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Brian Graham

The Yearly

--Joint Duty Log starring Elaine Delgado with a Brian Graham cameo--

"The Yearly"

USS Morningstar

 

Elaine was sitting on her desk when she heard someone come in to sickbay. “I’m in here,” she called out, without looking up from what she was reading.

Turning the corner, Brian seemed a bit disarmed by the sight of her sitting like that, cross-legged on her desk, “....Uh, hello Doctor.”

She looked up and offered a warm smile, asking, “Is there something I can help you with, sir?”

It took a second for Brian to gather his thoughts again, “Ah, yes...well....," and gave up, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Doctor, if you don’t mind me asking, is there something wrong with your chair?”

 

“Not that I know of. I just prefer sitting on my desk,” she told him while moving off of it to stand in front of him. She added, with a smirk, “Do you have a problem with that?”

 

"What?,"concerned suddenly that he may have offended her, Brian quickly spoke. “No, of course not, it’s your office. I just was not expecting it, that’s all.” Changing the subject, he grumbled, “Anyway, I’m here for the annual checkup.”

 

Elaine nodded and moved towards the main area, hands clasped behind her back. “Ah yes, come right this way. You are quite prompt this year, actually. Highly unusual.”

 

“Well, I figure I’d better get it over with. What with it being regulations and all.” He moved to follow her, “Besides, I don’t think I’d be setting a good example if I were a fugitive."

 

“Very true.” Elaine motioned to where he could sit. “Please roll up the sleeve on you right arm and unsnap your top a bit,” she mumbled, having gone through this same routine so many times before. Turning to her tray next to the biobed and looking it over, she continued, “Alright, now for the usual questions. Any unusual pains, changes in your diet or how you feel, et cetera, et cetera?

 

Brian quickly complied with the rolling up of the sleeve as he sat down, and answered, “None.” That got a bit of an eye-roll from Elaine as she turned to take a sample from his arm.

 

“That's what they all say. Well, fine then, I won't ask silly questions like that. How have you been? I don't really get chance to talk to you about anything but work. Have you been getting enough free time?”

 

Thinking about what he had really been doing in his free time, what with the clandestine activities, implications with Starfleet Security and all, he attempted to think of a reply that did not mention them. “Umm, sure.” Brian was suddenly eternally grateful Elaine was not a telepath.

 

Elaine looked at him blankly for a moment before turning to put away the sample. “Alright, go ahead and lie down for me. That’s good, now relax.” She moved over and began pressing on his abdomen and moving his limbs around. “Try to be a little more specific. Understand that as your physician I can order you to stop putting yourself in stressful situations.” She grinned, wondering if he would actually follow an order like that.

 

Lying there, looking up at the ceiling, Brian mused, “That would entail me leaving the quadrant, I think.” Then adding, to chase away Elaine’s startled expression, “No, everything is fine. I am adequately balanced with work and recreation.”

She nodded again and popped him on the belly. “Okay, sit up now and I’ll give you a scan,” she said, reaching for her tricorder. “Remember that you’re a very important part of this crew, and if something happens to you it happens to everyone. So try and take care of yourself, okay?” Grinning, she added “And eat more fruit.”

Doing a double take, Brian blurted out, “What!? I eat plenty of fruit… well, most of the time... alright, alright, more fruit, got it.”

Reaching over to pinch his earlobe, she informed him, “You'll be a more vibrant blue if you eat enough fruit. And by that I mean all kinds of fruit, not just apples or something every single day.”

 

He realized he was busted. How did she know all he ate were apples? Listening to the tricorder and looking at his hand, he mumbled, “I don't know about 'vibrant.' Sometimes it's good to be obscure.”

 

With a wink Elaine agreed, “Being obscure may be good. But only if you're some sort of secret agent. Now, if you want to pick up a nice lady you're going to want to look something other than pasty.” Closing her tricorder with a snap she realized that probably did not sound very nice. “Not that you're pasty, but, uh, well, you are done here. Congratulations, you're good to go until next year.”

 

Brian bristled at that information of secret agent, but jumped off the table. “Excellent. Thank you, Doctor.”

"And try sounding cheerful. I know you have to be the straight-man and all, but it really would help your blood pressure if you breathed a little.” She tossed him a candy. “And you're welcome.”

 

Deftly catching the candy, Brian nodded at her instruction. “Yeah, yeah, duly noted.” Starting to walk out the door, he mentioned, “I'd better get going. I'm almost late for my double shift...” wondering if she would take the bait.

“Oh-ho, you think you're so funny... you just watch it there! Mmhmm you start that and I’ll…you are joking, right?”

”Yes, don't worry. For the record, I'm going to go to the holodeck, prop my feet up, and sit on a beach for a while. With your permission of course.” After she gave a permissive nod to his plans he walked out the door.

 

Elaine stood there for a moment, thinking about the stress that the chiefs had to go through, and how a stressed out chief might act towards their subordinates, friends, and those close to them. Rubbing her forehead and walking back to her desk she wondered how long it would be before she would not have to worry about him and others getting hurt, how long it would be before the only times she saw Brian in sickbay was for his yearly exam.

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