From: Nai Lara (nai_lara_at_internode.on.net)
Date: Sat Mar 15 2008 - 22:33:08 PDT
"Hell Hath No Fury" Con't from Tay's "114" Location: USS PATRIOT Scene: Clarkon Quarters Stardate: 2.80316 Catherine stalked into her home. The muscles in her neck and back were tense, and she extruded an aura agitation and almost homicidal fury. Her mouth was twisted in bottled resentment as she marched into the small kitchen and began to open doors and then banging them shut as she looked for something. In the course of the proceeding four hours, Maverick would always refer to her as Misses Clarkson. At first it was just annoying. And then it became infurating. And finally, it became volcanic. She had had a plead fatigue to leave the meeting. It was that or grab Maverick by his shirt, throw him on the table and pluck his still beating heart from his chest and shoving it down his throat. "...and I think if we put the final three squads on this schedule here," Daniel said, entering the quarters with 1st Lieutenant Josh Morris walking right beside him. "We should be able to maintain standards and a half of battle readiness on top of what the Starfleet Marine Corps recommends while at the same time allowing our troops more time off." "Looks good sir," Morris said, taking a look a the PADD that Daniel had just handed him. It was then that both marines became aware of a banging noise coming from the kitchen of the quarters. "Maybe we should do this later," Daniel said after a moment of surprise at the sound. "Good idea sir," Morris said with a nod, handing the PADD back to Daniel. "I'll be on marine deck when you want to resume the conversation." "Thanks," Daniel said, before nodding a farewell to Morris and walking into the kitchen. He'd been initially surprised at the sounds because he knew that Catherine was preparing for her undercover mission and he hadn't expected her to be at home when he arrived. After getting to the kitchen, he watched Catherine's frustrated searching for a few moments, noting that she gave no indication that she knew he was standing there even though she must have realized it by now. Finally, Daniel politely cleared his throat. "Something I can help with?" he asked, rather innocently. "Help me kill your boss. Please?" She asked before turning around with a sigh. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that." She rubbed a hand over the lines in her forehead, trying to massage them out. "He's just insufferable." She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the bench. "In all fairness, you did take the fighter." Daniel pointed out. "And I used it in the appropriate manner. They were a pilot down, and they needed everything on hand to throw at the Dominion." Catherine rolled her eyes and resumed her searching, albeit with a little less aggravation. She didn't even know what she was looking for – she just had to do something. "Didn't even scratch the paint work." Daniel kept his distance from his wife until she had calmed down. He had learnt the hard way that an occasional flailed arm could make contact, and it hurt. "What's he doing anyway?" He asked as he leaned on the bench on the other side of it. "Calling me Misses Clarkson." She glanced at him with a frown, and saw the expression in Daniel's face. "Oh no, do not laugh!" She waggled a finger at him warningly. Daniel placed a hand over his mouth, massaging the sides of his face as a cover for controlling his laughter. A few seconds later, he removed the hand. "I'm sorry," he said. "But you were so angry that you had me thinking he was forcing you to work triple shifts after you got back or something." "You're taking his side?" She demanded incredulously. "You're as bad as he is!" She scowled darkly and turned her back to him. "If he wants to tell me off about that, then fine. But referring to me as an inseparable, indistinct part of you – that is not fine!" Daniel sighed, taking a few steps into the kitchen. "I'm not taking anybody's side Cath," he said. "I just didn't realize that this would bug you so much." He leaned against the counter, staring at his wife's back for a few moments as he tried to think of what to say. Of all the different scenarios that he could have envisioned, trying to calm his wife down over something like this was not one that he had prepared for mentally and because of that he felt a little bit like a fish out of water. Finally, he shook his head, more as a subconscious action than anything else since he knew she couldn't see it. "I doubt very much that Colonel Maverick thinks of you as a part of me. If anything, his thinking would be the other way around. You're faster, stronger, more intelligent, have a better grasp of tactics and train the marines better than I could ever hope to. And I'm pretty sure that everyone, including the Colonel, knows it." "Daniel, he's just teasing me. Furthermore, I am not more intelligent then you." She found a bottle of wine and appeared satisfied with it. "I just find it offensive that he is refusing to call me by my name." She poured two large glasses of wine and handed one to Daniel as a peace offering. "I think I'm just going to ignore him until he calls me by my name." She had thought briefly of concocting a name for Maverick and using it to address him but thought better of it. She liked the ignore option better. Daniel accepted the glass of wine, taking a sip from it before placing it on the table. "That's probably the best thing to do," he agreed. "He'll keep doing it if he knows that it'll get a rise out of you each time." She grumbled under her breath and suddenly smiled slightly. "Still, it was fun to fly that thing." "Anyway, no doubt you know that I'm going undercover with the rest of the away team. Who knows how long we'll be stuck down there." She took a drink of wine, suddenly morose. "And if they launch a war against the colony, you'll be in the firing line." She wasn't too sure if she liked that idea. Daniel smiled slightly, taking the wine glass from her and placing it on the counter next to his before taking her hands into his own. "Well, I might not have your super speed or super strength," he said. "But I think I can handle a few skirmishes with low tech soldiers. If they even attack the colony, which we don't know for sure they will yet. In fact, while you're down on the planet doing all the hard work, I might just be up here crafting you another snow globe." "Snow globes. Hmm. Havent seen a new one in a while." The woman smiled and kissed him on the neck. "At least this is really you." She laughed softly. "I would have hated it if it weren't. All these promises you wouldn't have to keep." Daniel pulled her into a hug. "Ah yes," he said with a slightly impish expression on his face. "I forgot to add super smell to the list of abilities. I heard the story from one of the marines afterward. That was impressive deduction work on your part." "That Changeling had no scent, let alone yours." She remarked with a smile. "And a human nose can detect scents too. You just don't use it like another sence. So, then, tell me. What do I smell like?" She asked him impishly. "Well," Daniel replied, nuzzling her neck with his nose and making a big display of inhaling. "Hmm...I don't know if just one sniff is good enough." She laughed and wrapped her arms around him, suddenly feeling alive and joyful. "Close your eyes and try again." She felt him laughing against her, his chest rumbling with pleasure. He did so, closing his eyes and taking many deep breaths through his nose. "You smell..." he said, keeping his eyes closed. "Beautiful, vibrant, fiery...all of the qualities that I've come to love so much about you." "Aww, you are such a big sap." She laughed as she kissed him. "A cute, adorable, big sap." She leaned back and smirked. "A teddy bear, yes, that is what you are." Catherine grinned and nibbled on his ear lobe. "I just wish you would grow your hair a little and give me something to hang on to." She teased. Daniel rolled his eyes. "You just never give up," he said with a chuckle. "No, no, I don't." The woman replied with a smile. "Anyway, I guess I had better get back to work." Daniel put a pouting expression on his face. "Already?" he asked. She nodded and kissed him along his jaw line. "Mmmm. We're going to reassemble at 900 hours, but I was going to do some more background work," Daniel was about to reply when his comm badge beeped. [[Major,]] came the voice of Josh Morris. [[We're about to start the first round of drilling.]] The marine sighed, hanging his head slightly and tapping his comm badge. "Okay," he said. "I'll be there as soon as I can." "Sometimes I hate work," he muttered after closing the comm badge to the other Catherine laughed. "How about when we get back later on tonight, I'll make it worth your while?" She asked him with a grin. "And we can enjoy each other's company till the wee hours of the morning." Daniel smiled, leaning in and planting a kiss on her lips. "Sounds like a plan," he said. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NRPG: Just a short post of meaningless dribble Rahul Chandra <vrccan_at_gmail.com> Playing… Lieutenant Commander Jeffrey Gorman, MD Executive Officer USS PATRIOT & Major Daniel Clarkson, MD Marine Executive Officer USS PATRIOT and Naomi Lara Playing Lieutenant Catherine Sterling-Jade ILO USS PATRIOT From HyperNews_at_youth.net
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