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Java Bilbringi stood at the psychiatry’s door. She had no clue why sickbay sent her to the counseling chief. It was not like she had a problem and even if she did, the old joke of medical had a hypo for everything wasn’t that far off base. Unfortunately Java felt like a ping pong ball right now. A month ago she was on medical’s radar. Three weeks ago Ensign Touskoulis, or who she called crazy hair man, claimed she was not counseling’s issue and sent her back to medical. That dropped her on Ensign Harland’s radar who never let her butt hit the biobed before she sent to women back to counseling this time with a referral to the big man himself. Lt. Nathan No nonsense Harland. Java debated if this was something nice on Chloe’s behalf or a way to end this insane ordeal. Either way she was here now and needed to get this over with. Ringing the chime she waited to be allowed inside the office.

Java Bilbringi

“Enter Java.” Nathan said, alerting her he was very much ready for their appointment. If he had predicted wrong that it was her showing up he might have looked foolish, but he suspected she was going to try and get this over with as quickly as possible. Almost everyone that was referred to him wanted to, wham bam thank you ma’am psychiatry. It never worked that way, but they always assumed it would.

Harland, CNS

Entering the room she was rather shocked at the interior. She had thought that it would be more austere but the bank of greenery behind the couch and the two potted plants gave it a softer feel. It was probably the influence of his wife. Stepping down the small set of stairs as she entered the office, Java ran her fingers over a few blades testing the texture. “You have real plants,” she cocked an eyebrow at him. “You don’t seem the type.”

“I hear it humanizes me… plus my wife enjoys things that are real so I keep live plants” he said as he motioned for her to begin her way down the steps.

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“It humanizes you,” she slowly took the steps never taking her eyes off of Nathan. “Where did you get your degree? Rub some dirt in it and take a lap U,” she quipped back with a small laugh.

“I studied at Oxford, I have Medical Degrees in Neurology and Psychiatry. I also speak 10 languages, I can juggle and I am able to shoot the fly off a man’s head from 300 meters with a SR-2 Kinetic Sniper rifle.” Nathan said with a large smile as he began to move into the office with her.

“Ten languages huh,” Javay leaned against the small half wall looking at the man someone thought was good match to pick her brain and teach her the error of her ways. “artsmay andyay exysay . ouyay areyay ayay angerousday ombinationcay ounselorcay . Anything else interesting to add to the resume. I mean come on is that all you got that makes you special?” It was not that she doubted him. Nathan Harland was overly confident but something behind his expression made one believe it was not bravado but the truth.

“Oh I also had a minor career as a low-end musician on Earth for like a half-second before I gave it up… ” he said as he looked at the guitar he had in his corner. “If you listened to Indie rock stations when I was in the academy you might have heard some… if you were in the bay area at the time.”

“Maybe but I was probably in like primary school back then,” she shrugged it off. The counselor was so easy on the eyes and for the most part was rather easy to talk to. It was not like Javay had issues talking to people though. She enjoyed these chit chats.

Moving to the couch she sat down and took a long swig of coffee from the cup in her left hand. With enough cream and sugar it was tolerable but not as good as the coffee in science’s lobby. those people knew how to pick and grow a coffee bean but then again they were sciences. The small counseling symbol imprinted on the paper sleeve showed it was the generic brew offered in the lobby. “Oh and for the record, my name is not Ja..va. It is Ja..vay…uh,” she corrected him.

Java Bilbringi

Nathan stared at the woman for a second as he rolled his eyes. “Sure, Javay it is… how can I help you today?” He asked her as he crossed his legs as he waited for her to begin.

Harland, CNS

“Sign that slip that says Lt. Juan Valdez is the one smoking crack and I am as sane as nyone,” she gave a half nod to the stack of PaDD’s teetering like an electronic form of Jenga.

“Well, let’s just find out… Valdez?” he said as he looked down at the PaDD. Something felt like a slip there, but he wasn’t certain yet. Names didn’t match, seemed to be something she was trying to hint to.

“Phonological assimilation,” she confessed polishing off her coffee and setting the cup down on the table. “His real name is Pardez so I moved the bilabial to a labial dental.”

Buried among the files was a form from Lt. Juan Pardez who was referring the ensign to counseling for the medical condition of Substance Use Disorder.

To: Ensign Harland, Chloe@ Starfleet. medical. Starcom
From: Lt. Pardez, Juan @ Starfleet. operations. Starcom

Ensign Harland, I am referring Ms. Bilbringi to Sickbay for an evaluation on substance abuse. She is currently unable to complete a shift for a period of longer than two hours before she requires a break. While these breaks tend to be no more than five minutes in nature, the regularity at which she needs them is proving to be difficulty when supplies are to come in or meetings run longer than expected. She shows signs of irritation ranging to hostility and she tends to have a lack of productivity expected on the job when required to immediately start a shift prior to 0800 hours. Please give her an evaluation to determine if this is a physical or mental condition to which she should receive treatment.

Lt. Juan Pardez

To: Lt. Harland, Nathan@Starfleet. Counseling . Starcom
From: Ensign Harland, Chloe @Starfleet. Medical . Starcom

Lt. Harland please give Ensign Bilbringi a counseling screener on substance abuse. The condition she is experiencing is having a physiological effect but she is denying her actions as a contributing factor for her insomnia, headaches, irritability, and inability to maintain a steady work rate without the substance.

Ensign Chloe A. Harland

While no one would give a second glance to her signature, Nathan was married to Chloe and knew the addition of her middle initial meant she also sent a private email in their Bang account as a follow up.

To: Freudwasanidiot@Bang. Starcom
From: SexyERnurse@ Bang. Starcom

Baby I love you but,
1. Dude do not ping pong this chick back to me. She is definitely having an issue and it’s nothing I can fix with a stab of the old hypo.
2. Good luck because she “doesn’t have a problem” which is what they all say.
3. Chinese for dinner?

Lovin’ you,
Chloe

Java Bilbringi

Nathan smiled as he looked at the message.

To: SexyERnurse@ Bang. Starcom
From: Freudwasanidiot@Bang. Starcom

I am tired of Chinese, let’s go with Klingon… you said you wanted to try Pugk’s Noodles. I hear they got 4 out of 5 stars on Yalp. They have some dead options for you, they cater to purists and more finicky ones like yourself.

Javay watched Nathan appear to be reading over her file until he began to tap out a message. “Are you sending an email on my dime,” she broke out laughing watching Nathan work. The slight smile to his lips indicated he was either enjoying replying to whoever he was responding to on the PaDD or it was a personal message.

Nathan paused as he looked up from the PaDD at Javay. “So, lets cut the chit chat Javay… what are you on? Downers? Uppers? Purvian Giggle Dust? Vulcan Muscle Laxatives? Romulan Space Roids?” Nathan said, he knew this would come off as a ridiculous start, but it also let him gauge and understand people. He learned just as much on reactions to his brutal honesty more often than probing questions. She didn’t want him to know something, and if he made it seem worse than it was she would overreact and try to correct the path so she didn’t come out looking worse.

Harland, CNS

“Well how else would you spell relief,” she smiled back after answering his question. She had no idea why he was coming out of the gate swinging but she enjoyed his sarcastic and all-business approach to therapy. At least he didn’t stoop to the classic intro of tell me about yourself. “But that is only when I have a massive attack of indigestion from Pepe El Tepe. I mean that food is the bomb but that bomb explodes about three hours later. Have you been there yet.... to that new Earth-Mex stall on the promenade? If not I would suggest to take the Missus out for date night there.”

Javay