Lonely Tears

Posted on Mon May 28th, 2018 @ 9:52pm by Captain Charybdis MacGregor

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Mission: Operation: Risa!
Location: USS Bonne Chance, Deck 5, Commander Charybdis' Quarters
Timeline: 2265

Walking the halls of the Bonne Chance barefoot, still clad in her dark blue bikini, Charybdis clutched her bag to her chest and kept her head down. She did not want to deal with anyone right now- she was very much not in uniform so ideally not on duty, and while her figure was somewhat unmistakeable, she was just making her way to her quarters. Avoiding the turbolift she planned to use the access ladder from Deck Six to Deck Five- barefoot though she was she could manage it for one climb. As she slung the canvas bag over her shoulder, a voice called out from behind her.

"Commander Charybdis?"

Sighing heavily she turned. This would inevitably be a story retold in the mess hall within the hour. She mustered up a neutral expression and stood up straight, put her hands behind her back and greeted the Science department ensign... Barclay, she recalled. A practical joker, daydreamer and poor scientist thus far, who enjoyed socializing and gossiping with his shipmates more than working.

Perfect.

"I was wondering if you've had time to review my notes on the effects of warp on spheres in a vacuum, Commander?" Subtlety was not Ensign Archibald Barclay's strong suit... though ideally he was referring to one of the experiments that she had assigned him to maintain which validated the still Fiona's engineers had created which she was now validating through a series of experiments, he was just taking the opportunity to ogle her breasts in a revealing swimsuit.

The alien officer was very much in no mood right now.

"Ensign?" she asked calmly as his gaze shifted from one prodigious mammary to the other.

"Yes, Commander?"

"Is this my uniform?" She arched her back and flexed her latissimus dorsi to push her chest out just a touch more.

"No, Commander... it most certainly is not."

"Then aside from sexually harassing me and begging for me to bring you up on charges that, combined with your poor performance thus far this tour will most likely result in you being drummed out of Starfleet, why are you bothering me right now?"

That seemed to break the hypnotic power that her cleavage exercised over him, and he suddenly realized that he was in point of fact in rather deep trouble. "Ah, ma'am, I didn't... I mean, you... I..."

"Archie, I am very upset and all that I want is privacy. If you go away right now and I do not hear any reference to this encounter ever mentioned, I will forget this incident and we will continue to work on your performance evaluations. Do we have an understanding?"

The young ensign looked his superior in the eye, nodded silently and promptly scampered off. Charybdis felt badly about bullying him, but it was taking all that she had to keep herself glued together right now. She turned and climbed the access ladder, and encountered no more difficulties until she entered the Captain's quarters.

Those sharply angled brows knitted together quite hard at the base as she gathered her few belongings and concentrated on staying calm, on focusing on the simple tasks, not thinking about the situation. She could not in good conscience stay here, not any longer, and so she collected what was hers and placed them in her canvas bag with what she had brought back from planetside. She began to look back, but her knees began shaking and she knew better, so she walked away.

Once back in her own quarters, she deposited her bag of belongings onto her desk, and her fingers turned on her computer by instinct. As the small screen lit up she slid into the chair padded with a few extra pillows and a sheet, and tried to focus on the general quarters drill she had arranged for 1423 tomorrow.

In which she failed, spectacularly. Distraction would not save her, not this time... and she began to weep. Her legs pulled up to her chest and her arms tucked between the two, and curled up in her chair in her solitude, she wailed the keening note of her broken heart to the universe.

Beaming up she had held back the dam, and through every step she had held herself as tightly as she once had to escape Vulcan. But now she was alone, with no one to be responsible to, and she could allow herself to feel it all, despite her desire for it to never have come to pass. She had tried her best, but he could not see her, could not hear her, and he had met her resignation with anger and walked away.

She tried to console herself that perhaps he would come for her, that the door would open and he would come and express that he understood how she felt and that his unwillingness to change could not keep their relationship alive and that he treasured her and could not live without her and that his heart was empty without her...

But that did not happen.

So she wept her bitter tears, her heart rent and torn, and she cursed herself for a fool.

 

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