Had she been anyone other than the person she was, the thought of staying
out-of-sight might have gotten more than the barest consideration. Since
Y'Toi had made no mention of anyone in Star Fleet attempting to reach her,
she could operate under the assumption that the matter was being handled.
Unfortunately, she knew her duty, and honor demanded she follow it.
She shut down the comm system and waited. And wondered why men were so
slow dressing.
(don't you wish)
Matt stepped into the room dressed for work in his usual outfit, scrubs. He didn't
like uniforms and used them only for show. Today, he was embarrassed to be part of
Starfleet. But he was never embarrassed to be a doctor. "I talked with Kay, and
apparently JAG slash security is asking me to report to them post-haste. I'll be
damned if I'll do that," he told her. "I've done nothing wrong, so despite their
posturing, I'm going to work. I still have a job, I have to assume, so I'm going
to go do it. There are two new deliveries in the nursery, three patients in post-
op and four other in-patients. I need to conduct rounds. Business as usual."
(eh?)
He stepped closer, his eyes searching hers. "You do know this is bullshit, don't
you? You have to know I would never do anything to hurt you."
(eh?)
He shook his head, frowning. "Ironic, isn't it? AFter all the people I have
killed, they're trying to hang me for something I never would even consider."
(eh?)
