Pandora's Box #92 - "Notch another one on the wall"

-={Om}=- [Chief Counselor's Office]

Andrew sat at his desk, tweaking the coding for his chess program. <Let's see...add a restriction there, remove the limitation buffer from that difficulty, add a new difficulty with 10% more tactics than the last one..." He sighed. Then the chime went off. "Enter" he said, saving and closing the program file.

A depressed looking male science crew member entered Andrew's office. "Excuse me sir? I have issues I need dealing with." he would say before looking around the room.

<I thought that was the point of my job. What does he take me for, a sociologist?> Andrew thought cynically. "Alright, sit on the couch and tell me your issues."

He sat. "Well, I had this thing for another crew member. I know it's frowned upon in Starfleet, but, you know, male hormones aren't stopped by rules and regulations. Anyway, I dunno what came over me, but I asked her out. And well, she rejected me, saying I 'wasn't her type.' All guys know that's has the hidden meaning of 'I really don't like you, leave me alone forever'." At this point, he sniffled a little, and tears began welling up in his eyes.

<Quite sad, really. If I've learned anything from my experiences in the Academy, it's you get over it or screw yourself over for life.> Andrew stood up and circled around to crouch in front of the man. "Think of it this way. You're still young. You've still got time to find someone. Try and make amends with her, just be friends. If something comes out of it, then great. If not, then I'm afraid you'll have to live with it."

"But I don't want to live with it!" He shouted, his arm flailing slightly. It brushed Andrew's face in the process "I love her, I want to be with her. If I can't I don't know what I'll do. Wait... did I just touch you?"

"Yeah, but it's fine. You didn't hurt me. Just a brush." Andrew shivered a little. "Damn, is the temperature regulator malfunctionning, or is it just me?"

"Ah hell, now you have it too. I knew this should have waited..." He looked even more depressed now than ever.

"Just what are you talking about?" Andrew looked sternly at him. "God, as if he didn't have enough problems." He raised an eyebrow and coughed. "I didn't just say that out loud, did I?"

"Yeah, you did. While I don't appreciate it, I can't blame you. There's a virus or something going around, that's caused by one of the artifacts we're carrying. Makes the person speak their mind. contagious through touch. I'm so, so, SO sorry."

"It's no big deal. I think I'll manage." Andrew sighed. "Bloody fool. This could have serious effects on everyone, and no one knows I'm infected yet." Andrew looked away when he realized he said that.

"Riiiighhhttt... Back on topic. What should I do about her? We work in the same area, same shift. I can't just ignore her."

"Could have sworn I answered this already..." Andrew cleared his throat, pretending he didn't say that. "ANYWAY... Like I said, just try and become friends with her, nothing more. Let it grow naturally, if it will. If it doesn't move on. IT'll be hard, but I'm sure you can manage."

"I guess so..." He stood up and looked at Andrew "Thanks sir." He began walking out "Absolutely useless. I'm never gonna get over her." Realizing he said that, he walked out, a bit faster than normal.

Andrew circled around to his desk again. "Great, just what I needed. A virus to say what I think? So much for what I think of the person. Worse, so much for doctor-patient confidentiality." He reopened his chess program file and started working on it again. "This'll be interesting, to say the least."


Possibly losing his job in the near future: Andrew Kennedy Chief Counselor USS Pegasus "Confidentiality is only good if it's confidential."

and A depressed science crew member (NPC played by Andrew Kennedy)