That’s one out of three done Fraiser thought to himself as he walked out of the Security office. Now it was merely a matter of his deciding whether he did his physical or psychological first. Ordinarily out of the two Fraiser would choose physical and save the mind games for last, but his research into the other crew members aboard the ship had revealed that the CMO came from an empathic background. As a rule, Flynn tended to avoid empaths, no matter how charming he was they never really took to him. It was like they could sense the darkness that Elaine claimed was inside him, so having one with such a prominant role in sickbay was… problematic. He didn’t need anymore paranoid officers running behind him and crying wolf like Counsellor Hicks had done.

While he deliberated his feet made his choice for him. It seemed that in no time at all they’d taken him straight to the counellors office. He stopped and gave a couple of tugs to his uniform jacket until it was sitting on his shoulders perfectly. Giving a polite nod to a passing NE, he tentitvely touched his hair, ensuring that it was still sitting emmaculately on his head. Given the counsellor was unfortunately male, his good looks wouldn’t quite have the same effect of him as it would should the counsellor have been female. Early on Flynn had learnt that cousellor sessions were merely a mind game; simply put Fraiser sold his character, Counsellor tried to poke holes in it. Until Hicks, he’d been able to sell the perfect officer but Hicks had taken one small coencidence and spun it into a wild theory. Flynn shook his head, there was no point dwelling on that now. Stepping forward he rang the chime to the Counsellors office. As he waited for a response, he stepped sideways so that he could lean against the doorframe and fixed an idel expression on his face. Let the fun begin.

Ensign Flynn
Security