An Anomaly

Posted on 05 Mar 2014 @ 5:46pm by Lieutenant Olsam Mott & Petty Officer 1st Class Victarion Jaqen

1,517 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Episode 05 - Solstice
Location: Starfleet Medical, San Francisco, Earth
Timeline: MD 07 - 0800 hrs

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Olsam had his array of medical equipment spread out on top of the medcart like utensils at a state dinner. Every tool was perfectly aligned, every scanner in its place, every hypospray locked and loaded. Oh, he was ready. Readier than ready. He was readiest. Readiest for whatever might come charging through that door.

A yeoman scheduling a captain for a medical exam, he scoffed. Whoever heard of such a thing. And then volunteering for their physical examination. Even more suspicious. Yes, something was definitely afoot. Why didn't he have to chase the yeoman down? Sedate him and drag him back for a few scans? Willingly submitting yourself to Starfleet's most comprehensive set of biometric scans definitely meant you had something to hide.

Victarion smiled as he looked around the area as he walked in, surprised by the size. He had never been at Starfleet Medical before. But it was always good to see new things. He wore his uniform, having made sure it was clean and presentable. He had tried to tame his hair, but the dark curls had given up on his ministrations and instead decided to live their own life. His blue eyes took everything in with something close to awe, before he spotted the blue Doctor. He walked over to him, giving him a small smile. "Doctor? Am I on time?" he asked, despite knowing he was exactly where he was supposed to be at the right time. He observed the almost OCD like quality of neatness around him and approved. There was a place for every single strand of equipment.

"Yes, exactly on time," Olsam noted, looking at the chronometer. Disturbingly on time. "So, just a standard pre-deployment examination, yes? No medical complaints to speak of? Headaches? Trouble breathing? Inability to hold a solid shape, whispered thoughts from the Borg Collective, midnight dreams with Section 31, or exposure to Romulan mind control technology?"

Victarion's eyes widened at the list and he gave a confused smile at the list the man had given him. "No...no headaches or troubles breathing. I...certainly nothing from the Borg, no dreams of anything Intelligence related and last Romulan I saw looked a lot worse for wear. Just a medical check up. Please."

"Mm-hmm, not a problem, just a standard medical checkup," Olsam said, grabbing the medical tricorder and detaching its sensor wand. He began moving the wand very slowly and thoroughly around key sections of Victarion's body, eyeing the results of the scan on his tricorder very closely. "So, how long have you been aboard the Galileo? Were you Commodore Saalm's yeoman before the command change?"

"I've been serving for...awhile. And yes, I served under the Commodore before her promotion," Victarion said as he stayed still, his eyes on Olsam. He finally gave a small smile. "She is a remarkable woman."

"Yes, I've heard many people make the same assessment," he replied, looking distracted and frustrated by the results. He accessed the computer terminal for a more in-depth analysis of the scan; once complete, he sighed. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with you."

"Good," Victarion smiled warmly, holding his eyes for a long moment as he studied the man. "You seem...almost disappointed..." he pointed out, his voice gentle. Surprised, even.

"Well, I was pretty sure you were a spy or an infiltrator or something like that," Olsam said, replacing and tidying up some of the medical equipment. He did sound disappointed. "I've never met anyone in a red uniform who willingly submitted themselves to a medical examination, much less foisted over the captain to be scanned and probed. I thought for sure you had something to hide. Instead, you're just an anomaly!"

"Ah..." he looked down, shaking his head as he considered it for a long moment. "I do not mind doctors. I am not scared of it. If something is wrong, it can be healed. And everything is temporary..." he searched his face for a moment. "As for the Captain, I know it needs doing and I do not care if he disapproves. It is simply...regulations."

Olsam huffed. "Well maybe others could take a cue from you, making him do what he needs to do. I tried to relieve him of command! But noooo, let him stay in charge like a ticking time bomb of Borg trauma, they told me."

"Wrong approach...with all of them. Don't threaten...or reason. Just...manipulate," he said teasingly, holding his eyes for a long moment. "He needs to follow the rules, but it is easier when they believe it is their idea."

"Well that's pretty much what Commander Blake said," Olsam complained. "I'm just not very good at being manipulative. It's not in my nature! Especially not as a doctor. I'm accustomed to people doing what I tell them to do for their health, or I sedate them and do it anyway. It's a pretty good system."

"Works for a doctor," Victarion said as he smiled gently, chuckling softly. "Not when dealing with the Command staff..." he winked, smiling almost sweetly.

Olsam eyed the Argelian for a moment as if he wasn't quite convinced; he was pretty sure he could sedate a captain. Maybe distract him with a progress report and then jab him in the neck with a hypo. He shrugged and turned to the computer terminal, updating the personnel file to reflect the medical examination. "You seem exceedingly nice, Mr. Jaqen. Are you sure you shouldn't be a counselor?"

"I would make a dreadful counsellor...I forgive too easily," he said teasingly, smiling gently to the other man before taking a breath. "I see no reason why I should be mean. My personality is a bit more...open and accepting."

"I think the universe could use a lot more open and accepting people. Say, are you married? I have two unmarried sisters, they're very pretty and blue," Olsam said enthusiastically. "I could introduce you, if you'd like. Or...uh...one unmarried brother..." He stumbled a bit, watching the change on the yeoman's face. "He's not quite as pretty or blue, but he's a very successful market analyst at the Bank of Bolarus!"

Victarion smiled gently at that, his eyes softening as he reached to touch his arm. "I appreciate it. I...sort of have my eye on someone though," he admitted and he was embarrassed to find himself blushing. "But if it doesn't work out, send your brother my way. If he is anything like you personality wise, he will make up for the fact he isn't quite as pretty or blue." He winked and pulled back, his eyes shining.

Olsam blushed a little bit, but the comment was largely lost on him in his anxiousness to rush into his question. "Who do you have your eye on? Maybe I know them! Or know someone who knows them. I can help out! I'm pretty good at helping out. Gift recommendations, date ideas, poetry consultations, pheromone hyposprays..."

He laughed at that, unable to hold it back as he smiled. "I...think I can do with some help for gifts, once I get to that stage. For now, we are...dancing," he said, finding it the best way to describe what he and Kohl were doing.

"Dancing? Like, dancing-dancing?" Olsam said, swaying to and fro in a mock waltz while he spoke. "Is that some kind of Argelian mating ritual? Oh my...Great Ocean...I hope I didn't just initiate it." The doctor stopped dancing immediately, looking concerned. "I'm sorry if I did. You aren't entitled to half my property under Argelian law now, are you?"

"That would be amazing if that was the case," Victarion said but shook his head. "No, we are quite safe in that respect. We will tell you when you have accidentally bonded yourself to us for life..." he winked, playfully.

"You know, sometimes they don't tell you. I once had to appear in a Rhoisian court of law because somehow when I held my patient's hand that meant we were married, and then she tried to divorce me because the ship was leaving. They tried to claim the whole ship as my property!" Olsam huffed. "I love one species as much as the next, but you'd think we could all agree on the common courtesy of telling one another when we are and are not married to each other."

He took a deep breath and puffed it out. "But, anyway, you just let me know when things start working out with your mystery man. I'll even give him a discreet, complete scan to make sure he doesn't have any weird genetic defects." Olsam lowered his voice to a whisper. "You can never be too careful."

"Of course...and I appreciate that," he said and smiled to Olsam, with easy warmth and mirth. He liked this man. He could be a good friend, he could see that.

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Lieutenant JG Olsam Mott, M.D.
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

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Petty Officer 1st Class Victarion Jaqen
Yeoman
USS Galileo

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