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Post by Brie on Jan 17, 2007 13:46:04 GMT -6
Pierce had easily settled into his new life as Holt. The real Holt had been a quiet man, a bit of a loner, and Pierce used that to his advantage. Any changes in personality he could explain by claiming that the fire in which "Holt" had been injured had changed his outlook on life. No one questioned him, though. No one had known the original Holt well enough to notice a difference. Pierce used the former Holt's quietness to his advantage, he could listen in on conversations without being noticed. He could learn things about the working-people of the fleet, information that would come in handy sometime in the future. He would still prove to be the savior of the fleet.
The only thing that Pierce didn't like was the work. Somehow he thought that janitorial work was below a god. He had originally planned on transferring to the Prison Barge, but that could wait. His subjects would still be there when he needed them. Patience. It was a very important skill for a god to have.
Holt had found comfort in the arms of a young woman named Challa. She had some purpose. She talked a little bit more than he would have liked, but the physical advantages were worth her droning. As a research assistant Challa also had a decent security clearance, a code that she had been more than willing to share with Holt, under the lie that he was searching for more information on relieving chronic pain for burn victims. He was actually trying to find out what had happened to Kyla and his son. The official records listed Kyla as dead, having died while delivering a stillborn child. Pierce didn't believe it for a micron.
Giving the sleeping Challa a kiss on the head, Holt rose from the bed, pulled on his coveralls, then left for work.
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Post by Brie on Jan 17, 2007 14:02:40 GMT -6
After her conversation with Artus, Brie checked the room where the shooting had occurred. The walls were torn up, and it still smelled like pesticides. There HAD been crawlons! It was a good thing that they had made other arrangements, there was no way that Amy would have been able to stay there until it was totally redone. Brie smiled, the idea of spending time together as mother and daughter thrilled and terrified her at the same time.
A couple of centons later Brie returned to her own quarters. Without watching where she was going she walked right into a bed that had been stuck in her office. There was a delivery order attached, the strange thing was that it was a normal bed, not a biobed. Surely someone recovering from serious surgery would need something more specialized! She would have to contact the medlab, see what was going on.
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Post by Brie on Jan 17, 2007 19:32:25 GMT -6
Brie read the delivery order and everything seemed correct, so the first thing that she did, with great effort, was to move the extra bed into the bedroom. It was a tight fit, but it was better than having poor Amy stuck sleeping in the office. She then checked her messages. The first one was from the med lab.
Major Brie,
If all goes as planned, Captain Amy will be returning to full active duty by this time tomorrow. Medically she’s healthier than most of us. We don't use the word "miracle" lightly, but it applies in this case. There's no other way to explain it.
The Medical Staff
The second message was from Lt. Osh, bartender in the Officer’s Club.
Brie,
I thought you should know that there was a bit of a problem earlier. Lieutenant Artus I think his name is, you know, the one who returned from the dead, was in here, screaming at a new female ensign and her date. He mentioned something about her being his wing. No one was hurt, but he rather embarrassed himself. Thought you’d want to know.
Osh.
P.S., I still owe you a drink for surviving the Cylon moon mission. Stop by to collect anytime!
“Frack,” Brie said out loud. “I had really hoped that was going to work.” She started a quick message to Gold Squadron.
Attention, Gold Squadron. There will be a couple of changes in wings. Ensign Persephone will be my new wingman. Lieutenant Artus...Without realizing what she was doing Brie glanced at Amy's file. Although she had been on medical leave for quite a while Amy’s certifications were still current for another two sectars. As she typed the words seemed to fly out of her fingers...will be Captain Amy's new wing. Brie posted the orders, then tried to comprehend what she had just done. If Amy wanted the orders changed she would do it, but somehow she felt as if it was fate.
Shaking her head, Brie headed to the turbowash. She had a date to get ready for.
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Post by Amy81 on Jan 18, 2007 12:09:23 GMT -6
The turbowash door opened just as Brie was reaching for the knob, and out walked Amy, wearing only a towel wrapped around her. She was using a second towel on her hair, attempting to dry it.
"Oh!" she said at the sight of Brie, "Hi mom! I thought I heard a noise out here." She looked past Brie, noticing the bed. "Oh good, the bed is here. Now if I could just get my clothes. Do you believe they stowed all my stuff? Guess that's what happens when they think you've died."
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Post by Brie on Jan 18, 2007 14:37:58 GMT -6
Brie pulled an extra robe out of the closet and handed it to Amy. "The last time they thought I died, they implemented my will. I came back and all my stuff was gone. I've been able to get my pictures back, and the rest doesn't really matter. Don't worry, I have plenty of things you can borrow, as I told you before Boleman gave me all of Trula's clothes. Help yourself, I haven't even looked at all of it myself. I'll take care of the paperwork to get you a new set of uniforms, and get your things unstowed. I would have done it already, but I didn't think you were going to be released until tomorrow. Meet me in the office when you're dressed." Brie was glad that her daughter was better, but it meant her own plans would have to be cancelled. The Starliner Alpha would have to wait. “Plus I need to contact Justin,” she mumbled, hoping Amy didn’t hear.
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Post by Amy81 on Jan 18, 2007 18:39:29 GMT -6
"Sorry if I surprised you" Amy said. "The docs couldn't find a reason to hold me any longer, aside from the fact that I should have been there longer, according to them." She shrugged. "Guess I just heal fast." She turned away, her eyes blackening over for a moment before returning to normal.
She turned back, holding a pair of shoes dangling from one finger. "I do have these though. My only possession." She laughed at the word as it came out, something about it striking her really funny.
"I'll check through the clothes after I dry off." Once again she turned away, then back once more. "Thanks mom" she added. Then she shuffled off through the doorway, leaving behind her a thin trail of water as it dripped off of her. As it hit the floor it evaporated in little puffs of steam, drying as if it never was there at all.
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Post by Brie on Jan 19, 2007 8:54:25 GMT -6
Brie checked the thermostat in the room. It didn't seem to be working correctly, the settings were the same but the air was warmer than usual. She turned it down, then headed to her office. She made the requests for the uniforms and for Amy's possessions, but paused before sending the note to JustinB. She was having mixed feelings; she was thrilled that Amy was healthy again but she was also starting to realize just how excited she had been about the date. She knew that they could reschedule, although she had no idea if the Starliner Alpha had a waiting list. The whole concept of dating again had a surreal quality to it. Most of her adult personal life had been wrapped up in Turner, first being with him, then not letting go, finally knowing the truth. She had never really pictured a future without him, especially with someone else. As a sealed warrior couple, moving on if one of them died had been something they had discussed and she knew that he would approve, but it still felt strange that she was allowing herself to entertain the possibility of caring for someone else.
Giving herself a micron to reflect, Brie stared past her keyboard. She had never really been on a first date before, at least not like one was supposed to have been. She had overheard Turner mentioning a bet that he had made about asking her out, so when he did she accepted, planning on humiliating him publicly. She had thought that they would just have dinner in the Mess Hall at the Academy, Turner had other ideas. He had received permission for a quiet dinner for two in one of the classrooms. He had somehow managed to make it romantic. To Brie's surprise she enjoyed herself, and when he openly told Brie that there had been a bet involved, she appreciated his honesty. He promised that someday he would tell her the entire story, a promise that he hadn't been able to keep. By the end of the evening Brie was hooked, and she and Turner were inseparable.
Brie sighed. "No use thinking about the past," she said out loud. "Or a future that might never be. I have other responsibilities now. Justin, please understand." Her fingers paused above the keyboard.
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Post by Amy81 on Jan 19, 2007 9:44:40 GMT -6
"Who are ya writing?" Amy asked from the doorway.
She walked in, wearing a pull over sweater with the words "Colonial Movers Inc." in bold letters across the front. From Trula's clothes she'd also found a loose fitting pair of sweatpants to go with it. She was barefoot and her hair was still damp, yet neatly combed. She flopped into a chair on the other side of Brie's desk.
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Post by Brie on Jan 19, 2007 13:21:40 GMT -6
"Oh," Brie said, not having realized that Amy was there. "I had an appointment tonight. I'm just going to reschedule." She knew that she had mentioned the date with Justin the last time that they talked, she hoped that Amy didn't remember. Spending time with her newfound daughter was what mattered at the moment.
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Post by Amy81 on Jan 19, 2007 13:40:19 GMT -6
"Are you sure?" Amy asked. "Don't change anything on my account. I know this is new to both of us. I mean, I roomed here before, but this time it's a lot different...."
She couldn't help but smile for a moment. This was different, in more ways than Brie could know. Amy felt the presense, the demon in her head. It was just there, not controlling, just observing, along for the ride. She felt comforted by it, knowing it was protecting her.
"So if I'm being a fourth turbo here just say so, okay? I'll take a walk or something."
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