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A Simple Dinner

Posted on 15 Aug 2020 @ 10:54pm by Lieutenant Commander Alwyn Llwyd (*) & Lieutenant JG Jeanette Llwyd (*)

Mission: Season 1 - Into the Deep
Location: Solar Flairs Lounge
Timeline: MD2 - 1835HRS
1663 words - 3.3 OF Standard Post Measure

.: Solar Flairs Lounge :.

Alwyn wasn’t used to life in such close proximity to other people. Life in the Federation Medical Corps, outside of their duties, was a generally solitary existence. He had his own tent away from the other Physicians, but close enough to the field hospital that he could be called on if needed. He saw his colleagues at mealtimes, or while actively tending patients, but they were so busy, so scattered and drawn so many ways that when they weren’t working it was because they were resting or trying to eat quickly and be on their way. It wasn’t anything like that in Starfleet.

At Starfleet Medical it had been close-knit, but reminded him of life at Cambridge so he was able to take that in stride. Here, though, aboard the Alexander, it was like a carefully controlled chaos. Over two-thousand personnel, plus their spouses, children and even their pets, all contained in one (albeit massive) vessel. That meant that there was no way to walk anywhere aboard the ship and not run into another person, and not just during the working hours. No matter what time of day or not there was always someone nearby. They might be minding a terminal, working on a panel in a corridor, walking between duty stations or any other of the million reasons why personnel might be moving about the ship.

It had stuck out to him immediately, and was now starting to occupy a spot in his mind. Like an omnipresent buzzing that he couldn’t quite find the source of. His logical mind wrote it off as nervousness at changing to such a different lifestyle, but his medical mind was concerned he was developing a mild case of claustrophobia or even agoraphobia. Neither were suited to life on a starship. It wasn’t something he’d shared with his wife yet. He was hopeful that it would pass, given some time. It’d only been a day, really.

Jeanette had sent him a message towards the end of his duty shift that a few of the Science Officer’s were going to the Solar Flairs lounge for drinks at the end of their shit. He had intended to meet her at their shared quarters but a last minute broken arm had ended any hope of leaving on time, so by the time he’d been able to leave, Jeanette had already been in the lounge for an hour. He had decided it wasn’t worth it to go back and change so as soon as the Beta Shift staff had arrived, he hung up his white coat in the storage locker and made his way to Deck One - Aft.

The first thing that struck Alwyn, like all things Starfleet, was the simple grandeur. He was used to provisions that were just carted in via crate, industrial replicators trying to make palatable food and second or even third hand everything else. He wasn’t used to polished tables, gourmet level replicated food or even a legitimate bar right there for all to use. It was almost decadent in comparison to the life he’d been living.

“Apparently I’ve been missing out,” he mused to himself as he walked in.

The Solar Flairs lounge was a huge space at the top most deck of the aft section of the ship. The entrance was in the center of the lounge and as he stepped out of the lift he could see viewports on the far sides of the lounge in every direction. The streak of stars sweeping past told him that they were still at warp. Lush green vegetation served as both decoration and segregation of areas providing a lovely ambiance to the deck. This was clearly more than just the crew mess, this was something much more… complete.

Alwyn brushed off his initial awe and tried to get his bearings. The bar was to his right, stretching along a long strip of the starboard viewports. Ahead and to his left were tables, chairs, replicator stations and even a few small water features dotting the deck adding that extra layer of relaxation. He wasn’t sure where it was Jeanette and her fellows were, so he was looking around curiously for her. Alwyn smiled as he heard a familiar laugh, and turned to his left, moving aft and looking curiously about to see if he could see her. He finally spotted her at a table with two others, holding a glass of wine and laughing. She spotted him as she turned to take a sip and immediately waved. He waved back and came over.

Jeannete Llwyd set her wine down and got up, excitedly greeting her husband with a kiss, and then pulling him over to meet her colleagues, “This is Lucas Bo, and T’Brel, two of the Alexander’s chemists,” she introduced them.

Alwyn nodded and shook their hands in turn, “Alwyn Llwyd, pleasure to meet you,” he said.

His wife smiled and pulled him to sit down at the table, but Bo and T’Brel both shook their heads. “We didn’t want to leave you alone,” Bo smiled. T’Brel nodded in agreement and waved goodbye leaving the two of them alone.

“Well,” Alwyn smiled, taking the seat opposite his wife, “Have fun?”

“This ship is incredible,” Jeanette gushed, leaning onto the table to take her husbands hands, “The best science labs I’ve ever seen. The scientists at the Daystrom institute would be drooling over this stuff. It’s insane,” she grinned. Alwyn just beamed back, glad to see his wife so happy. “What about you. How was your first day in Sick Bay?” She asked eagerly.

“Interesting, to say the least,” he smirked, patting his wife’s hand, “The best medical equipment you could want. Doctor al Havash would give a limb for just the diagnostic tools we have just… laying on a table, waiting to be used,” he chuckled. “It’s like… it’s like I’ve been practicing medicine in the twentieth century and have suddenly jumped three hundred years into the future.”

“So you’re happy with it?” She asked with genuine worry lacing the edge of her voice.

He laughed but nodded, “Yes, I’m happy with it,” he replied, “Were you worried I wouldn’t be?”

Jeanette looked down, like the response pained her, and then looked back to him with a pained expression, “I’ve been terrified you wouldn’t,” she said quietly. “You left everything for me… I… I’ve been terrified you’ll hate it and want to go back, or that you’d say you liked it just to make me happy.”

Alwyn let his wife’s hand go and got up from the opposite side of the table and moved to sit on her left. “I won’t lie. The first couple of months were… well they weren’t easy. But you know what made it easier?” He asked, drawing her hands to his mouth to kiss them. “You did,” he smiled proudly, “I came home every night to you, and told you about my day,”

“Complained, you mean,” she chuckled, interrupting him.

He laughed, “That, Jeanette, is what got me through the training. And it’s what’ll get me through the rough days here. I promise.”

She just smiled at her husband, her eyes locked onto his as she worked it all out in her mind. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving,” he smiled back.

Turning only slightly, so she didn’t have to let his hands go, she turned back to see if she could find one of the stewards and raised her hand. A Bolian server nodded from across the room and approached quickly with a wide, blue smile.
“Doctor Llwyd, how nice to see you again,” the Bolian smiled.

“Mr. Corik,” Alwyn replied.

“I have Chef’s menu here if you’d like, or if you’d rather something from the replicators, they’re online and fully functional,” he explained brightly, “Can I get you something from the bar while you decide?”

Alwyn gestured to his wife, “I’ll have a French seventy-five, please,” Jeanette ordered.

“Dark beer for me, please,” Alwyn ordered, accepting the menu the Bolian offered.

“Coming right up!” Corik bowed dramatically before leaving the table to take other orders.

“Making friends already?” Jeanette asked once he was gone.

He laughed, “My first patient of the day, actually. He heard that there were new Doctor’s aboard and wanted his annual physical done. Apparently…” he said, in a conspiratorial whisper, “… the Chief isn’t known for his… bedside manner,” they laughed together.

“Is he really that bad?” She asked.

“No, he’s just direct,” he replied with a dismissive wave, “A proper Englishman, complete with shoulder-chip.”

“Aren’t you a proper Englishman?” She asked playfully, nudging his shoulder.

“Welshman,” he corrected her.

“I prefer husband,” she countered playfully.

“One of my better decisions,” he nodded sagely.

“Your decision?” She laughed in disbelief, “Oh tell me more about how you decided..” She grinned.

“Oh look, our drinks,” Alwyn deflected, waving at Corik approaching eagerly with a tray, glad for the distraction. Jeanette loved to remind him just how resistant he was to this relationship, and how hard she had to fight to convince him that she wasn’t just having a fling, that she really was crazy for him. He’d hesitated simply because of their differences in careers, where they were in their lives and of course, their age. He wasn’t convinced she was really in love, just thought she was. Whereas Jeanette apparently hadn’t doubted the decision for a single moment.

“Saved by the bell,” Jeanette smirked, scooting closer in her chair. “Aren’t you a lucky man.”

He grinned and adjusted himself at the table as well, “I tell myself that every day.”


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