Olivia had been told by Stryker to go to the Med Bay and to ask for Doctor Hope or Doctor Chandler. That was exactly what she'd intended on doing as soon as she'd left his office. She carded her hands through her hair, refastening her pony tail before she stepped through the doors, distracted. Her mind kept replaying the events over and over again ( Read more... )

The journey back from wherever the hell they'd been was pretty tense. Between the numerous burns, the bullet wounds, broken bones and lingering threat of smoke inhalation, the group weren't really in the chatty mood ( Read more... )

Telling Ric not to cause wanton destruction and chaos around camp would have only encouraged him to want to do it more so... if he hadn't already done it the night before. Anyway a night in the brig wouldn't be so bad if Martini came and joined him!

First there had been the butter and marmite on the door handles, then the clingfilm covered doorways ( Read more... )

Henry McCoy was already starting to wonder what kind of operation Stryker was running here. He knew he'd be needed for research as well as basic medical duties, that was to be expected - but he hadn't been prepared for what he'd been asked to do when the large feral had been brought into the Med Bay after the altercation with the other animalistic ( Read more... )

It had been a long, cold journey from St Petersburg; four hours of wind and snow, and most of it in the dark, early hours of the morning, but finally Dr Henry McCoy had arrived at the military compound where his presence had been urgently 'requested'. The order had been politely worded, to be sure, but there was no doubt that when the US Military ( Read more... )

*In a corner of the Mess Hall, Hope had taken over a whole table. There was just not enough room in the Rec Room for her to spread out like she preferred and she wasn’t about to clutter up the Med Bay. Since she had a plate of fruit and a cup of tea perched on one corner, she figured it was alright for her to stay here ( Read more... )