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Charlotte Matsumura

Transformation

Transformation

CDR Ruth Wydown

CDR Malcolm Alexander/LT Adam Pierson

LTJG Charlotte Matsumura

 

 

 

"Wakey wakey. Eggs and bac-ey!"

 

Commander Wydown cheerfully grinned down upon the groggy Intelligence officer as his eyes slowly focused on her. "Give it a few moments, luv. The sedation will wear off shortly. Let's try sittin' up a bit, aye?" She flicked the controls to the biobed to bring the new and improved "Adam Pierson" up into a more reclining-sitting position.

 

Even Rue had to admit that she was taken aback by his appearance. For "Adam" looked nothing like the man she knew was underneath the carefully, artfully, manipulated features. Not only were the Romulan features now missing, but so were the dark eyes, hair and bone structure that Rue would have recognized. If she didn't already know who he was, she wouldn't have given him a thought if she'd passed him in the halls. Yes, gone was the once young man who'd served as her husband's -- ex-husband's -- best man at her wedding. He was replaced by this rather ordinary looking blondie, half sitting before her.

 

She stood back to admire her work. "Y'look like a regular on Temptation Lane," she teased, grabbing the nearby PADD and activating the 'mirror' app on it. In reality, "Adam" looked like the average non-descript security officer, nothing that would stand out in a crowd or on his own. But that didn't stop Rue from mercilessly teasing the man because he looked so different than both Wydown and Pierson were accustomed. "What'cha think?"

 

Malcolm grimaced, feeling as though he'd woken with something three degrees worse than a hangover. His mouth felt like cotton, his head was pounding, and his face itched. The whole experience was reminiscent of the final pub crawl he and Clay had attended prior to departing Eton. He was glad Rue hadn't been around then. She was altogether too noisy for such a condition.

 

Reaching out, he took the PADD and frowned into the makeshift mirror. Was that really his face, he wondered. His gaze drifted over the fuller cheeks, rounding out the usually-squared jaw; the closely-cropped, dirty blond hair atop his head, replacing dark brown in a similar style. Moving his jaw up and down, he watched as the reflection did the same. Logic told him it was his own reflection, yet not. He frowned. "That's... different," he said aloud.

 

"I was going more for Rory McDaniels but I got more Moondoggy. I think. Which works, 'cause I was going for the surfer vibe -- very chic - instead of ex-classmate. Plus, I know you can do the accent. Duuuuuuuude." She dropped her own oddly-formed accent for one reminiscent of surf culture along western coast of North America. Laughing softly, Rue slid up on the foot of the biobed and sat, kicking her feet back and forth like a six year old on a sugar rush. "Not bad though, if I do say so m'self. Not even yer own mother will recognize you."

 

"Not sure Mum would recognize me, anyway," he muttered. He sighed, turning as the surgical suite doors parted and Charlotte entered. "The question is, does she recognize me?"

 

Charlotte paused just inside the door. Her expression was one of blatant surprise, her gaze taking in the unfamiliar features. "Oh, dear Lord."

 

"Well, that's either ringing endorsement, or I'm the next Hashimodo." Mal-as-Adam smirked at her, impish twinkle in the unaltered green-hazel eyes. "Should I be requesting sanctuary?"

 

"It'll take some getting used to," the junior officer replied. She approached the biobed, rounding to stand next to him, opposite Rue. "At least it's temporary."

 

His smirk widened, lowering his jaw as he regarded her with a dangerous expression. "Should I turn on 'the smoulder'?" He waggled his brow.

 

"'The smoulder,'" Charlotte drawled, "would work better with you as you."

 

"I'll keep that in mind."

 

"'ellllloooo! You do realize I'm sitting right here, yeah? Or should I leave you two alone?" Rue raised a brow, not sure how to read the flirtation between the two friends; she was both amused and somewhat concerned by it. She knew "Gauis" from "Adam" and knew what he was like. Was this part of his new persona or was there something on that she should be aware of? "What? I give you blond hair and suddenly you're Casa-bloody-nova?"

 

Mal cleared his throat, straightening, as he was reminded of Rue's presence. "Yes, well," he said. "I'd say the alteration is sufficient for now." Tapping the screen on the PADD, the home menu was displayed, and he pulled up a time display. "Right. A little less than an hour. I should probably take a look at that data chip."

 

Rue slipped off the bed. "I've got one more thing for your transformation, luv." She walked over to the cabinetry in the corner where a small tray held the dentures that would make Adam's new look complete.

 

Taking advantage of Rue's shifting attention, Charlotte slipped her hand under Mal's. She felt a blush creep up the back of her neck as her heartbeat quickened slightly at the contact. His hand closed over hers. Holding on a moment, he then took the small isolinear chip she offered, palming it as he drew away. He offered her a small smile.

 

When Wydown turned back to the two, saw Charlotte blushing and frowned at Adam. "Would you please stop flirting with my crew members? Keep this up, and I'm gonna make sure you're stuck with an all-male assignment." She motioned for Charlotte to back off a bit before presenting Adam with a set of dentures. "Here. And be glad these aren't buck teeth. I was sorely tempted." She smirked. "This should complete the 'surfer dude' look. Like whoooaaaa."

 

Mal looked askance at the dentures. "Are those really necessary?"

 

"Yes, duuuude." She foisted the teeth on him, giving him a shaka wave. "As was the ab surgery. You want this to work, aye?"

 

"Ab surgery?" Alexander blinked, looking down at his torso. "My abs didn't need any help, thank you."

 

"Wanna bet?" Rue raised a brow expectantly. She glanced from Adam to the junior officer, who seemed to suddenly be very interested in anything other than Adam. For her part, Rue was doing an extremely good job of keeping a straight face during her jest as she then turn back to her patient.

 

"Bloody tosser," he muttered, reading her expression. He caught the slightest devilish gleam in Rue's brown eyes and knew the woman was messing with him.

 

"Our imaginations are so much worse than reality." She smirked, enjoying the fact that she could torture Adam for getting her into this mess in the first place. She slapped his knee, "Feeling well enough to get your arse out of that bed yet?"

 

"More than." Slipping off the biobed to his feet, Mal stood still for a moment, regaining his equilibrium. "I'll head down to security to alter the files, and then meet Captain Kwai as planned."

 

"Okee-dokey, then." Wydown grinned, motioning to the door with a flourish. "By your leave, kind sir. Be careful on your way out." She dropped the comic act as she completed her instructions. "Try not to get spotted. If you do, remember you're part of the Republic crew and Matsumura brought you down here to get checked out. Fake tummy ache, brain tumor, or something. I'll check in with you later to make sure you're not feeling any ill effects." She paused adding one final jab. "Or see if you need to borrow any hair product." Rue motioned to the dirty blond spikes on his head.

 

Charlotte smirked. "He can borrow mine."

 

Mal cut her a sidelong glare. "The only ill effects I'll feel are when I look in the mirror." He shook his head, chuckling as he and Charlotte headed toward the exit. He then paused just before the doors as they parted. "And Rue?"

 

"Yes, luv?" She flashed a toothy grin.

 

"Thanks." He gave a rueful smile, then disappeared with the junior officer in tow.

 

Wydown waited a few beats, silently counting down the seconds until she felt she was safely alone in the surgical suite. She then sagged against the biobed. Layers of denial about "Adam's" vocation, carefully crafted over the years by her and her husband -- ex-husband -- had been flushed down the drain with one odd turn of phrase, one that caused her to catch him out earlier. A common term that had become an 'in-joke' in her circle of friends. So when she heard it, it wasn't so much what he said, but the way he said it that caught her attention.

 

Now she felt like Hercules, holding the world on her shoulders while Atlas took a wee coffee break. The tosser. Rue had even gone so far as to not use or acknowledge Adam's real name, not even when she first put two and two together. It just felt like if she said it, if she acknowledged it was him, the whole situation seemed far too real. Yet, if she failed "Adam", she'd never forgive herself. Nor could she have ever faced Clayton again. All of it was a hard burden to carry, even for an alien nutter like her.

 

She sighed. The Cone of Silence was broken, she thought, and now was the time to use selective amnesia.

 

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Love the logs, guys.

 

"Y'look like a regular on Temptation Lane," she teased

 

Nice Castle reference there, Rue. ;)

Love that show.

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