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ten_fwd2015-05-16 09:40 pm
ethnobotany) wrote in ten_fwd2015-05-16 09:40 pm
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so wake me up when it's all over ( open )
Arrival
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The last week was very literal hell for everyone in Zelien. Between the Eldritch horror, the rain of COMPASS monsters, and the cultists, survival was difficult for seven days. Well, survival in Zelien was always difficult, but it seemed much more so now. The days passed by so quickly and yet so slowly, to the point where each hour bled into the next, each day bled forward and Beverly fully lost all track of time. Nothing was safe and after living even a short time like that, even the most stalwart of people couldn't take it forever. So when the frantic man with white hair came through the mess advertising a serum that would take them through to COMPASS' realm where they could, theoretically, defeat the organization and get everyone to safety, if not home... to say she had jumped at the chance would be an understatement. At least, after she had ascertained that the serum wouldn't do any damage to anyone. While she couldn't be absolutely certain, she was sure enough and it would be better than their current options. With the serum in her system, she had followed the frantic man.
One side of the portal was Zelien. On the other, she found herself being tossed a good few feet and then dropped, landing on her back with a whoosh of air. With the breath knocked out of her, she takes a few seconds to recover and in that time, security is called to Ten Forward. Her phaser rifle sure does stand out. The altercation when she tries to stand is short, her surprise and a touch of fear being the largest reasons she resists so hard at first. Eventually, she relinquishes the weapon, snapping, "Okay, okay! Take it!" They like that better, leaving her to get reacquainted with the middle of Ten Forward and the stares of whoever happened to witness the scene.
Later
Once she's gotten the idea of what's going on, has dealt with something else, and has managed to accept the idea that this might not be a hallucination from the serum or COMPASS using one of her most important memories against her, she heads for the replicator and a cup of Earl Grey tea. She hasn't honestly had anything that wasn't canned pears, coffee, or creamed corn in so long. This might be overdoing it, but at this point, she's given up caring. After a moment's thought, she replicates a croissant to go with it. Both she'll take up to a table in the corner where she can, hopefully, sit in peace and get her head on straight. Looks like she can finally have a cup of coffee and a croissant tomorrow. For the first time in weeks.
For anyone who might want to approach, she doesn't look entirely unapproachable. She is tense, though, extremely so and she's noticeably facing towards the room at large with her back to the wall, watching people with the gaze of someone who has learned not to let her guard down too much. It'll pass and in time she'll be back to herself. Right now, she's just on the edge of a breakdown. Good thing she has that medical training to separate her emotions from a situation, right?
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After getting more food and drink in her than she usually gets in a day in Zelien, she finally takes a deep breath and decides to go ahead with something that needs doing. This... will be difficult, but she needs to do it. For both of their sakes.
"Crusher to Picard." Pause. "Do you have a minute, Jean-Luc?"
She uses his first name in her request to show that she's coming to him not as his Chief Medical Officer, but as his friend, as a friend who needs him. Because she does. If there's anything in this universe that she needs right now, it's as many friendly faces and people as she can gather, people she can be sure of. That and she does have a lot to tell him.
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"That's a point... I wonder if there's now two of you here."
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"I doubt it," she answers honestly. "Q never liked me in my timeline. I don't think he likes me any better here and I wouldn't think he'd ever want to put himself through having two of me in one place. So, if he really is responsible for my presence here, my counterpart won't be."
Which just begs the question of which place did he send her? To the other Enterprise with the Borg invasion in 2063? Or to Zelien or wherever Beverly would have landed had Q not pulled her away? Neither option is particularly good, but personally the blonde is hoping for the option that doesn't mean instant death.
I totally didn't get the notif for this.
He shifts a bit. "Is there anything I can do to help? You will have to report to sickbay to have a quick medical, too."
it happens!
She never thought she would ever say that.
"It's all right. You had no way of knowing." Which is as close to waving it all away as she'll get right now.
She shifts slightly at the mention of sickbay, her expression tightening. Being well aware of the necessity of visiting sickbay and being willing and able to do so are two different things. After everything she's been through lately, she doesn't think she wants to visit sickbay yet. The rumors are probably already going around and she isn't up to dealing with a staff that is hers but decidedly isn't. That and she knows she has to turn in her badge to the captain and she so isn't ready to face him yet.
Instead of saying any of that, though, she just offers, "I'm aware," in a mild tone that suggests she really is aware but she's not planning on doing anything of the sort any time soon. "Right now, I think I just need to adjust to being in the wrong time period, but thank you. It's a lot to handle."
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"Thank you," she offers. "I'll keep that in mind."
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