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Pack Your Bags

Posted on Sat Feb 6th, 2010 @ 10:12pm by Lieutenant Thomas Jenkins

Mission: Removing The Blindfold. Season 1 Episode 5
Location: Senior Officer's Quarters

Thomas emerged from the bathroom, having taken a sonic shower in an attempt to clear his head. It hadn't worked very well, his face still puzzled and distraught. He'd donned a civilian outfit that he'd purchased from a tailor on the promenade weeks before. He liked the outfit; the shopkeeper had said it was a historical earth style and urged him against purchasing it in favour of a newer style - but Tom thought recent styles in civilian-wear were ugly. A pair of flat-front khaki pants and a plain, blue collared shirt that buttoned up in the front. Personally, he didn't see why fashion had deviated from the classic look over the centuries.

Tom made his way back into the living room area with his hands full. In one hand he held a padd he'd found when he had picked up the coffee table and end table before his shower. The padd must have been knocked underneath one of the tables or lost amongst another pile of padds on them somewhere - it contained the resignation notice he had tried to pass through Beverly a month earlier when their relationship had become 'involved.' In the other hand was a tall glass of Cardassian Ale, which he'd already refilled a number of times from the small stash he'd quietly procured from Toka just last week. He held the padd between his thumb and forefinger, bouncing it up and down while he stared at it and considered revisions to his previous approach to resigning. He thought about how it was probably wise to wait for Beverly to leave first, or at least to approach their new Captain with it instead. Sighing, he tossed it onto the couch next to a tiny box that already sat there, and refilled his glass from the bottle on the coffee table.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the pile of broken glass, which he'd yet to clean up. Heading back into the hallway and the storage closet it contained, he grabbed a broom and began to sweep it up, beginning to finally feel the alcohol in his system taking over and rebuilding his mental barriers. On his way back from dumping the broken glass in the trash and re-storing the broom, he grabbed the duffel bag that he'd brought with him to the Genesis when he'd been assigned. As he made his way back into the living room yet again, a chirping sound came from the monitor on his desk.

"Who the hell.." He muttered, tossing the duffel bag onto the couch with the padd before making his way to the desk. He'd already made it clear that he wouldn't be returning to duty today, and Sheffield had already taken his position in Ops. Tapping the audio button, he called out with an annoyed tone in his voice. "..What?"

"Tom? There you are!" The familiar voice of the Assistant Chief of Communications came through.

"What do you want, Simon? I'm off duty." Tom sighed, leaning over the desk and speaking into the blank monitor.

"Sorry to bother you, but there's a transmission coming through from Starfleet Command's Science Division."

Tom rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No. Tell them I'm not available."

"I told them that when I couldn't track you down!" Simon came back, matter-of-factly. "They insisted that it was important, though they kept getting your rank wrong.. And your last name, for that matter.."

"SIMON!" Tom tried to get him back on topic. Sighing, he gave in. "Fine, fine. Put them through to my quarters."

Without a word, the screen in front of him went from blank to the Starfleet Insignia, then to the clear-skinned face of Commander Alexandra Bianchi, a rather beautiful brown-haired woman in her mid-thirties. Her blue eyes, which remarkably resembled Tom's, lit up as the screen activated.

"Tommy!!" She screamed, and then paused. "You look like shit."

Thomas rolled his eyes, spinning the screen to face the living room before making his way to the couch. "Now's not the time, Alex." He commented, coldly, before downing the entire contents of his nearly-full glass.

"You're right; the right time would have been over a month ago when you were transferred to the Genesis. When were you going to tell me?" The woman asked, in a manner that closely resembled the approach he'd taken with Beverly earlier - which didn't make him feel any better.

"I've been busy." Tom replied, monotone. Not looking at the screen, he dug through the pile of wrinkled clothes on the couch. He'd dragged the contents of his closet out into the living room while trying to choose a non-uniformed outfit.

"You're telling me!" The woman replied with a bubbly tone to her voice, despite Tom's obvious mood. "First I have to find out that you're not even ON the Genesis, that you've been reassigned to another Starbase." The woman just kept talking. "Which would lead me to assume you slept with another Admiral's daughter, or beat up another delegate - but no! No, I find out that you've not only been given a Senior position on the staff, but that you've been promoted!"

Thomas sighed, tossing a few hideous shirts into the bag before looking up at the monitor. "I was going to call you."

"Bullshit, Tom." She came back with, quickly, squirming in her seat trying to focus on what the hell he was doing. "Since when am I on your shitlist? You can't block me out of your life, little brother."

Tom sighed. "You know I wouldn't do that Alex, you're practically my best friend."

"Damn right I am!" She laughed.

Abandoning the bag he was packing he made his way back to the desk. "Look, I promise I'll fill you in on everything, but this really ISN'T a good time." He stressed, trying to be a bit nicer.

His sister paused, trying to figure out what was going on. "..What did you do now?" She asked, frankly.

"Nothing!" He shot back with, on instinct, before sighing and shaking his head. "I'll fill you in on that, later, too."

Alexandra was quiet again. "I'm worried about you, Tommy."

Tom almost smiled; his sister was the only person who called him Tommy. "I know." Suddenly his mind wandered to matters at hand. "You're still on Earth, right?" He asked, almost frantically.

She looked confused. "Yeah.. why?" She asked.

Thomas looked downward, not wanting to think about the ramifications of war. "Stay there. A war is brewing."

"Damn it, Tom." His sister's face turned serious. "Why do you think I finally tracked you down? You're the one out there in the stars."

Thomas nodded, still not able to look her in the eyes, fighting back the emotions and fears he'd finally contained again.

"Tom," she continued. "Whatever you do, be careful, okay?" She paused longer this time, and for a moment they were both silent. "I don't want to lose another brother."

At the mere mention of his older brother, who he'd hated up until the day he'd died, Tom tried to interrupt. "Alex, please."

He didn't get to finish, the chime on the door to his quarters suddenly interrupting the conversation. He was almost thankful for the interruption. "I have to go." He said, just as suddenly.

"Fine, Tom." The woman realized she shouldn't have mentioned Michael, even in a round-about way. "But call more often, like you usually do?" She spoke quickly, knowing he was about to cut the communication. "And Mom and Dad would love to hear from you too! They miss you!"

"Mom maybe." Tom rolled his eyes. He and his father had only spoken once since his brother's death, and that was during the ordeal that occurred at his graduation ceremony eight years ago - following which he'd changed his last name from Bianchi to Jenkins, his mother's maiden name.

"Bye Alex." He said sharply, noting that the mention of his father was the demise of the conversation, regardless of the chime to his door - which sounded a second time.

"I love you, Tommy." She said, quickly.

"I love you too, Alex." He said honestly, before ending the communication.

The chime rang a third time. Fourth. Fifth. Sixth! It kept chiming! What the hell was going on? As he quickly made his way to the door, it almost sounded like someone was trying to play a tune using the button.

"WHAT THE HE--" He hollered out over the sound of the chimes as he pressed the button, but quickly cut himself off and went silent. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"..Beverly?" He asked, stunned, before the swaying woman hiccuped and lost her balance, falling into his arms. Was she drunk? This day was never going to end.

 

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