Barriers: Joint Log

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He walked into sickbay, his face blank as he stepped lightly toward Jas.

 

"Hi how can I help you"

 

Grinning slightly, he said "I'm having a little trouble sleeping."

 

She said. "Would you like an adozine solution?"

 

"I dont think that medication is the answer to my condition, doctor."

 

"That's the right medication, but you can stay awake, if you like." She said, and began to file a few things.

 

"Perhaps we could both stay awake," he indicates the chronometer on the wall, "it is far past your shift as it is."

 

She smiles lightly. "I have to finish these. You can take a seat if you like, if you want to stay awake."

 

"I was thinking more along the lines of dinner," he said with an eyebrow raised slightly.

 

"Dinner? You can go eat and stay awake, if that is what you want." She said, still filing paper work into her computer terminal.

 

"Perhaps you'd like to join me, filing can be lonely work," he offered.

 

"I know, so you are going to help me file?" She said absentmindedly.

 

Stepping behind her, he puts a hand on her shoulder, "of course, now, should I start here?"

 

She took a step back. "Go ahead."

 

"Ah, it seems you are almost done, just one patient, T'Parek." He noted with pleasure.

 

She sat down and yawned. "Yep. I called her down a few hours ago."

 

He inputs the results of her visit quickly and looks up, " looks like you are free for the rest of the night."

 

"Great."

 

"Are you up for dinner, I had the Chef decant some of the '12 Tokay I had brought onboard last shoreleave."

 

"It's okay." She shook her head slightly.

 

"Tired?" He raised an eyebrow slightly.

 

The doctor stood up and moved to the door. "Mhmm."

 

Taking out a PADD, "perhaps you'd like a bedtime story," indicates the information," it is a monograph on new neural pathway regeneration methods I picked up on Earth." He smiles.

 

She sighed, remember the words and their meaning. "It's out dated."

 

Tossing the PADD on the table, he says, "I suppose that is what happens when you deal with shady researchers." He grins, "Anyways, what makes you so sure?"

 

The topic of neural science somehow interests her, she taps on her computer terminal to bring up an article. "Dr. Tratos wrote the corrections to it, but he said it was too primitive still so he said it was a bad book."

 

"That Tratos is an agitator," he noted with amusment, "he says that about every medical paper, except for his of course."

 

"Of course, you never met the man." She said.

 

"I have read his dissertations, they have some valid points, but he contributes very little as he does not tie everything together in his own papers."

 

"Maybe you read the wrong papers."

 

"Maybe, perhaps you should come over my quarters with the right papers sometime."

 

"Look for it yourself."

 

Raises an eyebrow and says, "I like my idea better."

 

She looked annoyed. "What do you want?"

 

"I want to have dinner with you."

 

"Why?"

 

"After what happened on the Achilles, I realized that... I'm heading for a cliche arent I?"

 

She sighed. "I'm going to my quarters. I want to sleep."

 

He stood there, silently dissapointed.

 

She yawned again and exited sickbay and headed towards her quarters.

 

Looking after her, as she exited sickbay, he whispered to himself three words and stood there for five minutes until he had regained his composure enough to walk to his quarters.