Welcome to Sickbay. Stop staring, it's rude.

[B'Etor Patterson 0]

B'Etor shifted her uniform, trying to straighten it out. She had been on Excalibur for 20 hours and she would be starting her first day, in Sickbay, as an Assistant Medical Officer in 10 minutes. She looked at herself and moved her hair, staring for a moment at her face, hoping this wasn't like the Academy.

 

"Here goes nothing." B'Etor mumbled to herself as she moved out of her quarters and walked to the turbo lift. She waited a moment, and then saw the doors open. Getting in she ordered it to take her to sickbay. She paused, listening to the sound of the turbolift as it moved. She heard it come to a stop and stepping out, she moved down the hall, eventually managing to find sickbay. Stepping into the empty sickbay, she looked around, blinking for a moment.

 

In his office, EJ didn't see the transfer PADD on his desk it was so cluttered. He heard the doors of sickbay open, but didn't pay attention to it. He continued to do his work and drink his coffee and would just wait for the person to enter if they needed help.

 

B'Etor paused for a moment, then moved around the sickbay, looking around for a moment, not going into his office. She moved her head, looking around the sickbay, astonished by the way it looked. She knew it was a fairly new ship, but the sickbay was almost as good at Starfleet Medical.

 

"Nice..." She thought she was quiet, but the Klingon side of her was louder than she realized most of the time. EJ saw the shadow walk past but kept looking at his PADDs. He was pretty sure a nurse would assist the person. Just as he thought that, a nurse walked up to B'Etor, startling her slightly.

 

"How may I help you?" B'Etor turned fast, getting into a naturally defensive stance. She calmed down a little, seeing it was just a nurse. She nodded and held out a PADD.

 

"My name is Ensign B'Etor Patterson, I have been assigned to work under Lieutenant Commander Pilot as an Assistant Medical Officer." The nurse looked at her for a moment, not sure if she believed her eyes. She snapped out of her staring and then smiled, nodding.

 

"Oh! Welcome to the Medical Division, Ms. Patterson. I am Nurse Lorrie." The nurse shook B'Etor's hand, introducing herself. EJ smirked, overhearing the new addition to his staff.

 

"They finally got me more people. That is a plus for the good Captain." EJ mumbled softly to himself as B'Etor smiled to the nurse, not used to kindness the minute she meets someone. She almost smirked, and nodded.

 

"Thank you. Is the Doctor around, or should I wait somewhere?" The nurse laughed and pointed towards the Chief Medical Officer's office.

 

"Actually the Doctor is in his office." B'Etor nodded and headed towards the doctor's office, standing in the doorway. She pressed the door chime, hoping she wasn't bothering him. EJ heard the chime at his door. He pulled his semi long hair back into a ponytail and placed a rubber band around it to hold it securely. Once he was prepared, he looked towards the door.

 

"Enter." He waited as the door opened, and his new AMO walked in. B'Etor moved through the door and paused, seeing something she had never seen before. She stood before the CMO's desk, staring at his forehead for a moment. Her own arched eyebrows furrowing with a look of confusion and shock. Her long curly black hair left loose behind her back, she didn't talk or move, just stared.

 

EJ looked at the woman that walked in and paused, doing some staring of his own as B'Etor moved forward. Shocked at was before him, he took a moment before finally talking.

 

"H…H…How.. May I help you?" He asked, not sure if what he was seeing before him was real, or a joke done by the nurses. B'Etor shook her head, ruffling her hair around and blinked for a moment. She nodded and looked at the PADD in her hand, then handed it over, looking from the PADD to the CMO.

 

"You're a Klingon." She said softly, but not that softly. She shook her own head, again as she blushed, looked down for a moment.

 

"Ensign B'Etor Patterson, reporting for duty, sir. I am a transfer from the Academy." EJ looked at her and nodded slowly.

 

"As are you. You are very astute, Ensign Patterson. Also I am only 1/4 Klingon but the ridges do show out don't they?" EJ smiled to her, trying to cut the tension and odd silence in his office. She looked at him and nodded.

 

"They aren't that prominent. They actually aren't that bad at all." Closed her eyes again, now completely and totally embarrassed. B'Etor rolled her eyes and closed them for a minute, not sure if she was really acting this stupid, or if this was a horrible nightmare and she would wake up and realize she hadn't started her shift yet.

 

"Sorry, sir. It's just I have never seen a Klingon in a Starfleet uniform since I joined the Academy, or after." She looked around for a second, trying to find something to crawl into and hide. EJ heard her and tried not to smile, or laugh. He saw her facial expressions and tilted his head slightly, looking at her.

 

"Are you ok Ensign?" He asked her. B'Etor paused for a second, trying to think of something to say.

 

"I am fine, sir. Just..flustered." She put the PADD on his desk and looked at him, standing more at attention.

 

"My complete record is on that PADD, as well as the transfer orders." B'Etor told her commanding officer. EJ took the PADD and moves it to his desk but closer to him.

 

"You may sit if you like" He smiled to her and motioned to the chair in front of his desk. She saw the chair and wondered if this was a test. She debated and decided to sit. She had already embarrassed herself. 'May as well go for the goal, idiot,' she thought to herself and sat down, looking at him.

 

"You passed the test!" EJ clapped as B'Etor stared at him looking even more confused and lost. She blinked and stared at him, her eyes going wide as he clapped.

 

"I'm just being humorous" He smiled, leaning against his desk, looking from B'Etor to the PADD, then back to B'Etor, his face getting it's serious Klingonic look.

 

"So what makes you qualified to work with the great Dr. Pilot.?" She furrows her eyebrows again as her CO asked her a question she had prepared to answer, but couldn't remember what to say. She went to talk, then her lips went into a pout and she and then raised an eyebrow questioningly.

 

"Well. I tested in the top three of my class in nursing, I was in the top 10 in my Starfleet class, and I was told to transferred here." She wondered if that would do. She didn't really have anything extra special.

 

"Oh! My bizarre genetic make-up and major in inter-species genetics, I recieved 3 commendations from the head of Starfleet Medical." EJ listened to her, hearing a hint of Klingon, nodding slightly, then paused, looking at her for a moment, puzzled.

 

"What bizarre genetic make up?" He asked questioningly. She smirked, knowing what he would see would probably cause ridicule, like she was used to from growing up, and the Academy. She moved her hair back and showed him her pointed ears.

 

"I am half Klingon, and half Romulan." She watched his face, letting go of her hair, letting it fall down her back. She waited for the look of shock, horror, and disgust.

 

"Holy Kahless! she is half green blood!" EJ exclaimed, in his native Klingon, a Klingon like smile on his face. She heard him, but didn't understand him, having never learned Klingon. She stared at him oddly, figuring whatever he said couldn't have been good. EJ quickly returned to English and looked over her for a moment.

 

"So who is the Romulan and the warrior?" She hears his question and tilts her head.

 

"I don't understand the question." B'Etor said, not sure what he meant by the question.

 

"So was your father the Romulan or the Klingon and vice versa?" EJ asked her, getting curious about how a Klingon and a Romulan would ever get close enough to create a child.

 

"My mother was Klingon. My father was Romulan." She looked at him, looking at him with a mix of oddity and confusion, with a small mix of sadness.

 

"Sir, what does this have to do with my job here?" She asked, getting more defensive, feeling like she was being sized up.

 

"I was just wondering since the Klingons and Romulans don't like each other, how did this situation happen. I am glad to see that all our people don't share the same ideas about another race." EJ looked at her, still not sure how the woman before him came to be.

 

"I don't know how they met. I have never met them." She looked up at him, her eyebrow arching slightly. She wondered what he would say next.

 

"I am sorry to hear that, they have created a very unique individual." EJ said softly, still watching her reactions. She nodded, her eyes flashing annoyance for a split second, then going back to normal. She took a deep breath and let it go, through her nose, slowly. 'Not now..please not now.' She thought to herself, feeling anger build up inside of her for no reason.

 

"I am honored to have you aboard. I didn't mean to cost any disrespect Ensign" EJ said, standing to his full height. He looked at B'Etor, nodding to her, meaning what he said with the most sincerity. B'Etor looked up, hearing his voice again, standing up to her own full height of 5'11". She nodded to him and stood like a typical Starfleet officer.

 

"Thank you, it is an honor to be on such a great ship, with such a legendary legacy." She smiled slightly, starting to feel more at ease. She looked into his eyes, her eyebrow raising again.

 

"I look Klingon, I have Romulan features, but I was raised with humans. There is no disrespect. I am as far from either of my races as you can get." She stated, her lips curling more into a smile.

 

"I am only 1/4 Klingon and Human. I am human but I have Klingon features." He nodded his head, seeing her face go from uncomfortable to a more calm, accepted look. She listened to him, hearing him say basically the same thing she said. A more Romulan like smile crossing her lips.

 

"For me acting like an jackass may I take you for dinner later maybe?" He asked her as he got an apologetic look on his face, continuing to look at her. She heard him ask her out to dinner and paused, her mocha colored cheeks flushed for a second as she tried not to smile more.

 

"You don't have to take me to dinner. At least.. not to apologize..." She left the last part open, wondering how he would answer.

 

"I concur...that way you can meet your fellow colleagues here in the Sickbay. If I can pull our wonderful Cat-like Commander out I will bring her too." EJ nodded, wondering how he would get the Commander to come to dinner. A few ideas creeping in his head as he debated on which idea would be the best. B'Etor nodded and her smile faded, realizing they have gotten seriously far off the topic of her new career. She cleared her throat and got serious.

 

"What is my assignment today, sir?" EJ heard her and nodded, crossing his arms over his chest.

 

"Your job is Assistant Medical Officer, you'll assist me or any of your other colleagues. It is usually slow in here, so enjoy the time off when you get it. Use it wisely, but not that wisely. That is how two of my staff people ended with a child and now their married. It was actually quite a beautiful thing. But still..don't use it to go and plan a wild sensual adventure with your boyfriend and/or girlfriend." He stated, matter-of-factly. She heard him and her eyebrows raised in surprise. She listened to him and then the line about the wild adventure with someone else. The loudest, most Klingon laugh she had ever let out echoed through the office. She leaned forward, against her knees, laughing hysterically. Her head shook and she continued to laugh, then suddenly stopped, realizing how out of line that was.

 

"Sorry, sir. I don't usually do anything like that.. seeing as how there is no other person to do it with." EJ nodded, hearing her, smirking softly.

 

"I see. That is good to know." He blinked, pausing to think about what he just said. 'Did I just say that out loud?' He asked himself, hoping he didn't, but he knew he did. He looked around nervously for a moment, before grabbing his coffee to drink it, nearly spilling all over himself. B'Etor blinked, not sure if she heard him right. She looked nervously at the floor, then motioned to the door.

 

"I am going to go familiarize myself with the layout of the Sickbay. With your permission, of course." EJ nodded quickly to her request to leave his office, turning his back, to sit back at his desk.

 

"P..P..Permission granted Ensign. Welcome aboard." EJ said, making her transfer official. She nodded, pursing her lips together to keep from smiling, the redness crossing her cheeks more prominent.

 

"Yes sir, thank you sir. Pleasure to be here." She said rather loudly, then turned on her heels and left his office, moving to the other side of the sickbay.

 

'Certainly going to be an interesting journey.' B'Etor thought to herself, smiling again as she read some of the medical texts that were on a table.

Edited January 26, 2008 by MercyDarkrose