Posted by Captain Marceau Renault (Commanding Officer) in side - sim: What No One Else Sees

Posted by Lieutenant Helena Laursen (Helm/Nagivation Officer) in side - sim: What No One Else Sees

Posted by Captain Marceau Renault (Commanding Officer) in side - sim: What No One Else Sees
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Helena checked the chronometer as she left the gym, again. She hurt and was tired and the only thing she wanted to do was collapse on her bunk and not move until her next shift. With any bit of luck she would make it back to her quarters without running into Marceau. He should be on the bridge or in his ready room, but he was the captain. He could go wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Otherwise she was really gonna be in trouble. She leaned against the wall of the lift until it stopped on C Deck. Then made her way toward the aft section of the deck and her quarters.

Laursen, pilot

It was not Helena’s lucky day. Marceau was on duty, but he’d had to run to his quarters for a moment, for a data disk. He was on C deck then as well. He headed down the corridor, towards the lift. To his trained eye, it did not take more than a second to take in Helena’s pained, slower movements. The way she seemed to be struggling.

He hurried towards her, looking worried. “Helena… You are supposed to rest when you are hurting. Are you okay?” He had his hands on her shoulders, gently. “If you looked any worse, I’d think you managed to catch it all over again.”

~ Capt Renault

Helena was too tired to flinch or try and make it look like she didn’t hurt as much as she did. Of course he would catch her, and he would notice. Why not? Marceau had been her doctor and best friend for years. She gave him a classic sassy smile, but it didn’t hide the symptoms, not from him. “Oh bite your tongue. We’ll have to have another poker game to counteract your words.” She glanced down the corridor, “I just need to sit and put my gym bag down.”

Laursen, pilot

“We can play whenever you want, as long as you don’t hurt yourself.” Marceau said, smiling. He took her gym bag and put it over his own shoulder. “Then I will help you. But if you don’t start feeling better you need to visit Sickbay.”

~ Capt Renault

It was the tone that would start the rumors. It wasn’t that he was helping her. It was always immediately obvious that Marceau would help anyone who needed it. No it was the way he took her bag without asking, his hands on her shoulders, rhe way he looked at her, and rhe tone of his voice. But Helena knew, no matter what anyone else said, those things didn’t mean what the rumors claimed. Oh no. If Marceau had felt like that about her, they still wouldn’t just be friends 13 years later.

“Yes, Captain,” she tossed him a sassy look. It was that or she would say something she shouldn’t. She continued walking, under her own power. Pure stubbornness that Marceau would recognize. This was a moment, a blink, she was not going to let this ground her. She pressed the control for her door and walked in. They were much smaller than Marceau’s. A single twin bed and a work station and a locker.

Her models were secured to the shelf (the one Marceau gave her dead center), pictures of her family, the Blackjacks, and her and Marceau from across their careers were secured to the walls, her books (the mythology book from Marceau sat askew with a bookmark peeking out) sat on the desk. Helena was always very neat. So the unmade bed and discarded pajamas on the floor were a testament to how she had been feeling when she woke up that morning.

Laursen