"Professional Advice"

[Jamie Kroells 0]

“Professional Advice” A Kroells and JoNs production

 

Kansas padded down the corridor on all fours, rising on her two hind paws when the security guards outside the medical bay came into view. Pausing for a couple minutes to converse with them, JoNs then took her leave and entered the sickbay. Her gaze fell immediately on Jamie and the newest arrival to Agincourt. The familiar swoosh of the sickbay doors opening again. It was probably another doctor coming or going, like the twenty-something swooshes before it. But curiosity killed the cat. Which was a rather ironic thought when he turned around and saw Kansas glancing back at him.

 

With a glance that was mildly distrustful lingering on the unconscious "visitor from the past eons", the Caitian turned her attention to Jamie and offered one of her more welcoming grins. "Lieutenant Kroells. How goes it?" She closed the distance between the two officers, her golden furred tail swishing lightly.

 

His eyes were drawn to her tail for a moment, but quickly forced his eyes back to him for the better part of judgment. "Good, good. I've just been down here studying up." He quickly motioned to the plethora of padds on the bed beside him.

 

Outwardly, Kansas seemed fine. The tail was a manifestation of the annoyance she felt inwardly. "I know Nimetti and Spitfire reported that the guest,” she motioned to the unconscious woman "was not of this time?"

 

He shrugged. He honestly didn't know, the tests were still coming in on that. He didn't even know if escape pods of that century had the capability to keep someone in stasis that long, or if she had been sucked up by that wormhole, and sent through space and time at once...It had been documented before. "Apparently not. 2057 to be exact. Lovely time in human history that."

 

The Caitian paused for a second. "I admit my human historical history is a bit rusty and will take your word on that." Another wary glance was directed at the sleeping female along with a low growl before she focused fully back on Jamie. "She seems pretty well dinged up."

 

"I don't doubt it. If she really is from 2057, World War III would have just ended not to long ago." He sighed as he thought about it. "It was probably one of the worst moves we'd ever made as a species. Actually using nuclear weapons...how barbaric." He shrugged. "Either way, my guess is that she and the other colonists with her were fleeing Earth. Leaving behind war and all that bad stuff for greener pastures....I doubt this is the 'Brave New World' she envisioned."

 

A good natured smirk appeared on the felinoid chief's features. "Heck, even I don't even consider our current predicament a "Brave New World."

 

He smiled as he looked back to her. "Hey, I've got it lucky. At least I don’t have any previous memories to cause me to be disappointed by this place."

 

Despite her concern over the security risks inherent in taking on an unknown passenger, JoNs couldn't help forgetting for a few seconds to chuckle at the statement. "You just take the situation as it comes eh? Well, I admit it is sound advice when I look at it from that perspective." She paced off a few steps and then paced back, paws on hips, her gaze taking in the entirety of sickbay.

 

He watched her, just a hairs breath under admiring. Because that would be wrong...for some reason. "Sometimes it's best to forget where you came from if you can’t remember where you're going."

 

Kansas spoke over her shoulder from where she was admiring a display of surgical instruments. "Sound advice." Then she turned in place, a stalking quality to her movements, heightened according to her underlying agitation. Her ears flipped about halfway back as her gaze stayed on the sciences chief. "Mind if this conversation enters into the off the record territory?"

 

He chuckled. "Of course, I don’t even know where my record is."

 

Lieutenant JoNs was not really receptive to the good humor, a bit unusual for her. "Please watch yourself around her.” She pointed a claw toward the visitor. "And, if any of your people have cause to interview her for historical records and such, tell them to be careful as well. I do not like this situation."

 

He watched her speak, trying to gauge her body language, the words behind the words. "Why? What is it that worries you?"

 

When she had time, Kansas would dwell on the fact that her subconscious had picked up on; that she and Jamie seemed to have switched roles. He was relaxed and she was wire tight and annoyed. "I don't trust her. Yes, I understand that I have no evidence and no reason to feel this way, unless you find an old news record that she was a serial killer or something. Just watch your back Jamie, that is all I am asking."

 

Jamie looked over to her again. She seemed harmless enough, but Kansas's warning held merit none the less. Women couldn't get that old and still keep a figure like that without being evil or something. He smirked to himself, and looked back to Kansas. "Alright, I will...If only for you."

 

The Caitian chief gave a grateful nod. "Thank you. I plan on informing the other section heads as well as Colonels Harper and Day of my concerns. Just to be on the safe side, is all." Then, confusion settled on the Cait’s features regarding the 'if only for you' comment, the confusion disappearing as soon as it had come. It was nothing.

 

He slowly nodded, not exactly knowing what to say. He watched her for a short while before nervously looking away and standing up. "It's a uh...good idea. I've been meaning about talking to the Colonel about keeping a human staff in sickbay for the time being. Seeing Shadow and Kairi before didn't do much to help her psyche."

 

JoNs glanced to the sleeping woman. "....so if she sees me that may be enough to send her into deep shock hmmm?" Kansas's feline eyes took on a more mischievous cast.

 

He smirked. "No more so then Shadow phasing in and out of the pod to ask me questions and what not." He patted her on the shoulder somewhat awkwardly. "As for you...I'm sure there's not much we can do but strap her down. Or risk her accidentally running out an airlock over a looney fit over the 'warrior cat woman'."

 

The Caitian's shoulder was rock hard with stress under the science officer’s touch, and she kept her gaze on the sleeping visitor. "Very well; I'll plan to keep my distance until you and your teams can acclimate her - if that is even possible." Kansas then turned her attention back to Jamie. "Thanks." She continued to look at him. You know, he was pretty attractive, even without the fur.

 

He watched over the girl again before feeling eyes on him, and turning to Kansas. You know, she was pretty attractive, even with the fur.

 

Both department chiefs moved at almost the same time, meeting in a rather definite lip lock. Kansas reached a paw up to clamp lightly on the back of his neck.

 

Jamie was confused. But he reciprocated none the less. It wasn't actually all that bad; it was kinda warm and fuzzy. He'd never kissed a Caitian. Well, not that he could remember.

 

The little voice in her head - you know the one screaming what the Hades are you doing?! Danger Kansas JoNs! Danger! - finally got through to her and broke through the pleasantness. She broke the contact. "I, uh, I need to leave. Departmental. Reports. Roster. Must leave." Oh Great Bird. She was speaking in broken sentences.

 

That similar voice was going off in his head, except it was his adoptive mother yelling at him in loud German curses. He'd found a vid in his quarters of it. Why he would keep a video of her yelling at him..."Right. Uh. Yeah. I have to use the little scientist’s room." And like that he was gone.

 

JoNs followed soon after - not to the little scientist's room, thank you very much - making a beeline for the safe haven of main security.

 

Jamie ducked his head out of the restroom door. Kansas was gone and people were whispering. That wasn't a good combination. What was his damage!? Brain damage? That might explain it. He quickly walked back to the biobed of padds and the woman. Everyone was starring at him. He wanted to leave, but felt dutied to her.

 

So he grabbed another padd. He looked it over. Some sound clip from a former President. He pushed play. "And I did not have sexual relations with her!"

 

He blinked, dropped the padd and left.

 

The End...?