by Jack Hubbard and Keiran O'Sullivan
Following His Worst Nightmare
-=Transporter Room One, USS Serendipity=-
Following His Worst Nightmare
-=Transporter Room One, USS Serendipity=-
Keiran felt lightheaded again, and resumed sitting upon the deck beside the transporter pad.
He lifted Zanh Liis gently, wrapping his arm around her. He marveled at how perfectly she fit, her hair spilling over his shoulder as he rested her head there.
*God, how I've missed you,*
Hubbard moved quickly down the corridor
"Coming through!"
Keiran looked up again as he heard a booming voice and the sound of footsteps entering the room.
A tall, well built man in Medical blue, the top of his tunic undone, approached. On his heels, two nurses with an anti-grav gurney. "Is she the emergency?" Hubbard asked indicating the captain.
"Aye," Keiran felt a sudden surge of strength and lifted her up and onto the gurney.
"What happened? Were any of you present?"
"She was in contact with the Sylph," Keiran explained, hoping that this new doctor had been briefed as to their past encounter with the aliens upon his arrival. "She was standing, and speaking, but then she lost consciousness."
"What happened just before that?"
"She saw me."
Hubbard, taking vitals, looked up at Keiran,
"Well you're handsome, but I doubt you could actually take women off their feet."
He took stock of Zanh's status. "She's passed out, but I don't see any indication of physical trauma," he administered a mild hypo.
"This should bring her around," he looked back to Keiran, "...but you might want to avert your eyes, lest you launch a thousand ships." Hubbard smiled as he continued checking over Zanh Liis.
Keiran did something now that he hadn't done for quite some time; he actually laughed. Out loud.
"So you're the famous O'Sullivan I have heard so much about." Hubbard continued, recognizing Keiran from the picture in his Starfleet profile. As he spoke, he rotated toward Salvek and gave him a wave, indicating that the Captain was not in any imminent peril.
"Infamous, perhaps," Keiran shrugged. An expression of amazement played over his features. He was just beginning to process the fact that everything, and everyone, that mattered most to him was safe and his very last Jump was over. "I didn't catch your name, Sir?"
"Hubbard. Jack Hubbard."
Across the transporter room, TC Blane was still trying to stop the world from spinning him right off of it.
He'd taken to leaning against the wall, and Hubbard noticed out of the corner of his eye that Salvek seemed to be concerned about him.
"I'll be back to see to the Captain momentarily, I think that I should have a look at the Commander,"
By the time Hubbard reached Blane, he noted that Dane Cristiane was also looking dizzy and a little green now that his initial adenaline rush at seeing O'Sullivan alive had subsided.
"Whoa," Dane mumbled.
"Whoa, indeed," Hubbard replied. He was more concerned at the moment about Cristiane and Blane than he was about Zanh. "Let's get you two to Sickbay."
"Wait," Dane inquired suddenly, "What about Steele? Is she all right?" He realized he hadn't seen Landry since they had returned.
"Over there," someone said, and Salvek moved over to the corner, where he found Landry Steele curled up into a ball.
"Ensign," Salvek extended his hand, "Are you all right?"
"They...USED me..." Landry droned, her expression blank, but her hands balled into tight fists as she began rocking back and forth. "They used me."
"More than meets the eye, I'm guessing," Hubbard offered as the group was attended to quickly.
Lt. CMDR Jack Hubbard
CMO
USS Serendipity NCC-2012
and
Captain Keiran O'Sullivan
Temporal Investigations
CMO
USS Serendipity NCC-2012
and
Captain Keiran O'Sullivan
Temporal Investigations