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Trojan Horse #42-43 - "The Briefest of Encounters"ON: [Corridor outside Sickbay] Hannah strolled along the corridor humming happily. The replicators were just about working properly, she was back in the captain's good books, and best of all, she was in love. <At least, I think I am.> She mused. She was so deep in thought, she didn't even see the Executive Officer turning the corner, and walked straight into her. "Oof! Sorry Ma'am!" She apologised, deeply embarrassed. "Oof ! Hey .." Petrova was staggered, and blinked. ".. You ok there, Hannah ?" Kristiana used the Lieutenant's first name. She had a white rose tucked behind one ear. "Yes Ma'am, just fine!" Hannah said, realising that she was somewhat improperly dressed - her short shorts and tight tanktop probably weren't considered proper uniform. She just hoped Petrova wouldn't pass comment. "Good." She nodded. "How are you holding out ? We haven't really gotten much of a chance to speak, lately .. You were worried people were going to hate you for who your father was, when you first came onboard .. How's that going ?" Kristiana showed genuine interest. "Uh..." Hannah blushed. "It's working out pretty good, thank you, Ma'am." She frowned. "There were some initial problems, but Sules...I mean Lieutenant Telek, sorted them out for me." She smiled at the mention of Sulan's name. Kristiana's eyes narrowed a bit though, at the mention of the same name. ".. I'm glad you're having more success with her than I am." The russian admitted. "She seems to think I have it in for her, that I want to destroy her or something. It makes working together Very tedious. Maybe you can talk some sense into her if you two are close enough to be using pet names for each other." Hannah's face went as red as Petrova's uniform. "I...uh...well, I mean it's not a pet name or anything...I mean she's...we're..." she stuttered to a halt - her usually hyperactive tongue wordless for the first time in a long while. zatchlas_str: tag Gerard Mol: Kristiana held her hand up, silencing Hannah, as she shook her head a bit. "You don't have to explain. I don't care how close you two are and what you do in your spare time - as long as it doesn't interfere with your duties. I mean, I'd be a right one to talk about inter-crew relationships, right ?" She smirked goodnaturedly. Hannah smiled sheepishly. "Yes Ma'am." She perked up. "How is Ry, by the way?" ".. He'll survive. I was just on my way to see him in sickbay." Kristiana admitted. "Was touch-and-go for a while, but we're confident he'll recover .. Eventually." Hannah nodded, relieved to hear that the man who she had become so close to was going to be ok. "If you don't mind me asking, Ma'am...how are you holding up?" ".. I'll be alright." The russian yielded, quietly. "Eventually .. I will be alright." As she turned half away from the other redhead, resting her back against the wall, lowering her head a bit, just staring out ahead of her. "Ma'am?" Hannah looked concerned. She stepped forward, and tentatively put a hand on the older woman's shoulder. "What's wrong?" Kristiana looked up into Hannah's eyes for a moment, trying to think. This was her subordinate. She shouldn't show weakness to this other woman. She should remain tough and untouchable, as XO. But then .. She was only human. ".. My father .. Killed himself, because I went missing with the ship." She finally yielded. "He had .. never forgiven me for missing my mother's funeral, because of my duty to Starfleet .. And now I missed his, as well." "My God..." Hannah breathed, stricken by the woman's story. "I...had no idea." Impulsively, she embraced the older woman, as an empathic tear rolled down her cheek. Kristiana blinked, both at the hug as at the tear. She hesitantly hugged the younger woman back, patting her back a bit and nuzzling her neck softly .. Oh the sweet smell .. Shaking her head some, putting her thoughts back to the subject at hand. ".. I'll go visit his grave while the ship's in dock for repairs. I'll be alright." "If you ever need anything..." Hannah left the question open, as she disengaged from the hug. "Remember, I'm a constant source of hugs and kisses." She grinned happily. Kris blinked a bit, then smirked softly, shaking her head a bit, forcing her thoughts back to propriety Once More .. "Be careful what you promise an old woman, Hannah." The older redhead smiled as she looked into the other woman's eyes, reaching up to re-tuck the rose behind her ear. Hannah looked confused. "Huh?" She frowned, not getting Petrova's implication. Kristiana shook her head a bit and pulled her gaze away from Hannah's .. interesting outfit. "That's ok. Look, I need to go see Ryylar. Talk about a few things, see how he's doing. We'll talk again later, alright ?" "Looking forward to it." Hannah grinned. She walked past the XO, an new spring in her step and bounce in her walk after her conversation with Petrova. Kristiana sighed softly, watching Hannah go, before turning into Sickbay, to see her beau .. Her furry lover. Lt Cmdr Kristiana Petrova Executive Officer USS Pegasus "Eyes ears and hands on Ryylar, Kris." Lieutenant Hannah O'Driscoll Chief Tactical Officer USS Pegasus "Wait,did she just...nah, couldn't be."
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