Christine had a bad habit of keeping things from herself, namely things like just how okay she wasn't. But today she was going to let herself in on a little secret so she could slap a few metaphorical bandaids on. Insecurities, with her, were running too deep these days. And she was still so tense from assorted happenings in her weeks aboard the ( Read more... )

It had been three days, and Nyota felt exactly the same. Somehow she and Spock had managed to keep the breakup relatively quiet, and while a few people knew she was hoping it would take a while before the rumors really started flying. Hopefully when they did, most people would know better than to ask her about it ( Read more... )

Donnie had been pacing in front of Nurse Chapel's door for five minutes. His hand was jittery as he held the container making a shkshkshk sound from the multicolored candy sprinkles inside. He didn't even know if she'd remember why the sprinkles mattered. She probably wouldn't get the reference at all.

Donnie had also been muttering to himself. He ( Read more... )

While the welcoming party had been fairly indictive, Christine believed of what they would expect on this mission, it had been anything but welcoming. Trying to shake off the negative vibes that had caused and better preapre herself to really start working tomorrow, being the ship's liason for Leonard's away team, Christine found herself after the ( Read more... )

The air was one of breathless anticipation as all off duty personnel - military and civilian, Aian and Marosi - lined the viewports to watch the Starfleet ship come in to dock. Murmurs raced through the watching crowd at her strange design, at the unfamiliar words emblazoned across her hull ( Read more... )

After the briefing for the Ravanna mission, Leonard had sent a memo to the whole of his department calling a meeting for later that day, around switch time for alpha and gamma shifts. He'd spent the rest of the morning organizing the details from the meeting, which he'd sent on as additional information to everyone. Some people could afford to ( Read more... )

After the third time in less than six hours Christine had found herself awake and trying ceaselessly to get comfortable in bed, she gave up. It was only, oh, four hours before she was due to work. She could find something to do ( Read more... )

It was a rookie mistake, really it was. He should know better than to nail himself on the mandoline. He was so busy kicking himself that he didn't notice when something dropped from the ceiling ( Read more... )

The problem with free time was that it made her mind wander. Lately, her focii been stressors: personal issues, her social life, the way her knee started aching every time she felt tense. The latter meant dancing it out was not an option. The fact that she didn't have a specific social issue to address meant she couldn't hug it out. This left her ( Read more... )

Life was exhausting, regardless of location. Life on a starship where things seemed to go wrong regularly and without apology. And it was only the first week. Exhausting usually led to notions of sleep. Exhausting for Christine Chapel meant no chance in all the universe of her sleeping naturally, so she might as well make the most of her time ( Read more... )