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Expectations

Posted on Tue Feb 16th, 2010 @ 10:12pm by Commander Lorran Vos

Mission: Removing The Blindfold. Season 1 Episode 5
Location: USS MacArthur / Captain's Ready Room
Timeline: Present

Vos looked up from where he was leaning against his desk in the captain's ready room when the door chime sounded. "Come in, Krissy." he prompted Mason, who he knew would be outside. He had taken a turn in the sonic shower and changed into a fresh uniform since his small workout in the holosuite, and once again looked like a professional Starfleet officer. When he was sitting still he could almost pass for your average Academy graduate. It was only when Vos moved that the subtle distribution of his weight, the slight swagger to his step, and the predatory tilt to his posture became evident. At the moment, he seemed almost casual.

The Commander didn't insult Krissy with a smile or greeting her by her new rank. He did gesture toward the chair that sat in front of the desk, however, making it clear that she should take a seat. They needed to have a small discussion.

Herself too, freshly cleaned and more subdued wordlessly took the offered seat barely moving her downcast gaze.

Hours in solitude had given the women plenty to thinking space reflection and soul searing plus Doug Swinton's unexpected visit had punched holes into her normally billowing sails. She knew now sitting waiting for Vos to dress her down once more that this had been coming for a very long time. Beverly couldn't find the courage to do this act herself or she had simply turned a blind eye to Krissy hostile attitude having been severing together for a number of years. Now that friendship was breaking down Crawford had been rolled in to straighten the kinks, move staff around and generally throw her authority around.

A moments silence had passed with agonizing slowness. She could feel Vos studding her giving he cause to wonder if this was the same man who bought her coffee, offered to be her friend weeks ago before hell descended upon them. Now a simply remedy such as coffee would not be enough to sooth her, she was in need of something much stronger.
Still, she bit the bullet, raised her eye line to Commander Lorran still not speaking since they both knew very well where this charade was going.

"You're looking at me like I'm going to rip your head off, Krissy." Vos noticed. "I suppose that's not unreasonable, given the circumstances, but I've had my fight for today. As have you, I think." he added pointedly.

Mason's eyes lowered. She would have preferred if Vos had torn into her, for his soft controlled tone was far more cutting then an argument. Disappointment was clearly written upon his face.

"Look," he sighed, "I read the report. I haven't even met Captain Crawford yet, so I don't know if she deserved it or if you were just having a tantrum, but the fact remains that you crossed the line. You're lucky she's not bringing you up on charges and having you thrown out of Starfleet. So I'm not going to countermand her orders, but as far as I'm concerned we'll leave that problem at the station behind us."

Mason shifted slightly in her seat remained silent. That was easy for him to say, he never quarried with anyone, or least not publicly where she could not make it though a day without raising her voice.

"What I need from you now, Lieutenant, is you at your best. I need the hell bent for leather first officer and tactical officer that I've come to expect from you, because without her we may not make it home from this mission." Vos cut to the chase, standing up from his desk and starting to walk around her chair. "I need you to do your job and be damn good at it. I need to know that you're going to do your duty and behave in a manner that honors that uniform. I need the woman that I've come to rely on with her hands on the phaser controls ready to kick some Gorn and Tholian ass."

Vos circled around until he stood next to Krissy's chair and knelt down so he could look her in the eye. "Are you with me, Krissy?"

He certainly wasn't dancing around the bush, Krissy thought. During his speech she hadn't moved just allowing his words to penetrate her defeated and dejected soul. Then, finally only once he had entered her personal space to bore into her eye did she move.

In their service together these two officers had never sat this closely before now. Every flaw in his sun blushed skin was visible, every crease, every eyelash spelt calm and authority of a man whom endured much agony. He had overcome a large number of obstacles to make him the man he was before her. Yet where was she? Still edgy about her dark past, still ready to lash out when any reference was made. Vos had moved on, but she had not, she couldn't let go.
What would happen if she did? Would she be more like Vos and Zeek - balanced?
It was time, she realised in a blink. She had been carrying this burden too long, it was time to let it go.

Oddly the notation of being free from her ghostly past motivated her, bringing changes to her body language and caused something to shift behind her cold eyes.

"Yes," she spoke answered Vos' question. "I'm with you as always."

Vos grinned his trademark grin. "I never had any doubt. I just wanted to hear you say it." he said as he stood up. Vos gave Krissy a comradely hand up from her chair and pulled her to her feet. "Now, you've got a tactical department and we've got a thrown-together crew to manage. I'll be relying on you for a hell of a lot this time, Krissy. I want your report on the readiness of our defensive systems on my desk in one hour and a timeline of how you intend to get this young lady ready for a brawl in two. I'll be on the bridge giving ordering the rest of my officers about like a relentless dictator." he chuckled. "Do you have anything to add, Lieutenant?"

"No, I that just about covers it," Krissy nodded. "And thank you for your vote of confidence."

"Don't thank me yet. We're going to get pretty busy before this is over. Dismissed." Vos replied.

 

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