CHIEF MEDICAL OFFICER

       i’d like for us all to take a moment to stop & appreciate the Space Mom and how important she is because not only is she mom she is also queen anyway back to your regularly scheduled programming

graínne ní mhaílle ( grace o’malley ). historical. malcolm reynolds. firefly. 

dr. crusher:  nurse will you hand me that christine:  sure mom dr. crusher:  what christine:  what

     She shifts her weight, eyeing the Vulcan with a discerning gaze. She often thinks it funny that motherhood prepared her for this position in ways she could never have foreseen. How many times had Wesley tried to convince her of a phantom illness, despite knowing full well her knowledge and ability? And how often had the discernment of a mother come in handy while wandering the corridors of the Enterprise? If she wasn’t mistaken - this was simply a case of anxiety. Nothing unusual.   ‘I expect you to be punctual, Lieutenant.’

     She mirrors his posture unwittingly, hands folding before her as her back straightens along with the DECLARATION of her title. She’s always been proud of her station on board the flagship - she’d worked hard to get here.   ‘How long are you planning on staying, Ambassador, if I might ask?’

                                                              ‘LIEUTENANT COMMANDER LODZHAL,’   her tone, while professional and matter-of-fact, retains that particular softness she’s learnt to keep close in all her dealings with the crew ( when they don’t merit the harsh commands of a superior officer ),   ‘I believe you’re due in Sickbay this afternoon.’

                                                       ‘YOU KNOW, I THINK he’s getting better,’   she observes as the door to Jean-Luc’s quarters slides shut behind the pair. Just returned from one of Data’s poetry readings, she’d agreed to a nightcap before heading off.   ‘I thought the third sonnet was actually quite moving.’ 

                                                        ‘DOCTOR SONG, you shouldn’t be here.’   The appearance of the other woman is hardly surprising; all the same, with the ship on red alert, there are certain restrictions and regulations that must be adhered to in order to keep the crew safe.   ‘Please return to you quarters.’

                                                                   ‘AMBASSADOR SPOCK,’   a respectful nod of her head and then her eyes drift back up to the Vulcan’s,   ‘it’s an honor, sir. Captain Picard speaks nothing but your praises.’

                                                                                 HER LIPS THIN as she considers Deanna’s words - self-destructive behavior can make itself known in all shapes and forms; sleep deprivation, perhaps the most insidious enemy of doing GOOD WORK on board such a large vessel, seems to be a common thread in all areas of the crew. She understands; there’s always just too much to do in one cycle. Still -----   ‘Well, you can order them to complete a session. You have that ability. But if this crew member is giving you trouble I can add my own orders to the mix and make it a little more difficult for whoever it is to squirm out of it. And, of course, if it continues to be a problem I can remove them from the duty roster until they’ve been evaluated as FIT and healthy.’

                                                                                     SHE’S PLANTED FIRMLY in front of the main biomonitor in Sickbay, arms crossed over her chest, unmovable ( as any good CMO must learn to be ) as she reviews test results from a project she’s recently taken on, when the slick whisper of someone entering behind her pulls her focus. At the sight of the ship’s Counsellor, she smiles.   ‘Deanna, it’s not an interruption at all. Which patient?’

don’t blame cas we have a ‘space parent’ understanding

        STARTER CALL!  one i will actually make good on. i promise. xo.