STAR TREK AU

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[ Another day, another mission on the USS Magnus. Martin Blackwood is - well -

He's always stressed out, but he's been doubly stressed out since, you know, his boss died and his entirely incompetent arse wound up in said boss's shoes. How the hell did he even get in this situation? Why is he like this?

Well. He knows the answer to one of those questions.

He's in the medbay, mumbling to himself, trying to convince himself (and his assistants. god, he has assistants) he knows what he's doing. ]

It's fine, it's fine, surely there wont' be any issues on the mission today, I'll have worked myself up over nothing --

[ Right when a certain someone gets dragged in. ]

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-- Sims! Right. Captain Sims. I knew that.

[ He flushes rather deeply. ]

Oh, ah, I guess it's Acting Chief Medical Officer Blackwood, but my name is Martin. You can just call me Martin, and -

[ Oh. Oh dear. Something is appearing on his tricorder. ]

And I'm supposed to keep you here for observation during gamma shift.

[eyediot]

[At that little notification, Jon goes a little stiff not sure what to expect-

And relaxes. Great.]

Of course. [Okay so a little irritation bleeds out into those words before he snaps it back.] Thank you for your work and hard efforts.

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[ Martin cringes a bit at that. ]

I'm sorry, it's standard protocol. You've potentially been exposed to alien plant life. Quarantine procedure for you and anyone who's touched you.

[ Realisation in three ... two ... ]

[eyediot]

[One...]

Suppose that means you're quarantining with me as well.

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Don't be daft, I -

[ Oh. Oh. ]

... definitely. Touched you. Just now. Damn it.

[eyediot]

You definitely did.

Touch me.

[He stares up at Martin, wondering if the second part of that realization will hit any time now.]

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W-well I shouldn't have. Sorry. That's against medical protocol too, and besides you're.

[ He's. Oh god. Back comes the blush. ]

Y-you're. Vulcan.

[eyediot]

Half.

But yes. Vulcan.

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S-so - so when I touched you just now -

[eyediot]

I wasn't able to ay anything before you did.

[He pinches at the bridge of his nose, just under his glasses.]

I picked up a few things.

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[ Oh. He goes very pale at that. ]

What - what sort of -

[ Oh, he's sunk already isn't he. God. He just sort of flops into a nearby chair. ]

Damn it.

[eyediot]

[He watches Martin, not really sure what to do. But fidgets his fingers a bit.]

I won't, um. I won't tell anyone. About your qualifications.

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[ !?

!?!?!! ]

You're the captain!

[eyediot]

And you're already on my crew.

Besides, it'll be a long time before we're anywhere I could change to a new medical chief. So. May as well keep you on.

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That...

[ That second part is absolutely true. They're months from the next shore leave, if they even managed it.

Martin sighs. ]

I didn't mean for it to get this far.

[eyediot]

I know.

[Any amount of Vulcan or not, he can't help but be sympathetic.

God, he's a terrible Vulcan. No wonder Georgie broke it off.]

It's all right. Admittedly there are times I feel a bit out of my league. So.

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[ Martin sort of blinks at him. ]

Really? You?

[eyediot]

Yes?

This is my first crew, I'm- I haven't been a captain for very long.

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... Oh. I - honestly? I couldn't tell. You seem so ... put together?

[eyediot]

...Thank you.

I was. I don't want to disappoint my superior. He recommended me specifically to the position. So I can't let him down.

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Your superior?

[ Slowly, Martin starts to relax. ]

[eyediot]

Admiral Bouchard.

He picked me out of the academy himself.

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-- what? Really? Admiral Bouchard?

[ He's ridiculously impressed. ]

[eyediot]

Yes.

So.

[Boy he looks like he's trying to puff himself up a bit.]

I have to make sure we all do our best.

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[ He sure does. Martin just sort of - well. That's rather endearing. ]

I - I suppose it's a lot of pressure.