Posted by Lieutenant Alexis Bonner (Assistant Chief Medical Officer) in Friends or Frenemies-SB 157 Medical

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ever Zeanar (Chief of Psychiatry) in Friends or Frenemies-SB 157 Medical
Demons or Angels. Digging up the past, walking over buried graves. There were moments in life to reconcile one’s own course that had collided with another’s story. Sometimes the part played was a villain, others a hero. On occasion, a chance to rewrite mistakes of character presented it’s way to create a better version of self. An extension of a hand given in an apology to the universe and hoping for redemption. Or perhaps the absence created reborn dormant wounds summoned to soon. 

Dangerous lips laced with honey eyed words. Quick with compliments, flawless in beauty that even deities envied. A lover who had drawn her in with false praise and desperate worship, watching her moves intently, plunging her into a tidal wave of addiction and confusing sensations torn between Heaven and Hell. Ever had known the fruit was Forbidden. The bright red apple hung low from the tree deliciously like a canvas against a blue night. Fierce desire  burned through her finger tips as she had plucked the apple that was not hers to take. And she devoured every tasty morsel, not one damn bit sorry. 

The doors to the medical department swished noisily open, followed shortly by Ever’s entrance.  Stopping two feet inside, she placed her hand against the crook of her hip. Long dark hair flowed to the middle of her back looking like she was only missing a rose between her lips. Matching dark eyes bore straight to their target, “Hello my dear Alexis.”

Lt Commander Ever Zeanar, CoP

That voice, Alexis would never forget it. She had only heard it twice, within the same 10 minutes, that shattered her life. Or so she had thought at the time. The rose colored glasses of youth making her blind to what reality had really been. Not that she was much older now, but she felt it. She’d thrown herself into her work and now she was the Assistant Chief Medical Officer of the best hospital ship in the fleet. Nothing to thumb her nose at. She had made a place for herself in Star Fleet despite the embarrassment, pity, and side long glances of her fellow crew mates.

Soulis had been…Alexis sighed. He was smooth and suave and attentive and everything that a girl thought a man should be. He was extravagant and over the top. She hadn’t listened to the rumors though. The other female officers were just jealous. That’s all it had been. Alexis had convinced herself of that. He had been older and she had told herself that that meant he had moved passed the obnoxious behavior of youth. That he was a man when others were just boys. Oh but she had been so wrong. He was older with far more experience and good at keeping secrets rather than being honest about his attentions.

That voice, heard from just up the corridor as she exchanged personnel and intimate non-whispers outside Soulis’s quarters. He hadn’t timed it well, or maybe he had timed it just right. Alexis had been devastated, her young heart broken. But it had been a good lesson. For a long time she had been angry at Ever, but then she realized it hadn’t been Ever’s fault. Soulis was very good at giving each woman he came into contact with the illusion of what they wanted. But despite that revelation and the years in between, her voice made Alexis feel like that very foolish young ensign again.

Without turning around, she knew who was standing behind her. “Hello, Ever.” She didn’t know what else to say to her. She finished with what she was doing. Auxiliary Sickbay was Alexis’s domain, her world and her kingdom. She would not be flapped and she would not be rocked from her foundation. She turned to look at the woman who not only had an unwilling hand in destroying her young heart, but had also freed it.

Lt. Bonner, AMO

For women, there is a direct line between her heart and what she hears. Soulis understood this all too well and knew how to tear women apart, from themselves and each other. Self-servings and self-centred as the man was and likely always would be, women like Ever and Alexis fell prey to his words as if the cadence of the universe kept time with resonance of whispered secrets. Was it any wonder, when these ancient truths of men’s lies and misdeeds turned women’s hearts stone and dust? Oh but how bodies and souls remembered the sweetness of lies and longing. 

When a woman is in the flowering of her youth, her life is full of exuberant impulses mixed with gravity defying beauty. Flawless skin, not yet etched with time, worry and heartache matched with the firmness of the hidden places that delight and heighten sensuality. And yet still cursed with forever knowing a younger, prettier girl is closing in, standing behind, waiting her turn. Old does not have standards or stages. One is either young or old. Youth is not appreciated, but envied. And the young fear age like flowers in a vase, cells decaying, petals falling and left forgotten in stagnate water. When a woman enters the prime of  life, she becomes invisible, no longer seen as desirable or competition. Some women faded into the background. Others, like Ever, wrapped herself in all of the years of collected wisdom and femininity and boldly took stage with  confidence releasing the beauty of a fully matured flower, roots firmly planted in astral knowledge of self actualisation. 

Words fell flat and without emotion. Ever could not discern what Alexis was thinking or feeling outside calm and steady. She had not put any thought until this moment, how unfolded events had affected the other woman. No. It was she that had been the ‘other woman’. Replying back with a matched level of professionalism, Ever simple said, “do you have time to do my medical evaluation? I just joined the Ogawa crew. Chief of Psychiatry.  I see you have been promoted to Assistant Chief Medical Officer. Congratulations. That’s a rather high accomplishment. For someone your age particularly.” 

Lt. Commander Ever, Zeanar, CoP