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Kansas_Jones

"I'm Going Over the Fence!"

09.06.07

USS Agincourt NCC-81762

“I’m Going Over the Fence!”

 

Kansas JoNs sat in one of the biobeds in the main sickbay, still clothed in her gray sweatpants and blue tee shirt. Her arms were crossed over her chest; legs crossed and stretched out on the bed. If it weren’t for her ears being flattened in annoyance, the Caitian would be the very model of what relaxed looked like.

 

Second Lieutenant Owens had been given a clean bill of health, his sparring wounds tended to, and released over an hour ago. The feline lieutenant commander however, had been held hostage due to the fact that she had passed out during the match. No matter what she said, the female paramedic tending to the Cait refused to release her.

 

Plan A – Pull rank. This didn’t always work, but it was worth a try.

 

“Tayhsalli, what does that little rank symbol on my profile say?”

 

The Denobulan Petty Officer looked up from the padd she was entering information in. “Lieutenant Commander, sir.”

 

“Good. That means I can check myself out…” She started to move from the bed.

 

“No sir. Not until I get one of the line doctors to give you a thorough physical examination; you got pretty dinged up by Owens during that so called friendly sparring match.”

 

“Whoa, hang on there. I just had a full work up six months ago when the Agincourt shipped out. You just injected me with some Tri-Ox, and I feel fine.”

 

That may be sir, but I still want to keep you for about two hours.”

 

“Two hours? Not a chance - I am supposed to be on shift now.”

 

“I’m sure your department can handle a few hours without you. Besides, according to the scans I took, your stress levels are higher then normal, and food intake wise you haven’t been eating healthy either.” The paramedic made a couple more notations on her profile as she spoke.

 

Kansas huffed in annoyance. She knew the woman was good at her job, but the medico was definitely overbearing. Probably a third shifter recently moved onto the first shift and eager to do a bang up job. She couldn’t blame Tayshalli; a few years back while JoNs had been training on the Greenleaf, she had been moved from the second shift to the first shift and was so happy she channeled that into the dreaded ‘Ensign Johnny Charger’ syndrome.

 

Perhaps you never really lost that Charger syndrome, and it manifested itself in lesser and greater degrees depending on the being. And right now, Kansas was in no mood to ditz around. She couldn’t be expected to cool her paws in medical, not with the responsibilities for the extraction mission prep that security needed to handle and such.

 

Decision made, the feline security chief leaped from the bed in one solid motion, using her powerful hind legs to her advantage, and landed right at the entrance way to the medical bay.

 

Tayshalli didn’t realize what had happened for a few seconds and then flew to intercept the security chief. “Commander! On medical orders…”

 

A paw reached out to gently – but firmly – clamp down on the Denobulan woman’s shoulder as she came close to the Caitian officer. “Tay, I really do appreciate your concern, but I have duties to attend to. I’ll be fine, and I will stop back when things calm down, deal?”

 

The normally good natured smile plastered on the medical techs face was gone. “I have to make a report on this.”

 

“I know you do. Do me a favor though,” Kansas leaned in and conspiratorially whispered, “…give me a good thirty minutes before you tell Doc Levy.” The feline winked, attempting to take some of the tension out of the whole situation.

 

Tayshalli nodded. “Fine. Thirty minutes, no more.”

 

Kansas gave the Denobulan woman’s arm a squeeze of thanks. “Thank you Tay. I do appreciate it.” And then, the feline was gone in a golden blur. She had basically ‘gone over the fence’ and escaped.

 

Tayshalli stood by the entrance, hands on hips, her face a study in wonderment and frustration. “I swear. Felines, all across the universe and no matter the size, are just plain stubborn…”

Edited by Kansas_Jones

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