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Undate The Second

Posted on Sat Sep 19th, 2020 @ 11:17am by Captain Lukas Fredricks & Lieutenant Commander Agatha Marion

Mission: Mission 1: Good Things Come To Those Who Wait
Location: Doctor Marion’s Quarters
Timeline: MD02 - 1945 Hours

Lukas has been unsure about doing what he was about to do. He had stewed on it for a couple of days but came to conclusion, eventually, that there was no harm.

He walked along the corridor which lead to the Chief Medical Officer’s quarters with a bunch of flowers in hand. He’d done some research on what flower was appropriate to give to a friend. Carnations came up as an appropriate bunch to give, given their relationship.

He arrived at the Doctor’s door and hit the chime and waited.

Rather than just call 'come in,' when she didn't know who was there, Agatha moved toward the door and pressed the button. "Captain, what can I do for . . . " The words sort of stopped in her mouth when she saw the flowers. She blinked at them and then up at him again. "Well I didn't expect this. Come in. Did you know that the color of carnations also conveys meaning?"

“Erm...” Lukas replied a little stumped. He researched what kind of flowers to bring but not the colour. “I’m afraid I don’t.” He replied honestly. “You looked a little flustered the other day when I came and saw you in sickbay with Lieutenant Dian. I thought this might cheer you up a little.” He added as he stepped into the Doctors quarters.

"I won't mention it then," Aggie laughed. "That's really sweet, thank you." Honestly she did not know what to say, no one had ever delivered her flowers before. "Did you want something to drink, eat?" She took the flowers from him, trying not to show how flushed she felt in the cheeks, and found a vase that she actually kept around because a friend of hers had made it many years ago when they were at the academy together.

“Oh no, I don’t want to impose myself on you, I just wanted to bring you some flowers to...Erm...you know...erm...” The words he was looking completely went from his mind for a good 30 seconds. “...cheer you up.” He said finishing the sentence and regretted even starting it.

Aggie suddenly stopped what she was doing and laughed heartily for a moment. "We're not teenagers and this is not 1896 nor are you a gentleman caller. I think we can both take a breath and relax a little bit. You're not imposing, I was just reading." she pointed to the book, closed and bookmarked on the sofa. It was an actual book made out of paper with a binding. "It's this epic fantasy and it takes a lot of my concentration."

“I’m glad to see I’m not the only one who still reads proper books.” Lukas said with a smile. “I’ll stay but only if you’re sure. It wasn’t my intention to stay.”

Agatha chuckled again. "Yes, you said that already. Have a seat." She smelled the carnations as she thought about what topic of conversation to bring up that wasn't going to make him nervous. "How are things on the bridge? I know I'm a senior officer but I always seem to be hold up in my office or in sickbay most of the time, I don't get up there that often."

Lukas took the offered seat and gave the Doctor a small smile. “The bridge is working well, the officers seem to be gelling well together. How are things going with the medical pod and it’s staff?”

"Fine for the most part," Agatha debated whether or not to mention something but decided against it. Hopefully she'd taken care of the issue, the doctor who had taken it upon himself to do her job for her. But she'd had words with him. She rubbed a loose strand of hair away from her eye. "Are you hungry? Have you eaten dinner?"

“I’ve not eaten since breakfast.” Lukas replied honestly. He hadn’t realised until he was asked when he last ate and now his stomach began to growl as a reminder. “I’m glad things with the medical pod are going ok, I understand it’s a massive burden on you and your staff to help run that too. I’d like say that that will be the hardest part but the colonists on Lamenda are in desperate need of our help.”

"Starfleet officers are terrible at taking care of themselves." She made a tisking noise with her tongue and went to the replicator to order them dinner. "Maybe we should make this a weekly event? Dinner I mean, the two of us?" She stopped what she was doing to look at him and see the reaction to what she'd suggested.

“I’d be happy to oblige, Doctor. Perhaps we could make a breakfast a weekly event too?” He asked with a small smile before instantly regretting it. He hoped he hadn’t come across forward or to strong, it was merely suggested as friends.

That did gain her attention and she looked at him carefully for a moment but Lukas had this barely controlled expression of panic so she just smiled back. "Sure, we could do that. But you might get sick of me. Why are you so scared?"

Lukas didn’t realise he was coming across as scared. He was nervous, but that was because he liked the Doctor a lot and didn’t want to screw their friendship up. “Scared?” He replied with a nervous chuckle. “I’m not scared. Nervous, but not scared.”

"Okay then, why are you nervous? You're acting like a teenager who has never asked a girl out before. And we both agreed that these were not dates. Honestly it doesn't matter to me what we call them. We're adults, what's the worst that could happen? People might gossip? Do you like me more than you said? Sorry, I'm picking on you. It's just that I've never had a man react to me this way. It's positively baffling."

Lukas cleared his throat, the Doctor was right. It was pathetic. “I’m sorry, I like you and, well, I don’t want to screw up a perfectly good friendship that we’ve begun. My recent divorce has knocked my confidence in social events.”

"You won't. I'm not easily scared away." The truth was that once she liked someone it took her forever to get over it. When she fell for someone she fell deeply. She didn't tell people that though and had mostly suffered in silence throughout her adult life. She set a bowl of salad down on the table, reached out to mess up his hair, both an affectionate friendly gesture and a distraction from his worries.

“Thank you.” He said in a playful way as he readjusted his hair. “It’s good to know your not easily scared as I’d probably would have done that already.”

She sighed slightly. "I get attached to people actually." Had she just said that out loud? She was afraid her cheeks were colored and busied herself with the replicator so that she didn't have to turn around and face him.

“Is that a bad thing?” Lukas asked.

"Depends on who you ask." Aggie said honestly. She did not want to go into it. "So .. . French dip sandwiches? French Fries? Salad? Is there anything specific you want to eat other than that?"

“I’m sensing a French theme.” Lukas teased playfully. “That’s all fine for me, thank you.” He added as he looked at the delicious spread in front of him.

"Well next time you want more thought into dinner, bring me gerbera daisies, they're my favorite," Aggie teased right back as she sat down to eat. "Do you think we should actually have an official date? Would that make you less nervous to have that over and done with?"

Lukas made a mental note of the gerbera daisies. “An official date? Really? Would you be willing?”

"Why not? You've been in my quarters and I've been in yours. The worst that could happen is we have a fight about how much the pasta should be cooked or people start a rumor about us but as I nearly ran over someone coming out of your quarters the other night I'm sure the rumors are already flying. And you continually surprise me. I like men who do that. Keeps me on my toes."

Lukas beamed, it had been many years since he had received a complement from a woman. “Very well, after our mission on Lemanda is complete will shall have a date.”

"Okay then, good. So . . . are you worried about Lemanda?" Agatha imagined he was one of those people who had trouble sleeping when there was a lot on his mind.

“I am. The mission is a massive one.” He said as he began to select different foods and placed them on his plate. “But my main concern is the safety of the crew. We were technically enemies of these people not so ping ago, I fee us turning up and offering aid could lead to hostilities towards us. With no real local government and the planet probably living in awful conditions could lead to a volatile situation.”

"Very true. I try my hardest not to pay attention to race other than for medical need of course. Still . . . it's sometimes not easy. Nothing ever is in life. But I promise I will do my job." She waved her hand as if that were enough shop talk. "Silly question, but favorite color?"

“I’m sure you will, Doctor.” Lukas replied before taking a moment. “I’m not sure I’ve ever been asked what my favourite colour is before? Perhaps purple.”

"You have a deep need for emotional security and to create order and perfection in all areas of your life, including your spiritual life. You also have a deep need to initiate and participate in humanitarian projects, helping others in need. Supposedly. I did a paper once on the personality of color, it was very interesting though not scientific. Was more of an interest, I'm fascinated with personality and why people end up the way they do. Guess I should have been a counselor."

“That’s very interesting, it sounds very much like me. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your favourite colour and it’s meaning?” Lukas asked, he was fascinated by what the Doctor had said, he didn’t release there was so much meaning in a simple colour.

"That's hard, It seems like my preferences change but right now I would say that turquoise is my favorite. And I guess in terms of psychology it means s a deep need to create an emotional balance in your life, and a desire to express your own hopes and dreams whether they be idealistic or not. Turquoise represents a desire to make your own way in the world, under your very own terms."

Lukas raised an eyebrow with intrigue. “And does this actually reflex how you feel about your life at the moment?”

Aggie laughed, " I think that's always represented me. I'm independent and stubborn and maybe I have been thinking more about my dreams lately." She gave a small shrug and a smile.

“I wish I could remember my dreams sometimes. My head generally hits the pillow and I’m unconscious.” Lukas commented before taking a sip of his drink.

"I meant daydreams and you know that's a sign that you're not getting enough rest right?" She waived the thought away of nagging him. "Let's just enjoy the rest of the evening and get through this mission."

“To the rest of the evening and mission.” Lukas said raising his glass and smiling at the Doctor.

 

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