Disciplinary Action SD 10308.15 pt 2

[MajorZStarDust 0]

Hayden pushed him forward and started cutting off the blood soaked bandages. "This," she said briskly, "meaning the uniform?  This, meaning the lacerations on your back and abdomen?  What about a head wound that would explain your behavior."

 

    "No.. well, I don't think so. That new sickbay doc only wanted to know what kind of knife I got stuck with, like I could see it. He never bothered to tell me what all my wounds were."

 

    "If you had stayed in sickbay like you were supposed to, you might have gotten a full report. Not that it would have gotten through that thick skull. Now," she said as she started to gently peel away the blood soaked bandage, "what's with the uniform, Major?"

 

    "It fits. Well, it did, before your slice and dice rou-" Ziggy stopped himself from yelping as Hayden ripped away the remaining bandage.  "-tine. That hurt!"

 

    Hayden was unapologetic. "I repeat, if you had stayed in sickbay. Of course, if you weren't such a medical challenge..."

 

    "You wouldn't love me so much," he jokingly interrupted.  As Hayden started cleaning his wounds, he quit talking and ground his teeth. She was being gentle, but he had suppurated all over his chest and back, and there was only so much she could do. There was a soft hiss and he felt his wounds go numb from the hypospray.

 

    "I will admit you keep my field skills intact." Hayden stared intently as she began repairing stitches and putting new ones in. "Now ... uniform."

 

    "Ah ... well, you know what they say about women going gaga over a marine uniform."

   

    "You are not a woman, at least not the last time I checked."

 

    "Been checking?" He tried to turn and grin at her, but she made him hold still so she didn't lose a stitch. "I meant, they love a Marine, IN uniform."

 

    "I've never noticed you having a problem attracting women."

   

    "Other than you..." She smacked his shoulder. "I want off my TDY to Fleet."

   

    "Why? Something wrong with being on the bridge, or is it just those of us in Fleet uniforms?"

   

    "I'd rather see you out of the fleet uniform-" The whap on the back of his head made the room spin. "Ow! No.. nothing wrong with a Fleet uniform, or being on the bridge. I like tactical, and I loved being helm."

 

    "Well, I know that it can't be some male urge to blow things up, you get to do plenty of that at tactical. And make a bigger boom."

 

    "I belong with them, Dac. I've been flirting with being a Marine my whole career, back and forth with being a Fleet officer. I guess having all the marines on board made me realize that's where I belong, where I've always belonged."

 

    Hayden finished up with the stitches on his back and placed a bandage over the wound.  "Lean back now so as I can have a look at your chest."  Ziggy opened his mouth to say something but Hayden waved a needle in front of his face effectively cutting off any comment.  She leaned forward, taking in the work her colleague had done.  "Looks like that new doctor did a fine job putting you back together. You only split a few surface sutures." She knelt down on the floor in front of him and began cleaning his chest.

 

    Her fingers worked deftly, repairing the surface sutures.  Satisfied with her work, she set the needle down and applied a fresh bandage and then settled back on her heels looking up at Ziggy, "So tell me, what is it that you want?"

 

 

Lieutenant Commander Ziggy StarDust

Tacitcal Officer

USS Arcadia, NCC-1742-E

 

Commander Hayden "Dac" Dacotah

First Officer

USS Arcadia, NCC-1742-E