Doctor, Doctor
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stardate64783Title: Doctor, Doctor (Formally The Misadventures of a Mary Sue -OR- U.S.S. Crazypants)
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rated: Um...
Notes: Because I, too, can fall into the mary-Sue trap.
Summary: If Dr. Linh had to decide anything, it was that the entire senior officer crew of the Enterprise were out of their minds.
Introductions should be made
The day she beamed aboard the (in)famous U.S.S. Enterprise, the senior officers were there to greet her. She met the gaze of the whispered legends around Starfleet. Dr. Leonard McCoy, Captain James T. Kirk, Commander Spock. At the panel sat Montgomery Scott with a large smile.
"Dr. Linh, I presume? Welcome to the U.S.S. Enterprise." Kirk flashed a smile and reached out to her. She politely shook his hand. "Can I tell you how honored we feel having you here to relieve Bones of some of his duties?"
She looked at the disheveled looking doctor for a minute. "Last thing you need to do is kiss up to me with fake formalities." she muttered. "Just show me my quarters and my office and you can get back to killing yourselves."
Spock's eyebrow perked. "A most astute observation considering you've been on board for a total of 5 minutes and 23 seconds." he remarked.
"I've gone over your files briefly when Admiral Pike approached me with the post." She looked at the captain square in the eye. "No one's crazy enough to jump on board with Jim Kirk. Hero status notwithstanding." Sandra sighed. Really. No one wanted to get on and STAY on the Enterprise. Everyone just wanted in the crews' pants. Speaking of which...
The commander was staring at hers.
"Is there a problem, Commander Spock?"
"You're defying Starfleet uniform regulations." he replied.
"That I am."
"I would like to inquire why you are doing so."
"I'd rather not flash people, Commander. Least of all Captain Manwhore." she quipped. "Now are we going to hang out in the transporter all day or am I going to be shown places?"
The doctor gave a short bark of a laugh. "I like her already!"
"Of course, Ensign Richards will show you to your quarters and later on, your office." the captain replied. "And...really? Captain Manwhore?"
"If only you knew." she replied before following the red shirt out of the room.
Her quarters were small, sparse. Sitting room, bedroom, bathroom. It worked for her. When she walked over to her would be office, she realized that it was as if they had sectioned off an exam room from sick bay. There was a desk, a chair, and a rather comfortable looking couch. Picking up a PADD, she sat down in her chair and began to review the profiles of those on board.
She snorted after glancing at a few. "Of course. They're all geniuses." Sandra twirled the stylus in her fingers. The chime rang. "Come."
A curious head covered in curls poked in. "Dr. Linh, da?" he called out.
"Yes." Sandra looked down at her PADD, cycling through the profiles before the picture matched the man in her office. "Ensign Chekov?"
A bright smile crossed his features and he fully entered the room. "You have office hours now, yes?" he asked.
She motioned him to the couch. "Yup. Always here."
Patient 001: T'Plhlo
Apparently, they were due course for New Vulcan. Vulcans were experts at keeping their emotions away from all eyes. So Sandra was shocked when she saw a woman with a blank expression and pointed ears stand outside her office. "May I help you?" she offered.
The woman turned towards her. "I understand you are the psychologist on board."
"Yes? I'm Dr. Sandra Linh." The woman gave her a once over, as if not believing the smaller woman. "Well if you're going to stand there all day, by all means, do so." With that, she brushed past the stoic woman and walked into her shoebox of an office.
The woman followed her and sat primly on the couch. "I am called T'Plhlo. I also understand that there is a verbal patient/doctor confidentiality contract."
"Yes there is." Sandra replied. "Is there something I can help you with, T'Phlooloo?"
"T'Plhlo."
They sat in silence.
"I lost my child on Vulcan. I believe my meditation practices have not sufficed in purging the...separation."
"I see." Sandra leaned back in her chair. "Lock doors. Soundproof." She watched as T'Plhlo's eyebrow raised slightly. "No one can enter this room without the proper emergency code. No one will be able to hear anything. As a part of doctor/patient confidentiality, I will not divulge the details of this session without your expressed permission."
T'Plhlo nodded. Sandra patiently waited. "He was my son." she whispered steadily. "My mate had gone to retrieve him from the children education center." And for hours, it was like that. Sandra sat quietly as her patient laid on the couch. Her face and body betrayed no emotion. Vulcans didn't cry.
When Captain Kirk's voice filtered over the speaker in her office, T'Plhlo was already refreshed.
Sandra had no idea when she had actually had dozed off. It was at the insistent chiming when she snorted uncharacteristically and bolted up in her seat. Stoic, depressed Vulcans were extremely draining. She rubbed her face. "Enter." she called out.
"Hello, Doctor! Is me!" crowed Chekov. "I bring bread and cheese for you." He set the platter on her desk and sat down on a stool. "We talk."
She groaned and rubbed her face some more. "Time 'sit?" Looking over at her chronometer, she narrowed her eyes. "Don't you normally get the gamma shift? And isn't it nearly," she yawned. "alpha shift anyway?"
"Just got off." He sliced off a piece of bread and set a square of cheese on top of it. "We talk, yes?"
She gratefully accepted the offering. "What can I do for you, Mr. Chekov?"
"No no no." he replied with his mouth full. "You call me Pavel."
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rated: Um...
Notes: Because I, too, can fall into the mary-Sue trap.
Summary: If Dr. Linh had to decide anything, it was that the entire senior officer crew of the Enterprise were out of their minds.
Introductions should be made
The day she beamed aboard the (in)famous U.S.S. Enterprise, the senior officers were there to greet her. She met the gaze of the whispered legends around Starfleet. Dr. Leonard McCoy, Captain James T. Kirk, Commander Spock. At the panel sat Montgomery Scott with a large smile.
"Dr. Linh, I presume? Welcome to the U.S.S. Enterprise." Kirk flashed a smile and reached out to her. She politely shook his hand. "Can I tell you how honored we feel having you here to relieve Bones of some of his duties?"
She looked at the disheveled looking doctor for a minute. "Last thing you need to do is kiss up to me with fake formalities." she muttered. "Just show me my quarters and my office and you can get back to killing yourselves."
Spock's eyebrow perked. "A most astute observation considering you've been on board for a total of 5 minutes and 23 seconds." he remarked.
"I've gone over your files briefly when Admiral Pike approached me with the post." She looked at the captain square in the eye. "No one's crazy enough to jump on board with Jim Kirk. Hero status notwithstanding." Sandra sighed. Really. No one wanted to get on and STAY on the Enterprise. Everyone just wanted in the crews' pants. Speaking of which...
The commander was staring at hers.
"Is there a problem, Commander Spock?"
"You're defying Starfleet uniform regulations." he replied.
"That I am."
"I would like to inquire why you are doing so."
"I'd rather not flash people, Commander. Least of all Captain Manwhore." she quipped. "Now are we going to hang out in the transporter all day or am I going to be shown places?"
The doctor gave a short bark of a laugh. "I like her already!"
"Of course, Ensign Richards will show you to your quarters and later on, your office." the captain replied. "And...really? Captain Manwhore?"
"If only you knew." she replied before following the red shirt out of the room.
Her quarters were small, sparse. Sitting room, bedroom, bathroom. It worked for her. When she walked over to her would be office, she realized that it was as if they had sectioned off an exam room from sick bay. There was a desk, a chair, and a rather comfortable looking couch. Picking up a PADD, she sat down in her chair and began to review the profiles of those on board.
She snorted after glancing at a few. "Of course. They're all geniuses." Sandra twirled the stylus in her fingers. The chime rang. "Come."
A curious head covered in curls poked in. "Dr. Linh, da?" he called out.
"Yes." Sandra looked down at her PADD, cycling through the profiles before the picture matched the man in her office. "Ensign Chekov?"
A bright smile crossed his features and he fully entered the room. "You have office hours now, yes?" he asked.
She motioned him to the couch. "Yup. Always here."
Patient 001: T'Plhlo
Apparently, they were due course for New Vulcan. Vulcans were experts at keeping their emotions away from all eyes. So Sandra was shocked when she saw a woman with a blank expression and pointed ears stand outside her office. "May I help you?" she offered.
The woman turned towards her. "I understand you are the psychologist on board."
"Yes? I'm Dr. Sandra Linh." The woman gave her a once over, as if not believing the smaller woman. "Well if you're going to stand there all day, by all means, do so." With that, she brushed past the stoic woman and walked into her shoebox of an office.
The woman followed her and sat primly on the couch. "I am called T'Plhlo. I also understand that there is a verbal patient/doctor confidentiality contract."
"Yes there is." Sandra replied. "Is there something I can help you with, T'Phlooloo?"
"T'Plhlo."
They sat in silence.
"I lost my child on Vulcan. I believe my meditation practices have not sufficed in purging the...separation."
"I see." Sandra leaned back in her chair. "Lock doors. Soundproof." She watched as T'Plhlo's eyebrow raised slightly. "No one can enter this room without the proper emergency code. No one will be able to hear anything. As a part of doctor/patient confidentiality, I will not divulge the details of this session without your expressed permission."
T'Plhlo nodded. Sandra patiently waited. "He was my son." she whispered steadily. "My mate had gone to retrieve him from the children education center." And for hours, it was like that. Sandra sat quietly as her patient laid on the couch. Her face and body betrayed no emotion. Vulcans didn't cry.
When Captain Kirk's voice filtered over the speaker in her office, T'Plhlo was already refreshed.
Sandra had no idea when she had actually had dozed off. It was at the insistent chiming when she snorted uncharacteristically and bolted up in her seat. Stoic, depressed Vulcans were extremely draining. She rubbed her face. "Enter." she called out.
"Hello, Doctor! Is me!" crowed Chekov. "I bring bread and cheese for you." He set the platter on her desk and sat down on a stool. "We talk."
She groaned and rubbed her face some more. "Time 'sit?" Looking over at her chronometer, she narrowed her eyes. "Don't you normally get the gamma shift? And isn't it nearly," she yawned. "alpha shift anyway?"
"Just got off." He sliced off a piece of bread and set a square of cheese on top of it. "We talk, yes?"
She gratefully accepted the offering. "What can I do for you, Mr. Chekov?"
"No no no." he replied with his mouth full. "You call me Pavel."
