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Well I like it just fine Kuro, and I'm writing a response for poor Connor right now. I wound up having my interview appointment cancelled for today :( though it's rescheduled for Monday. Still, I also wound up having to finish some homework, and dinner, and housework before I could come have any fun *grins* But something will be up in just a bit!
Kuro, that is just amazing! Absolutely gorgeous work hon! Thank you so for doing that and, I think, you should share what you told Road, about the author's name? 
Kinda awesome there...
Kinda awesome there...
Name: MAJ Devika Wilkes-Lane
Age: 32
Occupation: Nurse Practitioner/Clinician
Biography: WIP
"Connor, what in the world are you doing?"
Abby's head tilted to the side for just a moment, her brow furrowing curiously, her arms crossed over her chest as she regarded the young man with the magnificent blue hair curiously. She had just emerged from her meeting with Reece, not exactly 'happy' but as at ease as she could be about the matters they had to discuss - and she honestly hoped she'd left Reese the same way. Was Reece happy? Abby mused for a moment, and decided the answer was "not likely," but happy would have been a serious stretch anyway.
Yeah, more at ease would simply have to do.
But it'd be nice if Connor was. She watched him pace about for a few moments, one hand clamped tightly over his arm, and... Heading into the mining pod itself?
It wasn't until she caught Connor's eye, that semi-guilty glint, that Abby dropped her arms to her sides and strode across the hangar to the young man. Without so much as a "do you mind if...?" Abby made to lift one of Connor's fingers, and then saw all the crimson saturating the cloth wrapped there.
"Seriously Connor? Seriously?" she asked him, eyes wide with disbelief and good-natured incredulity, disapproval radiating from her like the rays of the sun as she shook her head. "What, just a flesh wound? Going to put a band-aid on that?" Abby tapped against her tablet, and then the ear piece she wore an instant before Connor could protest.
"Major Lane? I'm bringing someone to the infirmary who... Yes, I'm thinking he's going to need stitches... " Abby held up the finger of a free hand, shaking it and shooshing him quickly if he so much as thought of opening his mouth to object.
"Bringing him? Is he that bad off, First Sergeant? Really, just tell me where you're at, I'll come to you - "
Abby laughed before tweaking at Connor's ear with her fingers, as if dragging him to the infirmary by that appendage was really an option. She settled for scowling playfully, and laying her hand heavily on Connor's shoulder with a little shove. "No ma'am, it's not that. He can walk just fine. There's just a small matter of... Reluctance, I suppose, and oh-so-gentle convincing about what does a body good and all."
A woman's soft, warm laughter came back to them over the com. "I'll have everything ready when you two get here, First Sergeant. Just bring him in - but without handcuffs, all right? If he's that bad, I'll come to you."
The First Sergeant shook her head, ice blue eyes narrowed as she looked to Connor, and jerked her toward the exit of Hangar Six with a smug little smile. "No ma'am. That won't be necessary..."
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The small, slender woman moved swiftly and efficiently about the infirmary office, washing her hands thoroughly before setting up the waist high, rolling metal tray for the pair enroute. MAJ Devika Lane did not look much like a military officer, her thick black hair pulled back into that fell to the middle of her back, wearing a pair of khakis with her tan Doc Marten boots, a grey sweater beneath her white lab coat. But the nurse practitioner wasn't simply in charge of the Mountain's troop medical clinic anymore, Devika's charges becoming more wide and varied than she could ever, in her wildest imaginings, have believed possible.
She shoved a few alcohol pads into the pocket of her coat, found dressings and antibiotic ointment, a glass bottle of lidocaine and syringes and, of course, sterile packages of single filament surgical thread and the small curved suturing needles.
MAJ Devika Lane had been one of those breathtakingly fortunate people who woke from cryosleep with absolutely no adverse symptoms whatsoever - not, of course, that the quiet, humble woman was the kind to crow about her good fortune.
And not, of course, that what she woke to resembled anything like 'good fortune' at any rate. At this moment, Devika was actually looking forward to treating something that was as normal as sewing in some sutures. Treatment that had not a thing to do, with violating everything she ever held dear and close, in her profession and her practice...
Abby's head tilted to the side for just a moment, her brow furrowing curiously, her arms crossed over her chest as she regarded the young man with the magnificent blue hair curiously. She had just emerged from her meeting with Reece, not exactly 'happy' but as at ease as she could be about the matters they had to discuss - and she honestly hoped she'd left Reese the same way. Was Reece happy? Abby mused for a moment, and decided the answer was "not likely," but happy would have been a serious stretch anyway.
Yeah, more at ease would simply have to do.
But it'd be nice if Connor was. She watched him pace about for a few moments, one hand clamped tightly over his arm, and... Heading into the mining pod itself?
It wasn't until she caught Connor's eye, that semi-guilty glint, that Abby dropped her arms to her sides and strode across the hangar to the young man. Without so much as a "do you mind if...?" Abby made to lift one of Connor's fingers, and then saw all the crimson saturating the cloth wrapped there.
"Seriously Connor? Seriously?" she asked him, eyes wide with disbelief and good-natured incredulity, disapproval radiating from her like the rays of the sun as she shook her head. "What, just a flesh wound? Going to put a band-aid on that?" Abby tapped against her tablet, and then the ear piece she wore an instant before Connor could protest.
"Major Lane? I'm bringing someone to the infirmary who... Yes, I'm thinking he's going to need stitches... " Abby held up the finger of a free hand, shaking it and shooshing him quickly if he so much as thought of opening his mouth to object.
"Bringing him? Is he that bad off, First Sergeant? Really, just tell me where you're at, I'll come to you - "
Abby laughed before tweaking at Connor's ear with her fingers, as if dragging him to the infirmary by that appendage was really an option. She settled for scowling playfully, and laying her hand heavily on Connor's shoulder with a little shove. "No ma'am, it's not that. He can walk just fine. There's just a small matter of... Reluctance, I suppose, and oh-so-gentle convincing about what does a body good and all."
A woman's soft, warm laughter came back to them over the com. "I'll have everything ready when you two get here, First Sergeant. Just bring him in - but without handcuffs, all right? If he's that bad, I'll come to you."
The First Sergeant shook her head, ice blue eyes narrowed as she looked to Connor, and jerked her toward the exit of Hangar Six with a smug little smile. "No ma'am. That won't be necessary..."
The small, slender woman moved swiftly and efficiently about the infirmary office, washing her hands thoroughly before setting up the waist high, rolling metal tray for the pair enroute. MAJ Devika Lane did not look much like a military officer, her thick black hair pulled back into that fell to the middle of her back, wearing a pair of khakis with her tan Doc Marten boots, a grey sweater beneath her white lab coat. But the nurse practitioner wasn't simply in charge of the Mountain's troop medical clinic anymore, Devika's charges becoming more wide and varied than she could ever, in her wildest imaginings, have believed possible.
She shoved a few alcohol pads into the pocket of her coat, found dressings and antibiotic ointment, a glass bottle of lidocaine and syringes and, of course, sterile packages of single filament surgical thread and the small curved suturing needles.
MAJ Devika Lane had been one of those breathtakingly fortunate people who woke from cryosleep with absolutely no adverse symptoms whatsoever - not, of course, that the quiet, humble woman was the kind to crow about her good fortune.
And not, of course, that what she woke to resembled anything like 'good fortune' at any rate. At this moment, Devika was actually looking forward to treating something that was as normal as sewing in some sutures. Treatment that had not a thing to do, with violating everything she ever held dear and close, in her profession and her practice...
Well, it's just the "job interview" outfit, but thank you for the enthusiasms, Kuro! 
Well I'm back now, and thank you for the the luck and well wishes, Lil and Kuro. I'm fine, I've relegated it all to "quietly freaking out" but all is good. At least, well, I've got an awesome outfit for tomorrow?
Pauline post up (obviously) that was something I've been working on most of the day anyway. Kuro, I'm going to have to try to pull together an Abby and Connor post - which should be much longer - a little later, hopefully before bed. I just got a last minute call for a part-time job interview tomorrow, and realized I don't own a single appropriate thing to wear >< I have to go shopping (hate shopping) and, like I said, I'll do my best to get something up tonight. Just kinda freaking out at the moment.
"Handsome!"
Pauline startled, one hand to her suddenly pounding heart when the enormous spotted cat yowled up to her. Pale blue eyes widened in surprise, and then delight. It was hard sometimes, talking to her parents through a cold glass screen, pretending that their peacefully sleeping faces could actually hear her, would know or remember a single thing she said to them. It was doubly hard talking to her younger brother, because Seth was… Well, he was Seth, and nothing could be more unnatural to the irrepressible red-headed kid than just lying there, immobile and senseless…
Handsome’s arrival was more than welcome at this moment. But even so -
"You scared the snot out of me!" she laughed, bending down just a little to try to pet him. "You get around quite a bit, don't you Handsome? I don't think Owen's going to appreciate - "
Pauline’s voice trailed off as Handsome scooted away just out of reach of her fingertips, tail twitching madly - though thankfully not with that angry warning growl the miner pod pilot had become so bloodily familiar with. The cat’s back haunches bunched, swayed just a little as he eyeballed Pauline for a second more, and then he launched himself away from her like a shot!
Had she…. Had she just been challenged to a game of tag by a cat?
”HA!” Pauline’s realization came just a split second too late as Handsome bounded away from sight, around a corner and out the cryobay doors, but she sprinted after him anyway, some small, hurting part of her heart eternally grateful for the happy distraction. She raced out into the hallway, turning just in time to see the spotted cat staring at her from around a corner just a little further down, and then disappearing all over again.
Pauline could have cared less for the bewildered stares or the amused cocked eyebrows as she ran – she was just laughing way too hard, and trying [with only limited success] not to skid into the walls at every turn. She laughed even harder when Handsome did a one-eighty in mid-stride, raced back toward her as she pulled up, and then? Then that cat actually lapped her! Ran right around her, and then darted back off on his original trajectory, away from her and back down the hall.
“Oh c’MON!” Pauline laughed loudly, incredulously, “Was that entirely necessary, you shameless show off!?”
But whatever Handsome might have thought of her question, he gave no indication. The enormous cat was off yet again, his two-legged playmate behind him once more by some respectable distance. Pauline very nearly ran over him or – worse yet – might have trod on that magnificent tail, when she turned that last corner, and belatedly realized he had come to a full stop. Only a quick leap and a hard smack of her shoulder into a quarter’s door kept the enormous cat from underfoot.
Handsome acted like he didn’t notice a single ungraceful moment. Rather, he pawed lightly at the door, looking up to her expectantly, but did not yowl again… Oh! Maybe an invitation to sit then? Such a gentleman, the giant cat was!
"All right Handsome, you win," she whispered breathily, her face glowing with a thin sheen of sweat as she slid down the outside of the door to her bottom. Pauline pulled her knees to her chest, and grinned when she realized the cat was curled up next to her where she sat against the door. Her fingers lovingly pet the unbelievably soft fur behind his ears, along his cheeks, and the thick grumbly roar of his purr traveled up her legs, all the way to her belly.
Pauline startled, one hand to her suddenly pounding heart when the enormous spotted cat yowled up to her. Pale blue eyes widened in surprise, and then delight. It was hard sometimes, talking to her parents through a cold glass screen, pretending that their peacefully sleeping faces could actually hear her, would know or remember a single thing she said to them. It was doubly hard talking to her younger brother, because Seth was… Well, he was Seth, and nothing could be more unnatural to the irrepressible red-headed kid than just lying there, immobile and senseless…
Handsome’s arrival was more than welcome at this moment. But even so -
"You scared the snot out of me!" she laughed, bending down just a little to try to pet him. "You get around quite a bit, don't you Handsome? I don't think Owen's going to appreciate - "
Pauline’s voice trailed off as Handsome scooted away just out of reach of her fingertips, tail twitching madly - though thankfully not with that angry warning growl the miner pod pilot had become so bloodily familiar with. The cat’s back haunches bunched, swayed just a little as he eyeballed Pauline for a second more, and then he launched himself away from her like a shot!
Had she…. Had she just been challenged to a game of tag by a cat?
”HA!” Pauline’s realization came just a split second too late as Handsome bounded away from sight, around a corner and out the cryobay doors, but she sprinted after him anyway, some small, hurting part of her heart eternally grateful for the happy distraction. She raced out into the hallway, turning just in time to see the spotted cat staring at her from around a corner just a little further down, and then disappearing all over again.
Pauline could have cared less for the bewildered stares or the amused cocked eyebrows as she ran – she was just laughing way too hard, and trying [with only limited success] not to skid into the walls at every turn. She laughed even harder when Handsome did a one-eighty in mid-stride, raced back toward her as she pulled up, and then? Then that cat actually lapped her! Ran right around her, and then darted back off on his original trajectory, away from her and back down the hall.
“Oh c’MON!” Pauline laughed loudly, incredulously, “Was that entirely necessary, you shameless show off!?”
But whatever Handsome might have thought of her question, he gave no indication. The enormous cat was off yet again, his two-legged playmate behind him once more by some respectable distance. Pauline very nearly ran over him or – worse yet – might have trod on that magnificent tail, when she turned that last corner, and belatedly realized he had come to a full stop. Only a quick leap and a hard smack of her shoulder into a quarter’s door kept the enormous cat from underfoot.
Handsome acted like he didn’t notice a single ungraceful moment. Rather, he pawed lightly at the door, looking up to her expectantly, but did not yowl again… Oh! Maybe an invitation to sit then? Such a gentleman, the giant cat was!
"All right Handsome, you win," she whispered breathily, her face glowing with a thin sheen of sweat as she slid down the outside of the door to her bottom. Pauline pulled her knees to her chest, and grinned when she realized the cat was curled up next to her where she sat against the door. Her fingers lovingly pet the unbelievably soft fur behind his ears, along his cheeks, and the thick grumbly roar of his purr traveled up her legs, all the way to her belly.
Wonderful post Scoundrel! And Numerica, obviously not the GM here, but I don't believe Lil normally holds to a strict posting order at all, so long as no one pushes the story beyond where she takes it.
So glad to hear from you Kraft, and can't wait to read what you write - I was worried Vasily's brother would be lost!
So glad to hear from you Kraft, and can't wait to read what you write - I was worried Vasily's brother would be lost!
HA! You know Kuro, something along those lines had occurred to me right after I read your last post, because hilarious! But I was waiting on other pieces for Abby, so I just wasn't sure if I'd be able to fit it in - but honestly, I'm going to go right ahead and do that. Besides, this might just be the perfect time to do something else that I had in mind as well. I should have something up tomorrow afternoon/evening (because I have school reading to finish tonight ><), if you really don't mind Abby doing that Mama Bear thing she does (though I promise, she will not lick his wound clean! 
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