Jos nearly chuckled at that, but he
kept his expression firm. “That’s still doesn’t
address the withdrawing problem.”
The aCMO set his mouth into a firm, hard line and
looked downwards, not saying much of anything. It
left Arjan swimming in the hazy sea of guesswork, and
finally he hit upon a fairly surefire hit. “Don’t
tell me it still has to do with *her*”
Sapphire eyes snapped up to glare at him. “She
has a name, you know.” He hit a nerve.
“Well I was trying to pussyfoot around the issue,
but I see I hit the nail on the head.” The older
brother shrugged a little. “I didn’t think you were
still that wrapped up in her.”
“I don’t know if wrapped up is the right word
anymore.” Aerdan confessed softly. “But that doesn’t
help me get her out of my head.” He paused a little
bit and continued on in his soft tones. “It would
have been better if I had ever gotten an explanation,
but things happened so suddenly.” Another pause, he
looked up and stared Arjan in the eyes. “It eats at
you, the unknown, unsaid.”
The elder Andorian perked a brow, somewhat taken
aback at the earnestness in his brother’s tone. “Can
I ask a personal question?”
“Why the hell not? You’ve been asking personal
questions all night long.”
“Say she turned up tomorrow. You were walking
down the hallways and, Bam! There’s Kathryn
MacNeill.” He paused slightly, asking in a softer
tone, “what would you do?”
“What do you mean what would I do?”
“I mean what would you do?” Arjan gave a faintly
exasperated little huff. “Would there be anger?
Would you turn away from her? Shut her out? Walk
away? Yell? Cry? Dance?”
“I’m not going to dance in the hallways, Arjan.”
Aerdan gave a faint smirk.
“Why not, it might be good for you.” he replied
tersely. “But you didn’t answer my question.”
Aerdan pause, and thought about that for several
very long seconds. “I… don’t know. I know what I
would want to do, but I’m not sure how things would
actually end up.”
“Well, then, what would you want to do?” the
former director asked in an aggravatingly plain voice.
Aerdan’s cheeks tinged a dark purple. “I
wouldn’t want to hear any explanations, or apologies.
No anger or fear. I’d just want to pick her up and
kiss her.”
Across the room Arjan’s jaw fell open. It took
him several seconds to recover and actually speak.
“I’d pay real money to see you do that.”
“She’d probably haul off and hit me if I tried.”
The aCMO murmured.
“It would so be worth it, wouldn’t it?” Arjan
grinned lightly.
It didn’t take very long for the reply to slip
past the blue lips. “Completely worth it.”
Arjan let that moment linger in the air for
several seconds before he broke it again. “But back
on subject, you never answered my former question…
what did the darling counselor say?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes.”
Aerdan gave a small sigh and unwillingly cast his
mind back to his previous conversation of the day.
“Lets see, she said that she was not going to do
anything until I was ready to be more… willing in
sharing my thoughts.” His brother rolled his eyes at
that as if to say ‘I told you so.’ “And I believe one
of the admonitions was I am ‘emotionally blind as a
bat’”
“Ooh” he winced slightly. “How particularly
stinging.” He leaned back, thoughtfully, not really
disagreeing with any of the sentiments in the least.
“This counselor sounds a little like your wife.”
“Ex-wife.” Aerdan corrected almost immediately.
“Ah, yes, I forgot. Ex-wife.”
“I always hated her, I think.” The younger
Andorian mused lightly.
“Hey, you’re the one who married her.” Arjan
raised a hand to shake a finger at his baby brother.
“I didn’t have much of a choice at the time.”
Aerdan lifted his eyes as he drained his tea. For the
first time during the entire conversation he leaned
back against the chair. “I was trying to fulfill
familial expectations.”
For the first time all night Arjan winced a
little. “Ah, yes, I see you on that point.” After a
pause he shrugged it off and took another sip of his
own tea. “Still, you stayed with her for four years.”
Aerdan gave a small, lopsided grin. A small hint
of the face he used to wear when they were children
together. “Glutton for punishment, maybe?” He paused
and continued. “Kirla made me resolved, and she made
me decide to change things.”
“She also made you withdraw from everybody.”
Arjan chastised lightly. “I think that’s when we
stopped seeing eye to eye.”
“I’m sure that’s when we stopped seeing eye to
eye.” The younger agreed, standing up and collecting
both cups. He was going to need a hell of a lot more
tea than one cup to get through this night. “Kirla
was… controlling. And she never really liked you. So
it came to pass that when I wanted to connect, she
wanted to separate.”
“And you’ve been separating ever since?” Arjan
ventured a guess.
“To a degree.” Aerdan slid the mugs into the
replicator and listened as the machine made a
contented humming sound while recycling them. Moments
later two fresh mugs appeared. “When I first came
here I saw this ship as a family. I started to make
connections.”
“Thank you.” the elder replied, accepting the
second mug and setting in on the table. “So then what
happened, if you don’t mind my asking?”
Aerdan waved a hand lightly, as if dismissing his
own thoughts before he had spoken them. “Things
changed. People left, some died. The PROPHECY
crashed… and afterwards it was very hard to pick up
the pieces. I don’t deal with change very well.”
Arjan swallowed his tea, doing everything to
refrain from replying ‘that’s the understatement of
the year.’ Instead he opted for the far more tactful
“So go on…”
“I don’t trust many of the people we have left on
this ship. Don’t know them, and I think that many of
them seem inwardly concerned.” He paused, eyes
washing over the dim haze of his quarters. “I pledged
myself to be their doctor, to protect them and heal
them, but when it comes down to it, I don’t know
them.”
“Do you want to know them?” the elder queried
lightly.
“I don’t know.” The younger Andorian spoke in
very plain tones. “I still don’t trust them and I’m
not seeing much reason for that to change.” His
antennae curled inwards, remembering his former
conversation with the Bolian counselor. Were it up to
the aCMO he would simply shove the whole experience
‘under the bed’ as it were and write Phia off. Unlike
Cade Foster who he had forged an odd, if antagonistic
friendship with, counselor Phia was simply cold in his
mind. But something nagged at the back of his mind
that she might be right and he wasn’t going to back
down from any sort of a challenge either.
“They aren’t the ones who decide change.” Arjan
Jos spoke in carefully diplomatic tones. For a second
his younger brother was surprised how much Arjan could
sound like their mother when he tried.
Aerdan’s eyes were stubbornly focused on the wall
near the kitchen. “Don’t I know that?”
There was a long pause before anyone spoke. “Was
that a question?” Arjan finally asked.
Aerdan picked his gaze up to focus on his
brother. “No, it was rhetorical.”
“Do you need me to beat anyone up?” the elder
asked with a grin.
“What kind of question is that?” Aerdan waggled
his brows at him, confused.
Arjan shrugged. “Well, I’m the older brother,
aren’t I supposed to do things like that?”
Aerdan perked a half of a smile. “Fine, go for
it. Go beat people up.” He paused and his eyes
glittered slightly. “They’ll put you in the brig.”
“Nuh uh. I’ll say you made me do it!” the elder
brother stuck his tongue out.
Slowly the aCMO smiled. “They won’t believe
that.”
“Sure they will. I’m very persuasive when I need
to be!”
“They won’t believe you, no matter how persuasive
you try to be!” Aerdan protested lightly, shaking his
head.
“Ah, but remember, they don’t like you, so at the
very least you’ll end up in the brig beside me.” The
elder Jos dipped his antennae downward, grinning.
His younger brother’s face took on a shadowy
disposition. “I never said that.”
“Sure you did. You just told me all about it.
Either that or you don’t like them. Maybe it’s
mutual?” Arjan leaned forward slightly, keeping the
wolfish smile off his face.
“I never said I didn’t like them. I like them
just fine.” The younger doctor protested.
“Then why don’t you tell them that?” Arjan
challenged simply.
Aerdan sat there and blinked at him. “What?”
“Then. Why. Don’t. You. Tell. Them. That?
See? Very simple concept.” He grinned, plainly.
Aerdan opened his mouth and started to say
something but he got interrupted but the flying
fingers of his elder brother waving them in his face.
“No, no nope. No excuses.” He stood up and started
gesturing in the air around him. “There is no Kirla
Ferr here to tell you who to spend time with and who
to avoid. No father here to tell you what you can and
cannot do, no one to cut you down, so swallow that
stubborn introversion and simply… Live.”
“Live?” the younger brother replied back,
quickly, as if the word had hit a nerve.
“Yes, live. What’s so wrong with living?” Arjan
shot back, a faintly perky tone to his voice.
“Nothing it’s just that…” the aCMO trailed off.
“You have heard that before?” Arjan’s eyes
glittered
“Maybe.” Was the enigmatic reply.
“So you have. Interesting. From who?”
Aerdan lifted his eyes and knit his brows. “Why
don’t we dissect you for awhile?”
“Because I’m not in a funk.” The elder brother
gave him an impish expression.
“Oh, are we back to that now?” The younger
brother perked a brow.
“We’ll come back to that every time you’re
evasive, how does that sound?” Arjan grinned at him.
“About as fun as shaving Cade Foster’s back
hair.” The younger replied sardonically.
Arjan whirled his head around. “Cade has back
hair?” he asked somewhat gleefully.
Aerdan perked a very confused brow at him. “How
should I know and why should you care?”
“I don’t know. We got into a discussion
yesterday afternoon about men with pelts.” He gave his
brother a lopsided grim.
“You know… there are things about your social
life that I just didn’t want to know about.” The
younger Andorian shook his head a little.
“Maybe they are things you only wish you knew.”
His brother smirked at him.
“No, thank you. I have already seen enough of
Cade Foster’s body parts to know that I don’t want to
engage him in a conversation on back hair.” Aerdan
perked a brow back
“Should I even ask…”
“No.”
“Didn’t think so.”
There were a few long minutes of silence. Arjan
was going to speak, but Aerdan beat him to the punch.
“Who brought up the joyous conversational topic of
man-pelts?”
“Did you just say Man-pelts?” the older brother
screwed his face up a little at that.
“I did, answer the question.”
Arjan turned away a bit, draining the last of his
second mug. “Sef Yelena” he replied, offhandedly.
“You’ve been getting rather friendly with
Lieutenant Sef.” The aCMO returned with an uncanny
perception.
“She’s a good friend. We have some very similar
interests.” Director Jos fidgeted slightly, avoiding
his younger brother’s gaze.
“And suddenly you are much less adamant that the
idea of chasing after an alien female is utterly
abhorrent to your worldview.” The younger reminded
him, lightly.
“Yes, well… I might have been wrong on that.”
Arjan replied, evasively.
“So what is going on?”
“Nothing. We’re just good friends.” He opened
his eyes wide, trying to pull back his characteristic
grin, but found it wouldn’t stick under the
microscopic gaze of his brother. “All right, how
about this. If something serious crops up, I promise
you’ll be the last to know about it.” He pinned half a
smile to his face while Aerdan shook his head.
“Why, thank you, you’re so gregarious and kind.”
He offered his brother up a somewhat sarcastic smile,
before his gaze softened. “Honestly, Arjan, I would
be the last person in our entire family you should be
worried about telling.”
The older of the two bit his lip, eyes falling
downwards. “I think that’s exactly why I don’t want
to tell you things. If there is anyone who would
accept them, it would be you, and if you don’t
approve… I’m rather out on a limb.”
Aerdan knit his brows together a little, and his
voice was soft. “I’m hardly the person you should be
looking up to. Didn’t we just hammer out that you
enjoy your position as the elder brother?”
“I do!” he responded brightly before his tone
fell off to a quieter cadence. “But when it comes
down to it, I still haven’t forged out on my own. You
might dislike change, but at least you can choose to
change something.” It was only at the very end that
his raised his eyes to meet his brother’s gaze head
on.
“You choose to do things all the time.” Aerdan
countered lightly.
Arjan held up his fingers, a thin distance apart.
“Little things.” He paused with a heavy sigh. “It
the big things that matter. And in that I still
follow others. That’s why I’m here.”
A gentle void of words hung between them for a
few seconds before the aCMO broke it with soft,
lisping words. “I’m pleased you’re here.”
The elder chuckled. “You weren’t when I first
arrived.”
“No, I wasn’t” his brother agreed. “But through
it all, I changed my mind.”
“You mean I don’t drive you nuts anymore?”
Arjan’s face fell slightly, in mock-sadness.
“No, you still drive me nuts.” Aerdan admitted.
“But do you feel better now?” the elder prompted,
rising to fetch, once again, more tea.
The younger blue man sat there and thought about
that for a while as the replicator hummed again.
“Yes, I believe I do.”
Arjan returned from the kitchen with two full
mugs and a grin on his face. “See? I should be a
counselor!”
“You? You’d be a terrible counselor.” Aerdan
replied evenly, smirking. “Somebody would punch your
lights out within the first week.”
“I know! Wouldn’t that be fun? Then they could
get locked in the brig!” Arjan was grinning again.
“What is with you and the brig?” Aerdan asked,
rolling his eyes a little.
“I find it amusing, that’s all.” He grinned
lightly
“Obviously you’ve never been in one.” Aerdan
grumbled lightly.
Arjan perked a brow, keeping his smile light.
“Yes, and you have.”
“You love reminding me of that, don’t you?”
Aerdan replied, testily, draining his second cup of
tea.
“Yes, in fact I do. Would you like to know why?”
his brother countered sharply.
“I can guess already. You like rubbing my nose
in my failure.” The aCMO countered, somewhat snippy in
his tone.
Arjan waggled a finger at him. “Exactly the
opposite, Aer. Exactly the opposite.”
“I don’t follow you…”
Arjan paused, and sat back down. “You and Cade
got drunk, right? Got into a bar fight, did some
things you have never done before… and what happened?”
“We got put in the brig.” Aerdan replied,
crossly.
“And then what happened?” his brother prompted.
Aerdan furrowed his brows a little. “What do you
mean? Commander Aspinall came and let us out.”
Arjan nodded his head a little. “Uh huh… and
then what happened?”
“I don’t know what you’re getting at, Ar. Not a
lot happened after that, beyond the situation on
ANDALUSIA.” The younger replied, antennae twining
together.
He leaned forward, his grin fading to a deep
seriousness. “That’s exactly what I’m getting at,
Aer. Nothing happened. You didn’t get fired. You
didn’t get reprimanded. You didn’t get exiled from
ANDALUSIA, you didn’t lose your friends, and you
didn’t get hurt. All you got was a small little
conversation with your Captain.” He paused, drawing
the younger man’s gaze. “Maybe, just maybe letting
loose once in awhile isn’t as bad as you think it is…”
Aerdan found he caught himself with his mouth
hanging open. “I guess I never really thought of it
that way.”
Arjan reached forward and thunked his baby
brother once on the forehead. “I know. You just
weren’t thinking. You haven’t been thinking for a few
months now.”
Aerdan leaned back, turning a dark shade of
purple. “Has it been that long?”
“Why, yes, in fact it has.” Arjan waggled his
brows a bit. “but you wanna know the real question.”
“If it comes from you, I probably don’t…”
Arjan plowed ahead anyways. “The real question
is, how long has it been since you didn’t care?”
“I thought we just had this discussion and you
told me that, in fact, I did care.” The neurosurgeon
shot back, lightly.
His brother chuckled at that. “I did, yes. But
now I’m twisting my words. I mean since you didn’t
care what others thought about you. Thought about
what you did, how you acted.”
“Hell… a long time.” Aerdan mused. “We grow to
be self conscious.”
“Some of us are blessed enough to avoid that.”
“You’re not one of them.” He wagged a finger at
his brother.
“What do you mean I’m not one of them?” Arjan
asked indignantly.
Aerdan held his fingers up a thin distance apart,
in an imitation of the move his brother had made
before. “Small things.” He reminded him.
“I suppose you’re right.” The elder murmured, his
gaze falling downwards. “I just keep remembering all
the things we used to do as kids. Things we wouldn’t
be caught dead doing anymore. Thing we never tell
anyone about.”
“Like what?” the aCMO asked cautiously
“Stupid things like… remember the time you wanted
to learn Klingon, but father thought it was a stupid
language and you were only what? Six?”
“Seven.”
“Yeah, seven. So you decided to learn it
yourself from the ‘Friendly Linguistics Bank’” he
grinned a bit.
Aerdan shook his head a little, chuckling. “I
never did learn Klingon.”
“No, you made up your own language that was
similar to, but entirely unlike Klingon.” His brother
laughed a little at the memory.
“More concisely it was gibberish.” The younger
grinned back.
“I even pretended I understood it, just to tick
father off.”
“Everything ticked father off.” Aerdan shrugged
at that as if it was a fact of life.
Arjan leaned back, waxing nostalgic for a bit.
“Oh, how I remember.” He paused a bit and changed his
tone back to bright. “but I also remember sneaking
out of the house, hiding sweets in the ice, ganging up
on the smaller cousins in a tickle fight.” He paused
again and looked down. “You were always the best at
those.”
Aerdan perked a brow at him. “Why bring that up
now?”
“Game for a rematch?”
The younger looked over at him, incredulously.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s the middle of the night and we have
now long since passed into adulthood.” He replied
rationally.
“And you just ignored the entire point of
everything I said.” Arjan returned, wagging a finger
at him.
Aerdan slid towards the front of the couch,
perching lightly. “Fine, then bring it.”
“Meh, you already said no.” Arjan stood, pushing
the empty mugs towards the center of the table. He
was about ready to sit back down when he found his
taunt had worked and he was playfully tackled to the
floor. “I thought you weren’t going to play.” He
grinned, trying to push the smaller man away.
“I changed my mind.”
Even after all these years, the brothers seemed
to know exactly where to make the other squirm, and
Aerdan found himself pinned and tickled, laughing and
protesting all at the same time. “Stop… it!”
“Nope! You always used to win, this is fair
payback!” Arjan grinned relentlessly.
“I’ll still win this time.” He reached over and
pulled a pillow from the couch and cuffed his brother
upside the head. In the moment of confusion they
wrestled themselves backwards, shifting and play
fighting until they both rolled over on their backs in
a truce, exhausted.
Aerdan rolled over on the floor, grinning,
“you’re a jerk, do you know that?”
“Uh huh. And you’re a funky bastard.” Arjan
screwed up his nose to make a face at his baby
brother.
“Arrogant twit.”
“Emo-punk.”
“Daddy’s boy!”
“Rebellious goody-goody!”
“Blue-faced chicken sniffer!”
Arjan put a hand to his face, in a desperate
attempt to stem the tide of laughter. “Where the hell
did that come from?”
Smirking, Aerdan rolled over to his knees. “You
do have a blue face…”
“But I don’t sniff chickens…” he protested
lightly.
Aerdan grinned at him “Have you tried?”
“No…”
From the doorway a thin stream of golden light
poured out and Ishe rubbed her eyes, tipping her head
sideways, confused. “Um… Daddy… what are you and
uncle Arjan doing on the floor?”
Aerdan popped his head upwards and leaned back to
a sitting position. “I’m calling your uncle funny
names, sweetie.”
She walked forward, twisting her antennae a bit.
“But why?”
“Because if you’re not mean about it, sometimes
name calling can be fun.” He explained gently.
“Oh…” her eyes got a little bit wide. “Can I
call Uncle Arjan names too?”
“Hey…” Arjan protested, wondering how he got at
the losing end of this conversation all of a sudden.
“Sure!” Aerdan offered brightly. “But only if
you’re nice about it.”
Ishe walked over and sat down in her father’s
lap, turning over towards the elder Andorian. “Uncle
Arjan,
He frowned a little in mock-hurt and turned
towards his baby brother. “Since when did I become
the brunt of this conversation?”
Aerdan shrugged innocently. “I dunno.”
He shook his head at Ishe, chuckling. “Well
maybe I am,” and then towards Aerdan. “Maybe I should
just stop checking up on you.”
“Maybe you won’t have to anymore.” The younger
man gave his brother a placid grin.
“Good! Then I’ll spend more time talking to my
other frieds.” Arjan retorted, impishly.
“You do that.” The aCMO snickered slightly.
“Have a good time talking about man-pelts.”
The former director winced. “Don’t remind me…”
Ishe looked up, her blue eyes wide and curious.
“What’s a man-pelt Daddy?”
Aerdan knit his brows and looked down at her,
settling for a very diplomatic “I’ll tell you when
you’re older.”
~*~*~*~*~
Scene: Hallways
Phia was rather contented at the moment, walking
away from Ardy’s door, having seen him and his
children off to his quarters when she suddenly found
herself accosted. Spun around by two blue hands, and
kissed on the forehead, she lunged out with a punch
just as the lanky blue form scampered backwards,
wearing a brilliantly aggravating smile. She wiped
her forehead with the back of one hand and glared at
the civilian neurosurgeon. “What the hell was that
for?” she demanded, angrily.
The grin never faded, though Arjan Jos did keep
his distance just outside what would be an easy attack
range. “You’re brilliant, you know that?”
The Bolian counselor blinked once. “What the
hell are you talking about?”
“I’m just thanking you.” the grin still hadn’t
faltered. It was like it was plastered there.
“For what?” she shook her head, utterly confused
and more than a little annoyed.
The elder Andorian said nothing, but he gave her
an enigmatic wink and turned, pleasantly strolling
back down the hallway, leaving the counselor standing
there. “This ship gets crazier by the second.” She
muttered to herself. “What comes next? Rudolph the
Red Nosed Reindeer?” She shook her and turned back
down the hallway.
~*~*~*~*~
NRPG:
I promise I will write a mission related post again
either tomorrow or Thursday. And I will involve many
other characters! Promise! I have a whole week
vacation, and I find writing is much easier when
you’re not constantly worried about putting up a show
before the deadline.
Random Ruminations: This is really a post for me to
try to rewrite the character a bit. I have been
trying to push character development and I have to
admit I have been frustrated at the theme of “We’re
really hallucinating this” in the last two major
missions because they really threw a monkey wrench
into the works of my character development plans. So
I apologize if anyone found this unbearably character
centered. I try not to clutter up mailboxes with
mindless drivel, and for those of you who read the
whole thing, I appreciate the time and effort.
Besides, I’m a sucker for (hopefully) good dialogue
and I wanted to set up some of the eventual reunion
with a certain CMO… >.> <.<
~*~*~*~*~
Jamie LeBlanc
Lieutenant Aerdan Jos
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
USS STONEHENGE
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