He walks into the room and he sees so much but he hears nothing. There are people, faces, he knows them but it's the kitchen that catches his eye. All the signs of a struggle, of someone who was caught by suprise. His stomach grows hot and he can feel it tying itself in knots. It's a strange feeling and it takes him longer than he would admit to ( Read more... )

"“The next person to ask if this ship is named after me is going to get ‘allergic to hypospray’ put on their medical record.” Jessica Pearson growled warningly at the mess hall full of Starfleet staff. The rest of the medical crew cramped themselves in the Starboard corner of the dining area, never taking off their blue scrubs and refusing to talk ( Read more... )