A Mirror Shattered #199 "Too Tired"


Kathleen Black wandered slowly into her quarters. "Lights..." she said wearily, and immediately flinched. "Not that bright!" she exclaimed. "Computer.. dim lights to one-third." Her head was pounding and every muscle and joint in her body was complaining. The body aches had started that morning and only worsened slowly throughout the day. She looked at the time, dimly noting that it was well after midnight. "Some of that could have waited 'till tomorrow... Oh, wait... It IS tomorrow..." she murmured. Despite her exhaustion, she was quietly elated. Everything on the list was done, and the USS Pegasus was shipshape.

The realization that she had no more that needed doing finally worked it's way into her brain. Kitty sat down on the bed to pull off her shoes, and a wave of dizziness swept over her. She was barely aware of the world tilting slowly around her, and she was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

It seemed like only five minutes later that her alarm woke her up. Kitty rolled over and sat up, surprised to find that the headache and body aches had not subsided in her sleep. "Computer, turn that noise off... turn it all off... everything except... Brandenburg concertos, all of them, in order, one third volume, on repeat." The pleasant sound of strings filled the air as she pulled to her feet and unzipped her wrinkled uniform. "I hate it when I sleep in my day clothes.." she muttered, letting it drop to the floor and drag for a moment behind her like a discarded snakeskin. She wandered half-blindly into the shower, unaware that she'd just inadvertantly ordered the computer to turn off all sounds, warnings and greetings, except for the calming music.

Perhaps the music was a little too calming, or perhaps she'd just pushed herself too hard. Kitty felt another wave of dizziness as she walked back into the bedroom, feeling as if she hadn't slept at all. She pulled out a set of clean clothing at random and set about getting dressed for the day. But the soothing violins did their work on her weary mind... and she was just aware enough to pull her sheet and a blanket half over herself as she dropped sideways back onto her bed in her underwear, half-curling around her pillow at a bizarre angle, and drifted helplessly back into dreamland.

Williams reluctantly sat down at his terminal, preparing to send a communication. He really didn't want to do this, but she hadn't contacted him at all, and someone was going to have to know. "They don't pay me enough for this," he grumbled to himself. He didn't want to get her into trouble. "Maybe I don't have to," he said to himself. He selected Lt. j.g. Evans as the recipient. For all that she outranked her boyfriend in pure matters of, well, rank... he was Ops and her department reported to him. This could probably be sent to him instead of to the Captain or, goodness, the XO... and he'd be sure to go easy on her, right? Williams sat back and tapped in the message, scrutinizing it before sending it off.

"I don't want to get anyone in trouble," the message read. "Lt. Black is three hours overdue to start her shift. She put in a double shift yesterday, so that isn't much of a problem. I'm only concerned because she didn't inform any of us and hasn't been answering her comm."


Practically unconscious:

Lt. Kathleen Black Chief Engineer USS Pegasus