Who Counsels the Counselor?

Posted on Thu Aug 29th, 2019 @ 10:50am by

480 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: What Stalks The Night
Location: Counselor's Office
Timeline: Prior to Explosion

Amélie sat at her desk, reviewing the medical files that had been forwarded to her, though in reality she was only half concentrating on the reports. With a sigh, she set the PADD down and glanced at the photos on her desk, a momentary smile playing on her lips as her gaze settled on the image of her Husband.

It had been 48 hours since they had made the decision to have a baby, a decision that both terrified and exhilerated her in equal measures. It was a big step, not only in their relationship, but in their lives, and it was one she found herself desperately wishing she had someone to share it with.

Her last assignment had been a small ship, they got to know each other quickly and it had created a close bond. The crew had been not just her friends, but her family.

That was the downside with a ship this size, there were so many people, that feeling of closeness was not there. Even in Medical, while everyone appeared to be friendly enough, most of them had worked together for eons and she was the outsider.

Outside of Medical, she was the counselor. Generalized 'persona non grata' to most everyone else.

"Computer, what's the time on Earth?" she asked quietly.

"Please specify the location," came the automated response.

Amélie sighed softly. "Forget it," she said as she pushed her chair away from her desk and stood up. She walked across to the replicator and ordered a hot chocolate and a plate of shortbread cookies. They had become her favourites.

Though she loved the ones that Alain made best, the recipe that he had had programmed into the replicator for her was a close second. Carrying her spoils back to her desk, she picked up one of the shortbread cookies and dipped it in the hot chocolate, watching as the warm liquid seeped into the cookie, discolouring it.

With practiced timing, Amélie picked the cookie up just as it was starting to bend with the liquid and stuck it in her mouth before reaching out and keying in her access code to the ships computer.

"Computer, what is the current location of the USS Blackbird?" Amélie asked, wrapping her hands around the mug and raising it up to her lips to take a sip.

"The USS Blackbird is currently docked at Starbase 412."

"Computer, open a channel to the USS Blackbird - personal quarters of Commander Joseph Caron," Amélie ordered, waiting as the Starfleet insignia displayed on the screen for a few moments before being replaced with a very familiar face.

Amélie smiled, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the desk, a feeling of comfort and reassurance washing over her. "Hi Dad," she said warmly. "Do you have time for a chat?"


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Lieutenant Amélie D'Aramitz
Ships Counselor
USS Dreadnought

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