Hannah didn’t like it, not one little bit. She was used to being the one left behind, she did not like being the one leaving. She spent every third week on the Centurion and she knew and had told Jason they were going out for a small shake down sometime soon. It was her job. She didn’t like it.

The first couple of days of her week on the Centurion were busy and work as usual. She sent Jason a brief message, but didn’t have time for more. By the end of her shifts she went straight to bed. It wasn’t until after her shift on the third day, Hannah realized how much she missed Jason. That scared her how quickly her feelings at grown. Then she reminded herself it really wasn’t all that quickly, it was just surprising to find him again so suddenly. Hannah told herself this was good, to have this little break. Everything had happened so quickly and so intensly, a chance to breathe was good. She sent him a message every day. Once simply to complain that replicated sushi did not help her nausea.

Then her week was up and she went back to the penthouse. Middle of the night, the comms went off and she had to report back. The Centurion was going out for 3 days. Hannah had to leave to make sure the Fleet infirmary was in order and then go back to the ship. Hannah hated it.

But while they waited to disembark, Hannah had something she would like to go ahead and get done. So after getting settled she went to see Dr. Fayth

Asimina, AMO