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Down For the Count

Posted on Mon Apr 24th, 2017 @ 4:04am by Lieutenant No Name
Edited on on Mon Apr 24th, 2017 @ 5:06am

Mission: S1E5 - Unknown Territory
Location: Deck 20 - Room 007
Timeline: MD 80; 00:25

Dead middle of Gamma Shift. That was when the ship really came alive. Not everyone knew that, of course. Ryland may manage the shuttle bay by day, but he was the king of the night life.

D15 had been bumping like usual. Ryland, however, had snagged a fine piece of tail from Medical, judging by her clean nails, and snaked her back to his quarters. The devil was in the details, and Ryland knew how to read them like a book. Judging by the way this uptight little nurse was finally letting loose, he knew he had a wild night of unrestrained fun ahead of him.

The two of them stumbled into his quarters, hands running wild across each other's bodies from stem to stern.

"I really need this."

Ryland was trying to ignore the chatty young nurse, but no matter how firm he kept his mouth against hers, she kept at it.

"So do I, darlin'," he grunted back. "So do I."

Hopefully she'd take the hint when he got her to the bedroom. And she did. Once they crossed the threshold, she whirled around and shoved him onto the bed.

"Please don't tell anyone I did this," she said as she began undressing.

"Darlin', don't you worry now," Ryland said. "I can keep a secret."

The little blond nurse hesitated for a second, then grinned with reassurance. "All right... I'll just be a moment."

As she slipped away to use his facilities, Ryland couldn't help but note she had a micro-PADD in the pocket of her outer garments strewn on his floor. He glanced at the door to his bathroom, then went for the PADD without a second thought.

"Ha! Unlocked." Ryland grinned as he began perusing through the open items on her medical log. Most of it was irrelevant jargon relating to checkups, although one particular name stood out next to a pelvic exam.

"Well, lordy," he whispered to himself.

Before he could read more, the PADD was snatched out of his hands.

"Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?" The nurse was clearly no longer in the mood for late night fun. She waved the PADD in his face. "What makes you think you can just rummage through my private things?"

There was no recovering from this. Ryland went ahead and said the first thing that came to mind.

"Wasn't I just about to rummage through something else rather private?"

She slapped him upside his face hard enough to turn his head to one side. "I'm out here, you gronk!"

Ryland had never seen anyone get dressed so fast. And that was saying something.




The night was still young. Even though the nurse had left his quarters, many people had seen them leaving D15 together. If he showed his face again there tonight, what would people think?

He did have an ace in the hole, though. The pro's always do.

Ryland moved over to the computer console near the sitting area outside the bedroom. In a moment, he was preparing a priority one message to none other than Miss Spook. Urgent information. Could not delay. Come at once. All that jazz that Intel officers couldn't resist.

With his message sent, he kicked off his jackboots and sat down on the sofa with his flight pants and fitted, sleeveless undershirt. All there was to do from here was wait. Good things came to those who do so.




An incessant beeping sounded in Cat's quarters and she mumbled something incoherent. The noise didn't stop and she pulled her pillow over her head. "Go 'way," she whispered. "I'm dead. Leave flowers and get out."

When she didn't respond in a few more minutes, the computer chimed in. "Lieutenant Ghatto, there is an urgent message for you."

A curse to make a Klingon proud erupted from Cat's lips and she threw her pillow across the room, slid out from under her covers and went to the terminal. There, she accessed the message and grunted as her eyes focused on the name of the sender. "Dedeker," she muttered. "Come at once, urgent, blah blah blah. If this asshole doesn't have something useful, I'm going to skin him."

She got up and stretched, then headed to get her uniform on all the while muttering evil depreciations under her breath. Instead of leaving immediately, she stopped at the replicator. "Double espresso, double sugar," she requested. When she got her drink, she tossed it back to knock the sleep out of her system and left her quarters.

It was a few minutes later when Cat arrived at Dedeker's quarters and pressed the chime. "Open up so I can gut you," she urged him quietly even though she didn't have a knife on her.

"C'mon in."

Cat entered and saw him lounging on the couch and she really wished she had her energy knife with her.

Ryland didn't get up, but offered a welcoming grin. He sat with chiseled arms sprawled across the back of his sofa and one foot crossed over the other on the coffee table.

"Have a seat, Miss Spook. Thank you for coming on such short notice. 'Tis always a pleasure."

"What do you want, Dedeker?" she all but growled. "And this better be important. Oh, and for the last time, my name is Lieutenant Ghatto, not Miss Spook."

"I thought you spy types liked the codenames." He winked at her, then put his feet down to lean forward. "At any rate, m'lady, I just came across a juicy bit of info that made me think of you. Just had to share it pronto. But first won't you make yourself more comfortable?"

Ryland slid over to one side and patted the cushion next to him. "I promise I won't bite... unless you say 'please'."

"I'm going to bite you and I promise you won't like it if you don't spit out what you have," Cat promised him. "Then I will put a transporter disk on you and beam you off the ship. It is zero dark thirty hours, I am tired, and I have a department to whip into shape. Now out with it."

"Feisty. I can dig biters." Since Cat wasn't going to sit down, Ryland stood up and slowly walked over to her. "I happen to come across something quite interesting." He walked a half circle around Cat to address her from the side, then leaned in so he could speak softer. "Tantalizing, you might say."

She turned when he walked around to her side and took a step back. "Tantalizing?" she asked.

He kept walking until he stood behind her.

"It seems a certain commanding officer is having checkups in Sickbay. Feminine checkups of the maternal variety. Seems our fair captain is with child, or at least in the makings. Naturally I thought of you when I came across such a juicy tidbit."

Cat turned again when he tried to walk behind her again. "Are you serious?" she asked.

Ryland ignored her question as he continued their little dance. He leaned in close enough for his words to grace across her bare neck in a husky whisper.

"I know how you are with secrets."

Cat took a step forward until she was inches away from him and balled her fists at waist level and fought to keep from gritting her teeth. "You. Woke. Me. Up. To. Tell. Me. This?!" she screamed at him. "Who cares if the Captain is pregnant? That's not news that I can use because everyone is going to know sooner or later! Get a dictionary, Dedeker and when you do, look up 'tantalizing' because I don't think you know what it means!"

Ryland could not help but grin at the angry little Intel Chief. Her outburst was beyond arousing.

"I'd say I'm looking at it now."

It was too much; Cat brought her balled fists up but instead of hitting him, she unclenched them and grabbed the front of his shirt. She leaned in and smiled sweetly. "No," she said softly before she brought her right knee up into his groin as hard as she could and pushed him backwards.

Ryland gasped before falling to his knees. His breath came in short, ragged gusts. "I was... hoping... for that to be a little softer and more prolonged."

"Now I see where the conduct unbecoming an officer came from," Cat snarled as she moved over to where he was. "I've looked into your past, Rat Boy and it's full of write ups, demerits and behavior adjustment counseling. I also know that you got busted down for not kissing the ass of an Admiral's son, but that only doomed you, didn't it? You want to play games to get me to your quarters? You're a mouse, Dedeker, and I'm a cat. I will claw you to pieces."

Ryland scoffed at the threat. Having recovered from the low-blow, he stood back to his feet in order to tower over Cat.

"It's one thing to get me below the belt," he began. "I was askin' for it one way or another, and it damn sure ain't the first time I've been rode hard and put up wet. But where I draw the line, Miss Spook, is you stickin' your nose where it don't belong."

It was tempting to yell, but he didn't want to give her the satisfaction. The smug expression stretching across her face said she was having it anyway.

"Our deal was for me to give you any info I can scrounge in exchange for you giving me a heads up when my name gets called, plus maybe a lil' something on the side if the moon is right." His finger was in her face before he knew it. "You don't know nothin' about me, you hear? Nothing."

Cat laughed at him. "Actually, Dedeker, I know everything about you, such as you refusing to obey orders and how that got someone killed. And if you keep that finger in my face, I'm going to bite it off." Her left hand went down and she began to scratch an area at her hip with a look of annoyance.

"What?!" Ryland turned away to stomp back and forth, waving his arms in ranting profanity. When he exhausted himself, he planted his feet back in front of Cat and rubbed his forehead with one hand.
"Just... where do you get off coming in here spewing bullshit reports that any idiot can tell are bogus? If I weren't so pissed, I'd bend you over that countertop and ride you till the morning light, but now, Miss Spook, I wouldn't touch you with ten foot pole."

His flaring nostrils dared her to argue some more.

"You never had a chance to begin with, Dedeker, and you certainly aren't going to bend anyone over any countertop or anything else," Cat said with level certainty. "As a matter of fact, I don't like the way you spoke to me Lieutenant Junior Grade Dedeker and I think that you need to spend some time in the Brig to cool off." She stepped aside and pointed to the door with her right hand. "Go."

"The hell you say," Ryland shot back. "I am off duty in my own quarters, so you can prance your happy ass back to bed before I call Security and have you hauled away for assault. Capiche?"

"Sexual harassment is no joke, Lieutenant Dedeker," Cat said as she raised her left hand to reveal a Type I phaser in it. "Now move. I've had it with you."

"You're the one who whacked me on the pecker a minute ago," Ryland said, his tone a little less cavalier. "Now put that away before I take it personal."

"You're the one who called me here under false pretenses and speaking of that, there's the matter of you offering information on the Captain of this ship to me and I'm quite sure that your past is going to catch up to you here and now," Cat said. "Now we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way."

"The way I see it," Ryland said, "is that you have jackshit on me, so I'm going to give you to the count of three to get out of my quarters before I toss your bitch-ass out and make change."

"Three," Cat said and depressed the firing stud on the Type I phaser at point blank range on a stun setting of three which was enough to render humans unconscious for an hour. "Asshole."

 

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