Posted by Lieutenant Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Three Isn’t A Crowd If You Don’t Want It To Be
Sharah had developed a routine. She got up, she worked, then she stayed out, anywhere, as long as she could, returning back to her quarters in time to fall asleep. Today was no different. In her office she hung up her lab coat and changed from her uniform to a pair black jeans and a light blue, long sleeved wrap around shirt. She clipped her combadge to her shirt, made sure all her patient files were saved and closed and then left her office.

There was a beautiful park in the center of the colony between the hospital and government building. Sharah went most weekends to the market that was there. She was in the mood for something a little less manicured. Where the plants felt a bit wilder. Yavia had told her there were a lot of parks if Sharah was willing to take the time. All she really had now was time. She should have asked Yavia about it before, but it was her day off and the woman worked too hard to intrude on her personal time. She exited the hospital and picked a random direction and went in search of something not so urban.

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About thirty minutes into her journey, a familiar voice called out “Heya, Doc! What brings you out to this neck of tha’ woods?” The voice came from a part of the park that was far less traveled than most. Tall trees stood around in a seemingly endless canopy, although that randomness was absolutely planned. There was the sound of rustling grass, and then who should appear out of the trees but one Major General Charles Tenkiller. He was wearing jeans and a red and blue checkered Western shirt with pearl snaps on the front and brown boots. His long black hair was tied back in a pony tail, and his face had a freshly scrubbed look to it. He smiled a warm and genuine smile and walked up to Sharah and said “Fancy meeting you here.” and before she could protest, he gave her a small hug.

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