And It Was All Unspoken

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And It Was All Unspoken

 

Midshipman Ron Lunn and Midshipman Mithraia Coeur Joint Log

USS Agincourt, NCC-81762

 

Ron was led into a private room in sickbay by one of the nurses. He hopped up on the bed and ran his hand across its surface, for some reason thinking about how smooth it was. He hated physicals, it cut out of his time that he could be fooling around on the holodeck, or playing cards with friends, or sitting alone making up songs on his guitar.

 

"Doctor Coeur, your next physical is waiting for you in Room 2." The nurse said as she handed a PADD to Mia. She didn't even glance at it as she kept walking past the nurse.

 

"Thank you, Nurse," she came up to the door and rounded the corner just a bit, and spied who the patient was: the charming engineer, Ron Lunn. Blinking quickly, she stepped back before she could be seen and hovered next to the door, "Ooh.. okay. Okay. It's fine. It's just a physical. Be .. be professional, Mia."

 

Ron looked around the room for something to amuse himself with, he wondered why he always had to wait when he came to sickbay, he was scheduled, they knew he would be there. He saw a hypospray lying on the table but didn't pick it up, remembering the last time he had played with one Mia had warned him it could be filled with a virus. Instead he lifted his head and stared at the ceiling, wondering if sickbay gave him ADD. He wondered if Mia was on duty, he had enjoyed their date, he always felt more nervous around her than he did around other women and he wanted to figure out why that was.

 

After taking a deep breath, she rounded the corner once again and stepped into the room. The door slid closed behind her, "Ron .. so, .. so you need a physical? I .. I am surprised you missed .. one when you first boarded."

 

She bit her lip slightly and walked over to the biobed, pressing the controls on the side to get all his stats monitoring.

 

Ron smiled when Mia entered the room. "Well, I was just waiting for the right woman to come along to give me one," he joked.

 

Her skin felt flushed for a moment, and Mia realized her face was probably as red as her hair. She chuckled a bit, trying to be professional, "I .. I suppose that is me then."

 

She opened her tricorder and entered a few commands, "Now .. Ron. I'll need you to remove your uniform jacket, if you please. I am going to have to take some blood samples."

 

"Sure thing," Ron slipped off his tunic so he was just in his undershirt which in Ron's case was quite revealing since his shirt clung tightly to his body which gave Mia a good idea of Ron without any shirt at all, he held a bit of vanity when it came to showing his form with clothing. He winked at Mia who was turning a bit red. He held his hands out to his sides, "I'm all yours, do your worst."

 

She felt a bit frustrated at herself; Mia had always prided herself on her excellent bedside manner. She was a complete professional, yet this man had her stumbling over her words, even blushing, it was crazy. Her eyes grazed Ron's form there in his undershirt, and she exhaled a long breath, "Thank.. thank you. Now .. this blood sample won't hurt at .. at all. I promise."

 

"I'm sure your touch is like candy kisses," he smiled and leaned in closer to Mia and in a soft voice said, "I wouldn't place myself in anyone else's hands." Then he leaned back and smiled.

 

She smiled at that, continuing the never-ending blush she was in. Taking a small tool, she reached over to his arm and grasped it lightly, running her finger down the inside of his arm, right at the joint, "Just.. hold still a moment. It will be done in a few seconds." She held the tool there and pressed a button and a hissing sound broke the silence.

 

He wondered why she always tripped over her words so often, words were Ron's strong point, he considered them a tool, you could create or diffuse any situation with them. He wanted for her to say something to him that he was used to, he was a bit at a loss with Mia because she never returned his comments how he was accustomed to having them returned by women.

 

"There.. see, .. that, that wasn't too bad, was it?" She smiled lightly at him, her eyes even having the slightest sparkle in them.

 

He shook his head, "Didn't feel a thing."

 

She found herself staring for a moment. Ron had a gentle face, at least it seemed that way to her. He wasn't pushy, or arrogant. Confident? Yes, but not overbearing. Mia could find herself enjoying his company every time they were in each other's presence, even when they just passed each other in the corridor.

 

Deep down, she almost thought that she could trust him in the future. It was hard for her to build up her trust; but he seemed to be bypassing all her security walls,

 

"Ah.. erm, I'm just going to scan your body.. make.. make sure you are in working order. .. but I am sure you are. You.. you look like you are in perfect health."

 

Ron paused for a second and distantly stared at her with a smile on his face, he was trying to decide whether her comment was a flirt or just her being a doctor. At a loss for an answer he just said, "Well thank you." He stopped for a moment and watched her do her scans. He debated what to say next, "You know, there is a slight problem..."

 

Her eyes refocused on his and she blinked, ".. a problem? What.. what problem?" A ton of things whirled in her mind. Had she said something wrong? Had she done the scan wrong? What? What could be wrong?

 

"Come here," he said softly as he slid two of his fingers under her hand and led her towards him. He placed his other hand on her hip and waited to see her reaction. Despite feeling a bit scared, and her heart jumping wildly in her chest, she didn't fight back at all. She almost held her breath for a moment; but did remember to inhale again when she realized this was actually happening. He pulled her in closer so that she was between his legs, with his fingers he lifted her hand and placed it on his chest, putting his hand on top of hers and pushing it into him so she could feel his heart beat.

 

He looked into her eyes which were looking down at his chest, he smiled, "I was wondering why my heart rate seems to increase when I'm around you. I've never really had that happen before, it's almost like... I'm nervous or something."

 

Mia glanced up at his face, a bit shocked at hearing what she was, "I .. I .. maybe.. maybe it's anticipation.. or ..something.." she found herself trailing off. She hadn't expected this, not at all. But she had to confess something herself, “.. I get that.. that way too." Mia's voice was small; almost a whisper.

 

"Look at me," he said it in a soft voice that wasn't commanding at all, he raised his hand that had been on top of hers, up to her chin and pulled her in to look into his eyes. "Don't be afraid of me, Mia. I want to know you, you don't have to be nervous around me, just tell me what it is that pops into that cute red head of yours, ok?" His hand that was on her waist went into her own hand and his thumb gently caressed it.

 

She blinked her icy blues at him. She had never heard anyone really say that to her before, at least, not in this kind of situation. Mia nodded slightly and relaxed just a little in his arms, ".. I .. well, okay.. Ron. I'll .. I'll try my best."

 

She smiled slightly, it was a big thing for her to say. Though she had to wonder why a man like this would be interested in a meek thing like her. To her, it was a complete mystery. The thing she didn't know was that it was just as much a mystery to him as well. What neither one realized was that while Mia covered up her demons with her shyness, trying to hide from people, Ron covered up his demons with his forwardness, choosing to hide in the open.

 

He smiled, "Good..." He lifted her hand up and linked his fingers into hers. He looked at the hands, thinking about how this is the type of picture that made artists famous, when they could capture simple moments like this that held so much. The human condition was really tenderness, he thought. For all the violence and pain that hands could inflict, they could also say more gentle words than any language could, and that overshadowed everything else. This was a picture, he thought, his hand in Mia’s, her hand in his. He painted the image in his mind, better than any great artist.

 

Mia's sleeve had slipped back a little, and Ron was so caught in the moment that he hadn't noticed, but it soon caught his attention, he could see the scars on her wrist, but she didn't realize that he had seen them. Her mind was cloudy with so many things. She had nearly forgotten that she was on duty. That he was supposed to be getting a physical. But Mia couldn't help it. It was a moment that seemed to have her captive.

 

She thought about saying something about her being on duty, about it being Sickbay, but none of the words could escape her lips. She was oblivious to Ron sighting the physical scars that she tried to hide. His hand left her chin and wrapped gently around her wrist, his touch gave of a warmth that sunk into her skin, then she realized that he had seen it. He looked up at her with a puzzled look.

 

It took a moment for Mia to realize that Ron had spied the hidden markings of a haunted past. She stiffened up a bit as he held her wrist. He wasn't hurting her at all, she was just afraid of what he would ask. Her eyes caught his, and she had a fearful look; glistening with tears not yet ready to be shed.

 

Ron could read every emotion that she holding in that glance, he was good at that. He didn't understand where the feelings came from, but he did know the feelings. His expression lightened to a look that he would give a newborn child. His hand left her wrist and slowly glided up to brush a strand of Mia's fiery hair behind her ear. Neither one said anything, but Mia was amazed at how Ron seemed to be speaking to her without ever parting his lips. His eyes that were filled with confusion for a moment, were now filled with a softness that said, "It's ok."

 

Then his hand went to the back of her head and he pulled her in so they were cheek to cheek. Slowly, his head turned a bit, she could feel his nose ridges against her skin, and then he tilted his head back and placed his warm lips on her cheek, bringing back the colour that had been flushed by fear.

 

The stiffness in Mia's body released in one soft exhale as she felt his kiss to her cheek. She couldn't understand it, she couldn’t explain it. Being this close to someone, it wasn't her. She couldn't handle it normally, yet she couldn't think of one thing to make her pull away at this moment. Ron felt comforting to her, like a warm blanket on an icy day. She pulled back so she could look into his eyes. She couldn't say anything, but she also felt she didn't need to, not right now anyways. They had both said what they needed to say. And it was all unspoken.