Dance The Thoughts Away

Posted on 14 May 2012 @ 12:43am by Lieutenant Commander Pola Ni Dhuinn M.D.

1,242 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Episode 01 - Project Sienna
Location: USS Galileo - Holodeck1
Timeline: MD06 0700hours

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Staring at herself in the mirror, Pola watched as the sweat saturated her hair and her leotard. After what had happened with Jonathan earlier, the Doctor had returned to her quarters to try get some sleep but after tossing and turning, realised it just wasn't going to happen. A thought had occurred to her that maybe she could catch up on her dance routines, physically exhaust her body into needing to sleep so it no longer had any choice.

She was an hour into her dance now, her body approaching exhaustion but her mind was still going 90miles an hour. She had choose ballet, the complicated steps not allowing her thought outside of the moves being danced and the physical pushing achieving the exhaustion her body needed, but every time she stopped, the thoughts kept coming back.

The thoughts of her parents, her Grandmother and Jonathan kept running through her mind. She was worried she may have upset the XO by going to him tonight. It had seemed like the right thing to do at the time, she needed company more then anything, she realised that maybe she hadn't given enough thought to Jonathan deserving his own space. She should have left when she realised he wasn't feeling well, she'd given in too easily when he'd begun to probe.

Reaching up a hand to flatten down a piece of hair, Pola watching her image in the mirror. She hadn't been long on the ship and between covering the beta shift, the backlog of medicals and trying to tidy up sickbay following Robin's departure, she hadn't really had time to make friends. Maybe she had been too quick to presume Jonathan might be a friend. It was clear he took his job as XO extremely serious, she got the impression it was difficult for him to view his crew as anything more then that because of his job.

And then, reading into his words the way that she had...that hadn't been fair on him either. Of course he hadn't meant to be malicious or have a want to upset her, how was he to know the truth. To another casual observer his words, Nothing to write home about would have been just that, words, but she had to take it further and try analyse them.

"Mathair Chriona, how proud would you have been of me today, making such a fool of myself?" Smiling to herself, she wondered how her Grandmother would have responded. She would have probable said something along the lines of, Pola, pull up your bloody socks and start worrying about yourself before you worry about others young missus.

Smiling, Pola realised that she could even picture the scowl which would have appeared on her Grandmother's lips before rapidally dissolving into a grin before she would hold out her arms to give her Granddaughter a hug. It was an image she had seen so little of. She had fought against her Grandmother most of her life, fighting out against the pain of abandonment by her parents with her Grandmother being in the firing line. But sometimes, when it all became to much for the young Pola, she gave in and ran into her Grandmother's arms, letting the woman be her shoulder to cry on before it all came back around in a full circle again.

The happy memories were so few and inbetween, but when she could remember them it was like find a small piece of treasure, it became precious and filled her life with hope and with happiness.

The Doctor realised she was being silly. Jonathan was a grown man, he'd have thrown her out if he really didn't want her there, he had that type of temperament.

Pushing herself away from the bar on the wall, Pola balanced herself on the weight at the top of her pointe shoes, "Computer, play Stravinsky's Feu d'artifice, op. 4." As the music started, Pola closed her eyes, regulating her breathing before moving her hands above her head. The music was fast and furious at the start, just what she needed. Immediately pushing herself into a coupe, moving her weight from her right leg to her left leg, Pola then pushed her body into a fast twisting Pirouette, concentrating her spotting on her image in the mirror, to prevent any dizziness from occuring.

As the tempo of the music continued to increase, Pola pushed her body from the Pirouette into a grand jete, jumping from one place to the next before moving back into a pirouette.

The tempo slowed suddenly mid song, causing Pola to drop out of her pirouette to dramatically fall to her knees, lowering her head down towards her hands for two beats before moving her body gracefully back into a standing position on the top of her toes.

As the slow beat continued, Pola moved into a pas de cat, pushing herself off on her left foot, preforming a jump sideways while bending her legs mid air before landing back on her right foot.

As the tempo started to speed up once again, the Doctor pushed her body into the Fouett rond de jambe en tournant position, balancing herself on the flat of her left foot, before pushing upwards to spin on the tip of her left pointe shoe, balancing herself by bending her right foot up against her knee. As she came out of the spin, moving to place her right foot back on the ground, Pola realised too late that she had mistimed coming out of the step.

As the Doctor's right foot came down to rest on the floor, her left foot hadn't come back down to rest on it's flat. The overbalance caused her to fall over slightly, her left foot collapsing to the side in a 90degree angle. Crying out, Pola fell to the ground.

"Computer, stop the music."

As a silence descended around the room, Pola leaned over to touch her ankle, wincing as a flash of pain moved through the bone. Gritting her teeth against the pain, the Doctor used her fingers to probe the site, wanting to ensure she hadn't broken the bone.

She couldn't tell for certain, without having a medical tricorder but she was fairly certain she'd only damaged her ligaments. Crawling over to one of the bars, Pola pulled herself up to her feet, leaning her weight on her right foot and on the bar. Once in a standing position, the Doctor tried to put weight on her right foot but found herself crying out. Quickly realising she wasn't going anywhere she tried to think of what to do.

Going over her current staff in her mind, trying to match people to shifts to see if someone could help escort her to sickbay, getting the damage repaired, Pola's mind kept getting drawn back to one staff member who had the freedom of not really being on a shift, as he needed to be available to people 24/7. Hoping he wasn't currently sleeping or in a meeting.

=^=Doctor Ni Dhuinn to Brayden White; Um..if you are free, would you be able to call to holodeck1 please?=^=

Placing her back against the mirrored wall, Pola allowed herself slide back into a seating position. If worse came to worse, she could always call Jonathan. Laughing to herself, Pola sat and waited for a response.


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Lieutenant JG Pola Ni Dhuinn
Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

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