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.

Marceau wasn’t going to baby her too much, he let her walk on her own, but he was staying really close to her in case she fell.

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

Marceau liked her quarters. The things he’d given her were out and clearly used and that made him really happy. She’d liked them. He also knew she was usually incredibly neat. Not today. He led her to the bed and made her sit down. Then he sat next to her. “You weren’t feeling well this morning, were you?” He cursed quietly in French and then looked at her again, “You could’ve come to me if you didn’t want to involve Sickbay.”

~ Capt Renault

It was hard to sit slowly and not just allow her muscles to give way, to give into the fatigue. She couldn’t though, but once she sat she leaned back against the wall, finally letting her body stop struggling with it. There was no reason to lie to him, he already knew the answer and Helena wouldn’t lie to him anyway. “No, I wasn’t.” She grimaced as he cursed. Marceau didn’t use such language often. She had not intended to upset him. Helena had thought about going to him. She really had but had talked herself out of it. “You were already on the bridge.” She shouldn’t call him away for a personal matter, one she should have gone to sickbay for. “I was really hurting, and since resting wasn’t working I thought if I went to the gym and tried to work through it it would get better.” Obviously not.

Helena

Marceau looked at her, eyes widened slightly, “Non, no that wouldn’t help at all. You’ve got to rest when they’re like that. If resting isn’t working it’s time to look for help, not make them work when they’re clearly having trouble simply existing.” He was upset because he cared and he didn’t like seeing her hurting. He smiled at her and gave her a gentle, friendly hug. “How do they feel now?”

~ Marceau

She knew he was right, “I know…but if I can’t maintain and pass my fitness evals they can ground me or worse.” Helena patted his arm tiredly. “Worse. They hurt worse, and I don’t think I will stand for awhile.”

Helena

“I know. But you have to focus on that when you’re not already hurting.” He started pulling a scanner out, “Do you want me to look or non?” He was trying not to be too much but he worried about her, especially when it came to aftereffects of weird alien diseases.

~ Marceau

Helena looked at him, a warm look hidden behind a knowing grin, even as she looked tired and uncomfortable. “If I say ‘no’ you’re just going to stay here until I agree.” She shook her head, “I could never say no to you, Marceau.”

Helena