Locked to Riker - Rotation notation
2015-Aug-29, Saturday 06:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Okay, so she didn't say something before her medical examination. She even gave it some time after, because it might take a while for the doctor to talk to the senior staff. But now... now she was just ticked off.
Which was why she was stalking to speak with Riker.
"Computer, where is commander Riker?" she asked crisply. She was certain the Captain would be more reasonable, but the point wasn't for this to be easier, the point was for no one to be able to complain about this, there was no one else who could argue her back into sick leave. And no on on the ship had more reason to try and keep her out of circulation than Riker.
"Commander Riker is in his quarters."
The last time she had come to his quarters had been when none of them remembered who they were. If he remembered that, she might have requested a meeting elsewhere, however, since only she did, it was safe enough. No one could claim she was banking on his discomfort. So she stalked to his quarters and rang the chime, fire in her eyes, ear piece dangling. She wasn't doing this by part measures, she was confronting everything all at once. And she was taking back her position. She refused to spend every day in her quarters, contemplating her situation. She was a Starfleet officer, not a child.
Which was why she was stalking to speak with Riker.
"Computer, where is commander Riker?" she asked crisply. She was certain the Captain would be more reasonable, but the point wasn't for this to be easier, the point was for no one to be able to complain about this, there was no one else who could argue her back into sick leave. And no on on the ship had more reason to try and keep her out of circulation than Riker.
"Commander Riker is in his quarters."
The last time she had come to his quarters had been when none of them remembered who they were. If he remembered that, she might have requested a meeting elsewhere, however, since only she did, it was safe enough. No one could claim she was banking on his discomfort. So she stalked to his quarters and rang the chime, fire in her eyes, ear piece dangling. She wasn't doing this by part measures, she was confronting everything all at once. And she was taking back her position. She refused to spend every day in her quarters, contemplating her situation. She was a Starfleet officer, not a child.