by Lt. Keiran O'Sullivan
and
Ensign Dane Cristiane
80105.00
Concurrent with "Home Sweet Home" by Zander Blakeslee
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-=Starfleet Security Central Booking:San Francisco, California=-
and
Ensign Dane Cristiane
80105.00
Concurrent with "Home Sweet Home" by Zander Blakeslee
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-=Starfleet Security Central Booking:San Francisco, California=-
"Mr. Cristiane," A voice with a strong Irish brogue cut through the haze of Dane's REM sleep and stirred him.
"MMMmmmph."
"Wake up, Mr. Cristiane. You do not want me to come in there and drag you out of bed myself."
Keiran watched as the young man with shaggy black hair and circles beneath his eyes to match sighed unhappily and finally looked in his direction.
"I'd like to see you try to make me do anything."
Keiran laughed, a deep rumble, the kind one would almost expect to hear more from a Klingon than a human.
"Lad, you've no idea what you're askin' for. Get your ass off of that cot or I will come in there and kick it clear till Tuesday."
"Where to now? Arraignment?" Dane lolled his head from side to side, loosening the muscles in his neck. He was in no hurry to comply with anything this seemingly pretty-low ranking, run of the mill Security guy wanted him to do, and so he was going to take his sweet time about it.
They were already planning to throw the book at him, he could feel it. What did he have to fear anymore?
"No. You've got a much more important appointment." Keiran lowered the forcefield and threw a uniform at him. "You're going to show up for that appointment properly dressed, too. That means the hair needs to be cut."
"Whoa, wait, says who? Whatever happened to 'reasonable accommodation'? I'm not serving aboard a ship, or in a diplomatic role. I'm an apprentice TI agent, jack, and my hair stays just the way that it is until my superiors tell me otherwise. It's bad enough they took my earring when they booked me. I want that back, by the way."
Keiran rolled his eyes. Boy, was this kid a brat.
"Well, Temporal Investigations. You must be very proud of yourself. It's the goal of all TI agents after all to get arrested and spend a week locked in a holding cell. They didn't seem to be in too big a hurry to spring you, boy wonder."
"Yeah, well, Security, " Dane shrugged, as he stepped forward and out of the cell, hoping he was going to get to shower before he had to dress. "I've spent a lot longer than a week in much worse places than this. Sir."
The spin he put on the word 'sir' made it sound an insult, and it took a lot of restraint on Keiran's part not to snap this kid in half like a twig.
But he was a patient man, and he knew that the reward for his behavior that awaited Cristiane when he got where they were going would be much more satisfying to watch than anything that Keiran could do to him now.
"The shower. Get going. You've got three minutes, starting now." Keiran pointed around the corner, following just a step behind Cristiane.
"Man, you're not going to actually stand there and watch are you?" Dane did hate this part. "Are you?"
"You bet your scrawny punk ass, I am. Or should I just open the door and let you go free now?"
"I'm not going anywhere." Dane replied, a hint of actual emotion showing through in his voice as he debated his future. He knew that he'd rather eat the barrel of a phaser than ever go back to a life on the streets.
Thankfully, though, he believed that he'd learned enough even if his future in Temporal fell through to make a lucrative living as an information broker, the career he had tried to undertake but failed at back on the Station when he'd originally been recruited to join TI to begin with.
As he stood in the sonic shower and closed his eyes, Dane thought back with hatred toward the woman who had, in his opinion, taken him from a life on the edge of Hell itself, and then plunged him straight into the depths.
"MMMmmmph."
"Wake up, Mr. Cristiane. You do not want me to come in there and drag you out of bed myself."
Keiran watched as the young man with shaggy black hair and circles beneath his eyes to match sighed unhappily and finally looked in his direction.
"I'd like to see you try to make me do anything."
Keiran laughed, a deep rumble, the kind one would almost expect to hear more from a Klingon than a human.
"Lad, you've no idea what you're askin' for. Get your ass off of that cot or I will come in there and kick it clear till Tuesday."
"Where to now? Arraignment?" Dane lolled his head from side to side, loosening the muscles in his neck. He was in no hurry to comply with anything this seemingly pretty-low ranking, run of the mill Security guy wanted him to do, and so he was going to take his sweet time about it.
They were already planning to throw the book at him, he could feel it. What did he have to fear anymore?
"No. You've got a much more important appointment." Keiran lowered the forcefield and threw a uniform at him. "You're going to show up for that appointment properly dressed, too. That means the hair needs to be cut."
"Whoa, wait, says who? Whatever happened to 'reasonable accommodation'? I'm not serving aboard a ship, or in a diplomatic role. I'm an apprentice TI agent, jack, and my hair stays just the way that it is until my superiors tell me otherwise. It's bad enough they took my earring when they booked me. I want that back, by the way."
Keiran rolled his eyes. Boy, was this kid a brat.
"Well, Temporal Investigations. You must be very proud of yourself. It's the goal of all TI agents after all to get arrested and spend a week locked in a holding cell. They didn't seem to be in too big a hurry to spring you, boy wonder."
"Yeah, well, Security, " Dane shrugged, as he stepped forward and out of the cell, hoping he was going to get to shower before he had to dress. "I've spent a lot longer than a week in much worse places than this. Sir."
The spin he put on the word 'sir' made it sound an insult, and it took a lot of restraint on Keiran's part not to snap this kid in half like a twig.
But he was a patient man, and he knew that the reward for his behavior that awaited Cristiane when he got where they were going would be much more satisfying to watch than anything that Keiran could do to him now.
"The shower. Get going. You've got three minutes, starting now." Keiran pointed around the corner, following just a step behind Cristiane.
"Man, you're not going to actually stand there and watch are you?" Dane did hate this part. "Are you?"
"You bet your scrawny punk ass, I am. Or should I just open the door and let you go free now?"
"I'm not going anywhere." Dane replied, a hint of actual emotion showing through in his voice as he debated his future. He knew that he'd rather eat the barrel of a phaser than ever go back to a life on the streets.
Thankfully, though, he believed that he'd learned enough even if his future in Temporal fell through to make a lucrative living as an information broker, the career he had tried to undertake but failed at back on the Station when he'd originally been recruited to join TI to begin with.
As he stood in the sonic shower and closed his eyes, Dane thought back with hatred toward the woman who had, in his opinion, taken him from a life on the edge of Hell itself, and then plunged him straight into the depths.
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Lt. Keiran O'Sullivan
Acting Chief of Security
USS Serendipity NCC-2012
and
Ensign Dane Cristiane
In Detention
Lt. Keiran O'Sullivan
Acting Chief of Security
USS Serendipity NCC-2012
and
Ensign Dane Cristiane
In Detention