From: Jamie LeBlanc (plainsimplegarak_at_yahoo.com)
Date: Sun Feb 24 2008 - 10:10:21 PST
“Biscuits” (Continued from “Crossfire”)
Location: USS STONEHENGE
Stardate: 2.80224.1330
Scene: CMO’s Office
Time Index: Just after Peter’s post “Service to
What?!” and before Joy’s “Crossfire”
~*~*~*~*~*~
“I am a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people
of plotting to make me happy.”
~J.D. Salinger
~*~*~*~*~*~
As illogical as it was, the sight of lights on in
the CMO’s office made Cade Foster’s heart skip a beat.
Even though he knew better, some little voice deep
inside of his mind flickered on with the hope that
Daisy had returned.
Then reality sank in.
The thought of a new CMO sickened Cade a little,
partially because he wasn’t pleased with change in
general and partially because he feared for the worst.
The worst being defined as Starfleet picking some
tight-assed soppy desk worker from Starfleet Medical
and sending them into the field because they had the
rank to back them up. He hated those types because
they had no grip on reality and what it actually took
to keep people alive on a starship like the
STONEHENGE. Sliding his thumbs into his belt he
sucked in a long breath, preparing for the worst and
ready to give the person on the other side of that
door all the hell he could muster. The door was
unlocked and it slid smoothly open as he approached.
“Good morning, Cade.” A familiar voice
interrupted his internal monologue of insults and
crass remarks, causing the elder human’s mouth to fall
open slightly.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked in
an incredulous tone.
Aerdan blinked slightly. “Sitting behind a
desk?” he replied, innocently.
“Well I can see that, I mean what are you doing
in this office?” Cade put his hands on his hips.
The Andorian rolled his eyes a little. “Sitting
behind a desk.”
The older man waved a hand menacingly in the air.
“You know damn well what I’m asking! Why are you in
this office?”
Dr. Jos sighed softly. “Because exactly what you
want to deny happening has happened.”
Foster stared, shaking his head a bit before he
slumped back into the chair across from Aerdan.
“Great.” He paused, perking a brow. “I suppose it’s
ironic that you’re now my boss.”
A tinge of a merry smile graced the CMO’s lips.
“Things have come full circle, I guess.” He paused,
relaxing back in the chair. “Look on the bright side.
At least I’m a known quantity.”
“Hmph.” Cade grunted. “I was actually looking
forward to breaking in a new jerk from Starfleet
Medical” he put heavy emphasis on the word ‘break.’
“Sorry I didn’t give you that chance.” Dr. Jos
smirked. “But I’m glad you came by.”
“Oh, really?” Cade perked a dubious brow. “First
day on the new job and you’re already begging for Cade
Foster’s help?”
“Why yes, in fact I am.” The CMO replied lightly.
Cade blinked a bit, his jaw dropping. “Well then,
what dark little mystery can I illuminate for you
today, Dr. Jos?”
Aerdan picked up a PADD from his desk and tossed
it over to Foster. “Here, read this.”
“What is it?” the older man asked, expecting a
vast medical mystery to crop up as the PADD turned on.
The Andorian leaned back, smiling. “I found that
Commander Davidson left some various documents for the
next second officer…”
“They made you that, too?” Cade looked up, eyes
narrowing as he read the pips on the other doctor’s
collar. “And they promoted you, too. Great. I
should go slap Rharn Alcedo and see if it knocks any
sense into herim.”
“I’m glad you approve, Cade.”
“Get back to Daisy’s documents.” The older man
chided. “And don’t tell me she left you her secret
stash of porn.”
Aerdan blinked a little at that, shaking his
head. “No. Read the PADD.”
Dr. Foster’s eyes traveled downwards and he put a
hand to his mouth, snickering wildly. “You’re not
actually going to do this, are you?”
“It’s a tradition… Andorians are very
traditional,” the CMO reasoned.
Looking up, glee played through the human’s eyes.
“I have got to see this.” He paused then, furrowing
his brows. “But why ask for my help?”
“It’s a Human recipe. You’re a human.”
“But I don’t cook…” Cade protested.
Aerdan shook his head, undeterred. “Cooking and
baking are very much like science. You need to
remember all the chemical properties of the
ingredients and apply heat. Now you once said that
you were the best science officer that this ship has
ever seen… don’t tell me you’re scared away by a few
little cookies.”
Across the table Dr. Foster glared at him. “Damn
you.” He paused, chuckling inwardly. “Alright, fine.
Where are we commencing this nefarious bakery plot?”
“My quarters have all the necessary equipment,
we’ll meet at 1900 hours.”
Cade waggled his brows a bit. “Can I bring
friends?”
Aerdan nodded slightly. “As long as they can
keep a secret.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Scene: Hallways just outside the Counseling Dept.
Time Index: two hours later
Cade Foster was a man on a mission. Unwilling to
admit that he hadn’t the slightest clue of how to
bake, but intrigued by the newly minted CMO’s plans he
decided to do some recruiting. So far he had gotten
both Makena and Sel Yelena to agree to show up, and he
was now stalking the counseling corridors for young
(and hopefully pretty) women who weren’t crazy but did
know how to bake. That excluded the bulk of the
counseling staff that, in his mind, were all
certifiable and he started into the hallway debating
about trolling engineering when he heard voices.
Spinning around he plastered a smile all over his
face and called out. “Yoo hoo, Ensign Vort!”
Both Ardy and Iszhlana turned, the former
furrowing his brow. “That’s Lieutenant Vort, Doctor.”
Ardy corrected.
“Yes, then, Lieutenant. Whatever.” Cade waved a
hand in the air. “I need to know something!”
Izzie frowned slightly; she was suspicious of
Cade normally and all the more so when he was in a
good mood. “What, doctor Foster?”
The older human grinned. “Do you… bake?”
She shook her head firmly. “I do not take drugs
Doctor. And if I remember your probation terms
correctly, neither should you.”
“Oh dear God.” Cade threw his hands up in the
air. “Not *everything* I say is an insult. I mean do
you bake as in turning dough into cookies.”
Lt. Vort blinked a little. “Cookies?”
“Yes, little round things and you eat them…” Cade
made gnashing gestures with his mouth.
“Why in the Universe would you want to bake
cookies, Cade?” Ardy asked, incredulous.
“Because Dr. Dandelion Head has this plan to make
cookies and I agreed, see? But I’m not exactly the
world’s best baker…” Foster snapped back.
The little Aterian knit her brows. “Why would
Aerdan want to bake cookies.”
“Because he’s crazy.” Cade replied, handing the
PADD over. “But he says its tradition.”
Izhlana stood with her hands on her hips while
Ardy read the screen. “What sort of tradition?”
Cade opened his mouth but Ardy’s chuckling made
him pause. The hybrid mirthfully passed the PADD down
to Izzie. “I think it’s a great idea.”
“Do you know how to bake?” Cade asked the tactical
officer.
Ardy nodded slightly. “I have baked a few things
with my kids.”
“Great. You’re both recruited. CMO’s quarters,
meet at 1900.” Cade grinned and turned before adding,
“Oh, and absolutely no letting the cat out of the bag…
if you catch my drift.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Scene: Hallways of the Senior Staff Quarters
Time Index: 2030 hours that night.
“Well good evening, counselor.” Arjan Jos gave
the Bolian hybrid a fanciful bow from far enough down
the hallway that she could slap him.
“Well if it isn’t the insane neurosurgeon.” She
muttered in reply, trying to find some way of avoiding
the perky Andorian’s attention.
Arjan leaned against the wall, smiling easily.
“Where are you headed?”
“I’m trying to collect Commander Budega-Jornman
if you must ask. He said he was in your brother’s
quarters.” She snapped back, heading towards the CMO’s
door.
“Aerdan’s quarters?” Arjan furrowed his brow
lightly. His younger brother had mentioned stopping
by earlier to him, but he didn’t usually expect the
younger man to be entertaining. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She turned her back on him, ringing the
door chime. Arjan peered around her, curiously as the
door slid open.
Both of them stared in shock as a blast of
unusually warm air, merry conversation and the warm
heavy smell of baked goods rolled out of the CMO’s
quarters. “What the hell is going on here?” Arjan
asked, incredulously.
“You’re late!” Sef Yelena looked up from the
small group she was with, helping sort large piles of
frosted biscuits into baskets. She got to her feet
and nearly pulled the tall Andorian into the room.
“I’d like to reiterate that question.” Phia
commented as she strolled in, standing next to Ardy.
The Security officer sat at a table where he was
overseeing Daz, Xaverirn, Ramaria, Ishe, and Markus
Ford’s kids Patricia and Benjamin in putting
multicolored sprinkles on a large pile of cutout
cookies. “What the hell is going on here?”
Ardy looked up, grinning. “We’re practicing
random acts of nefarious bakery. You should join us!”
Phia looked around, to the kitchen where Alicia
and Markus Ford were directing the mixing of cookie
doughs. Cade was particularly pleased when he found
out that Markus’ sister was a gourmet chef and baking
seemed to run in the family. He had mused for a bit
that made Markus really was a saint as everyone said,
but then dismissed it out of hand. He had taken up to
indulging in a variety of bizarre arguments with the
new CMO. Currently they were debating on whether or
not he should put a pinch of cayenne pepper into the
dark chocolate cookie dough.
Iszhlana and Makena Kagiso were busing themselves
with a variety of cookie cutters, turning the
finished, rolled dough into a plethora of shapes.
Phia shook her head as she took it all in. “What
exactly are you making?”
Ardy chuckled, passing the recipe over. Ishe
looked up and gave the short answer. “Biscuits!”
“I got to choose the frosting color!” Ramaria
boasted, showing Phia a stack of pink frosted cookies.
“They’re delicious, too, have one!” Ben Ford
lifted a plate up to the Bolian hybrid.
“So you have no choice… you have to stay awhile!”
Ardy finished after the chorus of children had their
say.
Phia rolled her eyes a little. “You are all
insane.”
But she sat down, anyways, and started writing
words on the biscuits.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Scene: XO’s ready room
Time Index: The next morning, just before the mission
opener.
Peter looked up as the doorchime rang, and back
down at his messages. “Come in, Doctor.” The thin
blue form of the CMO entered, hands held curiously
behind his back. Peter noted that was odd, but
Aerdan’s face was perfectly neutral. “You wanted to
see me?”
The Andorian nodded. “Just some routine
business.”
Peter leaned back; going over the information the
CMO had sent him. “I saw your report about your
conversation with Doctor Poe on GATEWAY station. Will
Lieutenant Varn be all right?”
Dr. Jos nodded evenly. “With the help of Doctor
Foster we were able to find a way to regenerate his
eyes and he should regain full sight.”
“That’s good to hear. I hope next time we get
news from the GATEWAY it’s a bit more pleasant.”
Aerdan nodded. “I would agree.”
Leaning forward again, the XO put his arms on his
desk, faintly curious as to why the Doctor still had
his hands behind his back. “Is there anything else,
Doctor?”
“Just one more thing.” For the first time the
slightest hint of a smirk played across the blue man’s
lips as he brought his hands in front of them. Peter
blinked, seeing the enormous basket piled full of
biscuits. The Andorian blinked innocently and asked
in the sweetest voice, “Have you been a good XO?”
The Brit’s jaw dropped slightly, his cheeks
turning slightly pink, as the basket was set in front
of him. A variety of biscuits, each shaped like a
little dog bone, in several flavors. Every single one
of them had ‘XO Biscuit’ piped on them with pink
frosting. Aerdan picked one up in his long, slender
fingers and waggled it in front of Peter’s face.
“Have you been a good little XO today? Have you?”
At a complete loss for words, Commander Aspinall
turned even redder and reached out, taking the biscuit
and placing it in his mouth. Unlike Daisy, Aerdan
still presented himself almost formally, the smile
playing across his eyes but not his lips. He finished
chewing it before he started to laugh. “You know…
you’re the last person I ever expected to do this.”
Finally the CMO grinned. “I know.”
“At least you didn’t sit on my lap.” Peter mused,
munching the rest of the biscuit. They did taste
good.
Shaking his head slightly, Aerdan smirked. “I
wouldn’t dream of it, Commander.”
The brit mused for a few seconds and then added,
“Please tell me you didn’t make baskets for all the
department heads…”
“No, only the ones that really mattered…”
Peter knit his brows. “Like who?”
“I made sure to send home a large package to
Jackie and Matthew.” The Andoria smiled sweetly.
“You didn’t.” Commander Aspinall groaned. “I’m
doomed.”
“Honestly, sir… with this crew? You were doomed
a long time ago.” Aerdan gave a smirk and headed for
the door. “Oh… and if I might warn you… Cade Foster
whipped up the chocolate cookies. You might want to
be careful of those...” He winked before he left the
room.
~*~*~*~*~*~
NRPG: Ok, a slight backpost, but I couldn’t resist!
I was rereading old posts and decided that the two
crochety old doctors needed to have some fun… :D I
will write on the mission next post :)
Reference: this post reference Kim’ “XO Biscuits and
Alterian Issues” which you can read here:
http://www.thefrpg.net/archive/isc_dimension.07.archive/0038.html
Joy/Sarah: Congratulations! Good mission opener, Joy!
Peter: We love you! :D
~*~*~*~*~*~
Jamie LeBlanc
Lieutenant Commander Aerdan Jos
Chief Medical Officer
USS STONEHENGE
"Why do we fly? Because we have dreamt of it for so long that we must"
~Julian Beck
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