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No Brainer

Posted on Mon Jul 22, 2019 @ 3:12am by Spencer Aravan & Commodore Michael Aravan

Mission: Refits and Reviews
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: MD 2 || 0200 Hours

Spencer found herself peeking through the window of her husband's door to see if he was asleep, but she couldn't tell. Very quietly, she made her way inside and crossed the room toward the bed, hoping he hadn't heard anything about her encounter with Sorvik. People had a tendency to talk, and as a patient, he didn't have much choice but to listen. "Honey?" she called out softly.

In his subconscious mind, Michael dreamed of green skinned, tumor creating monsters. They chased his wife who was heavily pregnant with their children and he felt absolutely powerless. He was a trained martial artist and holodeck trained kickboxer but now his muscles didn't want to move. He saw Lieutenant Arrda coming around the far corner, but knew the Security Chief was going to be too late to get to her.

The Commodore struggled to move even a hand to reach for a phaser, but his limbs seemed to be paralyzed. No, not paralyzed. Poisoned! he realized. He fought to get a word out, but his lungs weren't working and he could feel his heart slowing its beat in his chest. It couldn't end like this. He had survived everything else only to be taken out by an assassin and was now being forced to watch his wife and children die in front of him.

He sat bolt upright in bed and took a great rasping breath of air and screamed. "Spencer!" at the top of his lungs.

"Hey, hey, hey... it's okay," she said softly, placing her hands on his face so she could turn his head gently so he'd be forced to see her. "I'm here, and everything is okay."

Still half in the grip of the nightmare and half groggy, Michael grabbed her hands and held her. "If I'm going to die, you're dying with me!"

Spencer kept herself cool and calm, keeping her blue eyes locked on his green ones. It was clear he'd had a nightmare and was still caught up in it, but she didn't know just how deep. "Michael... whatever it was isn't here anymore. It's you and me, and you're okay," she said, keeping her hands on his face. "Calm down, baby, and focus on my eyes and the sound of my voice."

"Spen...cer?" he managed through a mouth that felt dry as cotton after his scream. "Water...please." He requested before he realized that he had her hands in a nearly crushing grip. He released them and sighed. "I'm sorry, honey," he rasped.

When he let her go, she moved toward the replicator to get him a glass of water, then returned to give it to him. Spencer was fully prepared to help him if he showed signs that he needed assistance. "It's okay, Mikey. How are you feeling? Are you in pain?"

Michael worked the biobed controls with one shaky hand until he was sitting up a bit more and accepted the glass with the other. He took a small sip of it and sighed again. "No pain...groggy and I dreamed a green monster was trying to give you and our babies tumors and I was poisoned and couldn't help you," he said quietly.

"It was just a dream, honey. A bad one at that," she said, hoping to soothe him a bit. "We're all okay."

"No...it was real," he said as his memory started to clear and he became more awake. "Not a green monster, but a Romulan...and he hurt you."

So, he had heard about the incident. Spencer hoped he wouldn't, but she was a realist. "I had a little run-in with Sorvik in main sickbay, but everything is okay now. And, he's in the brig. You don't have to worry about any of that."

"How...how did he get on the ship?" Michael wanted to know as he held her hands in his. "What happened?"

His wife shook her head. Those were all questions she didn't have the answers, too, but she could tell him what she did know. "All I can tell you is that Doctor Armitage called for Security and said there had been an attempt on your life. I, of course, was freaking out," she said, pausing for a moment. "It didn't take long before Sorvik was trying to run through main sickbay that my adrenaline kicked in. I went at him without even thinking about it. We fought, though that didn't last very long." Long enough for her arm to be broken, and the other to be injured as well. "Security arrived before I knew it, and he was carted off to the brig. That's all I know."

"You fought and he hurt you...." he started then stopped. "The important thing is that you and our babies are okay. You are all okay, aren't you?"

"Yes, honey, we're all okay," she said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Mister Fontaine made sure of it."

"Good. Remind me who is he when I can think clearly," Michael said as he took another sip of his water. "Then the Security personnel is next on my list."

"Don't push yourself. Here, let me help you with your water so we can get you laying back down again," she said, taking the cup from him and putting it to his lips. "Did the doctor tell you what your recovery time would be?"

"A few days," he sighed. "Right when we're about to undergo refits. I can't afford to take off that much from being the ship commander."

"You can, and you will," she told him, lowering the bed back a bit. "It's for your own good, and I plan to make sure you follow the doctor's orders."

"Spencer..." Michael stopped, knowing it wouldn't help to argue with her. She may not be his Executive Officer any longer, but a wife had far more leeway. "Yes, dear."

Spencer couldn't help but smile as she leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. She knew it was going to be hard for him to relinquish control of his ship, even if it would only be for a few days, but it was important that he did for the sake of his recovery. "Look at it this way. You get to spend a few uninterrupted days with me and the kids. That doesn't happen often unless we're on shore leave, and even then, you have been called away before. Trust Maddy."

"I do," he said. "Although I have to review her and can't decide if I should wear chain mail armor or not."

"Come on... she's not that bad, Michael, and you know it," his with told him.

"Maybe not, but after everything we've been through, it couldn't hurt," Michael tried to joke.

Spencer smiled and slipped her hand into his. "It's nice to see you haven't lost your sense of humor, and that makes me happy. What makes me even happier is knowing that you're okay now," she said softly. "With the tumor gone, the headaches and irritability should be gone, too. Things should go back to normal for you."

"Normal, heh," he said because they both knew what normal was for the ship and crew. "I'd settle for boring."

"Well, maybe you'll get boring. One never knows," she told him.

"Flagships never get boring anymore," Michael said. "Not with the state of things in the Alpha and Beta Quadrants. At least they haven't sent us to the Gamma Quadrant."

Spencer shook her head. "There's too much of the Gamma Quadrant that hasn't been explored yet, which makes for a lot of interesting adventures, but I just don't see the Triumphant being sent there. There are far too many things for her to be doing here."

"None of which are exploration and first contacts," he reminded her. "We always get sent to the hot spots and end up fighting more than we want. I'm half tempted to act like the surgery gave me a lobotomy so I don't have to act like a commanding officer, anymore. Just put me out to pasture. Maddy can take over."

"You know as well as I do that's not how you roll," she said with a frown. "Hell, that's not even how I roll, and to be perfectly honest, had it not been for my life depending on retiring, I would still be sitting in the chair next to yours."

"I know and you're right," Michael admitted. "This attempt on my life is making me look at things in a new way, though."

His wife stretched out on the bed next to him, being careful not to pull at or lay on anything important. She rested her head against his and closed her eyes before speaking softly. "Of course it's going to make you look at things differently. Having someone try to kill you is a life changing experience. And experience that you should probably talk to the counselor about."

"You know I don't like talking to counselors, Spencer," he said softly. "They didn't help before and they won't help now."

"You just haven't spoken to the right one," she retorted just as softly.

"I know, I know," Michael said. "I promise I'll go to one before we depart Deep Space Ten."

Spencer smiled and pressed a kiss to his temple. "I'm going to hold you to that, you know? And I'm not going to forget you said it."

"For now...I think it's time to sleep again," he said as he wrapped an arm around her. "I love you, Spencer."

"I love you, too, Mikey," she said softly as her eyes drifted closed. With her sister and brother-in-law watching their kids, Spencer could afford the time to spend with him, and after being up for hours, it was time for both of them to get a little sleep.

 

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