Reminiscing Past & Present

Posted on Thu Jun 27th, 2019 @ 10:07am by

1,832 words; about a 9 minute read

Mission: What Stalks The Night
Location: Quarters

Almost as soon as she had cleared the door to their quarters, Amélie had unzipped her jacket and shrugged out of it, tossing it in the general direction of the couch, heading in the general direction of their bedroom, one boot being left in her wake and then the other, followed soon after by her top. She could still feel the colour burning her face from her encounter with Vash and she hated the fact that she had let the Orion woman get under her skin.

Not a few moments after the doors opened and in walked Alain with a small container, one of the few that didn't get set to their quarters with the initial batch. He was surprised to see his Wife home, expecting she'd be late home on her first day. He saw the trail of clothing and smiled, his mind expecting to see her slumped on the bed unceremoniously, dead to the world asleep.

Sleep would be wishful thinking. Instead Amelie was in the bedroom, rummaging through a dresser and intermittently sighing with frustration. Her hair was hanging down her back and around her face, obscuring the rest of the room from her view as she continued her search, pulling out one item of clothing after another and shaking them out before tossing them toward the bed and going back to look again.

With container in hand he leaned against the doorframe to the bedroom. "Rough day my love?" He asked seeing that she was clearly on edge given her assault of clothing upon the bed.

"She was wretched!" Amélie exclaimed, spinning around to face him. "Absolutely wretched! And... Ughhh!" she threw her hands up and shook her head. "And I can't find your tshirt," she followed through with a pout. "You know that one I like? With the band on the front? The one I don't like? I know I unpacked it and put it in my dresser and now I can't find it!" Finally, she stopped ranting and looked at him, noticing the container in his hands. "More containers?" she asked resignedly.

"I think this belongs to you." Within contained more of her clothing, including the tshirt she was talking about, underwear, two pairs of almost new shoes and a dress on top. He hoped that the 'present' would help ease her tension.

Taking the container from him, she sat on the edge of the bed and set it next to her, opening it and digging through the contents, tossing them aside as she pulled them out until she finally retrieved the tshirt, her face breaking into a smile as she jumped up and closed the distance between them, rising up on her toes to pull him into a kiss. "You always know how to make me feel better," she said softly.

"I would be a pretty poor Husband if I didn't." He spoke with his hands on her hips to help him not fall over from the energetic pull she gave him. "Now, who is this woman you spoke about?" He asked trying to be the listening Husband to the Wife's woes.

"Let me shower quickly and then I'll tell you.. she's... ughhh!" she sighed, pulling away from him enough to look up into his face. "Will you make me a hot chocolate?" she asked hopefully as she stepped back and turned for the bathroom.

"I will make you a chocolate, if its hot depends on you and how long you take." He spoke watching her walk away then headed himself to the kitchen to make the favoured beverage.

Not even ten minutes later Amélie emerged into the living room wearing his tshirt, her long hair falling damply down her back, a towel in her hands as she kept towelling off her hair. "This woman was awful," Amélie said quietly as she walked across the room. "I don't think I've ever seen someone so angry, or so mean."

This was one of those times where he knew it was better to listen and let her vent than to try and suggest or tell her how to do her job. He walked to her with her hot chocolate in hand, then handed it to her. "Go on."

Taking the hot chocolate, Amélie sank down onto the couch and tucked her feet up under her bottom, making herself comfortable. "From the minute I walked into her room she was angry. I wasn't even trying to treat her, she was angry before I walked in and everyone else in sickbay was busy so I asked if I could help with something while I was waiting for Commander Patrovski." she sighed softly before blowing across the top of her mug and taking a small sip.

"So what do you plan to do?" He asked sitting himself in one of the single suite sofas. He figured he ask that so that she could voice a though or plan, sometimes talking out loud could help.

"I'm going to guess that shoving her out of an open airlock will be frowned upon," Amélie said with a scowl before she sipped her hot chocolate again and sighing. "Part of me wants to just stay away from her and leave her to wallow in her own misery, but I can't do that. I'm going to have to go back. Preferably with a fresh cob'lat and bacon sandwich with Orion fitchorel on the side from Qo'nos."

"Would you like some battery acid with that?" The whole meal sounding a little questionable to say the least. "Where did that selection come from?"

"It's what she wanted," Amélie replied with a shrug. "I knew going into this that I was never going to be popular, most everyone views counselors as wretched, I've heard stories about how hostile people can be, I just never thought I'd see it myself."

"This a member of the crew?" It was hard to think that a serving officer or rating would be this bad especially towards an officer doing her duties.

She shook her head. "Pretty sure she's a civilian. Bar owner?" Amélie lapsed into silence as she sipped at her hot chocolate slowly now that it had started to cool a little.

"Oh." He spoke as he got himself comfortable. "Don't let it bother you, this ship is massive, I doubt all of them at as bad." He added. "Chocolate ok?"

"Perfect," she replied with a smile. "Just like you." She took another sip and sighed softly. "I'm sorry, I've been so busy ranting about how awful my afternoon was, I didn't even ask about your day. Hopefully it was better than mine!"

"A few things here and there at home, something to eat, then got a call from storage that one of our containers was missed. I said I'd collect it but needed the computer to guide me." He replied. "Then again back."

"Well, I'm glad you got it, that part is definitely the highlight of my day," she said with a smile. "This ship is huge, I get lost constantly. It's gonna take ages to learn my way around." she sighed and set her mug on the side table. "We'll be happy here though, won't we?" she asked, looking across at him.

"Of course we will. This is what you wanted, its what you trained for and to be honest, what better ship to start it on than this and all the people on it?" He replied smiling.

"And you? Will you be happy?" There was a hint of genuine concern in her voice as she watched him.

"Of course I will be." He answered. He said from the start that he'd be supportive of her career choices, go where ever she went, be there for her. That position had not changed.

Standing up, she crossed to the single arm chair he was occupying, sitting sideways across his lap, one hand reaching up to brush his hair back from his face and trail down the side of his face. "Good," she said with a smile.

Wrapping his arms around his wife he smiled as he sat back into the chair. His hands resting on her bare thighs as he held her close enjoying the moment. "Have you managed to meet the rest of the staff?" He knew without a doubt that her staff had to be large to care for so many people on board.

"I've met with the Captain, the First Officer, and the Chief Medical Officer, and a few others around the ship, usually when I'm asking for directions because I've gotten lost again," she said with a smile. "I wanted to work out where we were as a department before I started meeting with too many people so I can go in with a complete action plan, so hopefully I'll start on that tomorrow, after I go back and check on Ms Cranky Pants." Resting her head on his chest, Amélie closed her eyes. "Well at least I have you, you always make everything better," she said softly.

"Well I have to have a use, otherwise you might find a younger more useful male in life." Alain replied smiling.

"There's no way anyone could ever replace you in my life," she said, tipping her head back to look up at him with a contented smile. "I have loved you since the first time you said my name. No one could ever come even remotely close to replacing you and I have no desire to even think about putting that to the test, so you're stuck with me my Husband."

"I still remember the time you served a couple at the table and a feisty young cadet groped you. The look on his face when you tossed a glass of water in his face was unforgettable." The look on the Cadet's face in utter shock, never mind the soaked uniform and the beet red look as he was laughed out of the restaurant.

Amélie smiled, closing her eyes again and just reveling in the warmth and comfort of his embrace. "I remember," she said softly. "Though it's not like you didn't have your share of the pretty young cadets after you. Why do you think so many female cadets ate there? Trust me, it was NOT for the food!" She said teasingly.

"I think it was, you saw me after a long shift in the kitchen. Pretty sure I was not an attractive sight with flour or some variety of sauce coating my cheeks and brow." Alain answered, though she was right about the attention as he was aware of it but his own focused towards just one.

Amélie sighed softly, smiling at the memories. "Oh, I remember," she said quietly, one hand reaching up, her fingers winding into his hair at the back of his neck, pulling his head down toward her slightly so she could kiss him. "You always looked good to me. Always."

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