Therapy Is A Good Thing

Posted on Mon Sep 5th, 2016 @ 10:59pm by Commander Fiona McCray
Edited on on Mon Sep 5th, 2016 @ 11:08pm

0 words; about a 1 minute read

Mission: Taking Chances
Location: USS Bonne Chance, Deck 6, Sickbay
Timeline: 2265
Tags: Fi,tumbleweeds

Fiona had just made it out the main doors when Proot, currently awake and unhappy with a set of egg-cramps, rolled into the ward to check on it's patients. Fiona hadn't been the least of their concerns but most of them had been treated and sent to quarters to recover with a nice nappy-pill. It froze, knowing that if Siivas found out one of the senior officers had gone on walkabout while in a drug-induced haze after major bodily damage... well, it took a long time to grow back tentacles and it had no wish to have to eat them in penance.

Silently it lifted several of its arms and silently cursed, the UT of course whispering the most-foul things since for them, they 'spoke' silently anyway. For the millionth time it wished it was on an aquatic ship, so this would work better. Casting the tentacles out, they moistened and drooled a little as the Sulamid oozed clear slime to enhance the chemical receptors in the tips to detect which way Fiona had gotten to.

"That way..." it whispered, realizing from the scent trains they led to the main doors. It rolled quickly through the doors and paused in the corridor, now empty due to the lateness of the ship's 'day'. It cast left and then right, not really paying attention tot he thick sheets of slimy ooze it was releasing and drooling onto the floor.

Silently it tumbled after the fresher scent.

The scent was ....interesting but not too unpleasant. Female human, engine oil, wiring, cinnamon, cocoa, squid and feline.

It lead the medic on a meandering path to the lift. The thrumming behind the doors let her know that the elevator had departed and was on the move.

Proot popped out three of it's eyes in frustration and eyed the comm console. Delicately it flicked the tab and spoke, "Medical Technician Proot to Engineering."

+Engineering here sir+ came the swift response.

"Turbolift bravo is en route somewhere with one of my patients, Please halt the lift between decks and lock down the doors. I will retrieve them myself," it ordered.

+Affirmative sir+ the engineer's mate replied and after a moment +Lift halted+

"Open the lift-shaft doors at this location please," Proot asked.

The doors opened revealing an empty shaft. "Thank you engineering. I'll alert you when the lift can be used again," Proot said and extending its tentacles fully, entered the shaft and swiftly slithered after the immobilized car.

There was a fierce racket coming from the halted car. The din didn't get any better as the alien doctor slithered closer.

An odd banging came from below followed by cursing that would have induced a blush if Proot had been so equipped.

"What di ye mean bluidy medical overreed?!" were the first intelligible words.

There was a slamming noise then she heard, "I'll give ye a medical overreed ya cheeky bugger..."

SLAM!

"Halt my lift...overreed ME on MY ship!"

CLANGa! clanga! CHING!

thump
thump
THUMP

The access panel on the top of the lift popped up slightly then fell back down with a CLANG!

There was a louder thump followed by a sharp yelp and a groaned curse.

Proot, descending from the top of the lift, saw the hatch pop open and felt pleased. Not only could its body fit through that opening but it could, in fact, do so while carrying a human Fiona's size. That was only if she proved unreasonable and it had ever reason to believe she may be, considering her current actions and well, her short but impressive record on the ship so far. He poked three eye stalks in through the opening and looked around, spotting the engineer he spoke.

"Lieutenant, you have not been cleared by medical to be on walkabout, especially after such serious injuries," it's voice was reasonable and modulated. "In the best interest of everyone, especially my unborn offspring, we really should return to medical until you have passed the minimal health exam."

The small human glared up at him through a mass of unruly red corkscrew curls. She was seated on the floor beneath the hatch with a ...yes that was a sour expression on her face.

"bollocks" Fiona grumbled then narrowed her eyes at the alien overhead. "I'm fine!" the fact that she was sprawled on the floor in an undignified heap did nothing to support her claim.

"I need to go get tha bluiddy sheep outta me engine room"

that statement didn't do much to add to the argument that she was ready to leave sickbay either....unless of course she was referring to ensigns.

"They're eatin' the wiring"

No... not ensigns unless there was some sort of strange space virus amok in engineering.

The chief's eyes narrowed and she pointed up at the eyestalks " You.....YOU overrode the lifts" she accused petulantly. "crafty bugger".

"I'm a medical officer," he replied, "and in your current state, I outrank you. I would like you to be reasonable but I suspect that's unlikely. So the alternative is to restrain and capture you and drag you kicking and screaming back to medical where, I suspect, if you remember any of what occurred you will require intense, long-term and highly medicated therapy." Long saliva-like strings of oozing mucous began to hang from the top of the card as the mass of thick tentacles and eye stalks regarded her unblinkingly.

There was a sound suspiciously like a growl from the prone engineer. Blood shot amber eyes narrowed at the strings of drool gravity was drawing in her direction.

An evil grin spread across the tiny human's face and she jabbed a finger down on the button of her communicator. "remote override code for tha doors" she said in what was to be short lived triumph.

Her mouth fell open as the doors whooshed open to reveal a wall of metal between her and freedom.

"AH BUGGER! Yo stopped me twinxt decks ya ....clever wiggly bastid!" in other circumstances the mortally offended tone might have been amusing but it had been a long day.

The engineer glowered at the alien doctor and laid down flat on the lift floor and folded her arms mulishly over her chest as she grated out " Checkmate...well plaid ye canny bogart"

"Why thank you!" Proot exclaimed at the compliment of 'canny', ignoring the rest conveniently. Instantly the strings of mucous sucked right back up, like snot in the nostril of a youngster. "Now if you would be so kind...?" it reached down with four thick non-suckered tentacles and formed what was easily a seat for her to sit in, "I'd like to get us back to sickbay without having any more tricks from you and having security involved, with holocameras and that open-backed medical slip you're wearing, could prove ghastly unforgiving when you sober up."

The 'thank you' got Proot a scowl then she gave the tentacle swing a dubious look. Fiona was too loopy to suggest that he just return the lift to the proper level and open the doors. She got up off the floor and wobbled over to her 'seat' and levered herself in to it with the dignity of a miniature queen.

"I'm perrrfecly sober" she slurred then grabbed hold "well...get on with eet please an thank you. Go slow...I wan to check tha' lines."

Proot enfolded her gently, having had plenty enough experience with drunk Humans in its long years to know how much pressure to use, without crushing, to effectively immobilize. He's read the Chief Engineer's file and knew she was like an eel when she wanted to be and thus he'd have to keep a tight grip on her until she got back to medical where he could lock her down and adjust her meds. Quickly he retracted his tentacles, thickening them as they shortened and fit her through the opening at the top, three eyes-stalks regarding her from different angles to make sure she hadn't hurt herself.

Satisfied, it extended another dozen tentacles around them and climbed up the lift shaft, literally centered in it like a car and slow enough she could inspect it as they went up.

Fiona glared back at the eyestalks peering at her not out of any particular ire towards Proot in particular. She just disliked confinement and being thwarted. The doctor had managed both quite neatly. A grudging respect was building inside the engineer but she wasn't about to admit it.

The tentacles made a strangely comfortable prison. The motion of their accent was lulling and her eyes drooped even as she struggled to inspect the lift lines.

Everything was in order. Fiona's eyes drooped closed, she would rest them for just a second it was soft and warm here. By the time they reached the medical level the engineer was snoring softly.

Proot carried her gently into medical and lay her on the biobed as Priit pulled up the covers and smoothed the hair back from her face. They paused and regarded her for a moment, sharing the warm feelings of maternal instinct that pregnancy brought out in them before turning on the restraint-field and adjusting her meds.

Now, until she was supposed to be awake, the ship could be breaking apart and she'd sleep right through it.

 

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