#ensigngillianf

✔ five people are on to you

He had been laying low for sixth months, dodging the police and star fleet the same. San Francisco had been easy enough to merge with, and to Khan, it became part of him. The scum of the underbelly that lurked in the city's streets became his cover, and like a man with purpose he waited.

It concerned her a little; Gillian had a knack of getting over run.  Theresa reasoned to herself that it was nothing she couldn’t handle.  She knew that the Ensign looked up to Carol Marcus, her friend and a favourite former student.  When the assignments had been posted she was sure it was the Ensigns desire to serve on that ship, and to work with Marcus. 

As a combat and weapons specialist she always had a list of side-projects, and she liked to delegate them to particularly brilliant or ambitious students.  Quickly she found a project on radiation leaks from phasers and forwarded it to the Ensign.  If nothing else it would give her a chance to work with Carol and at best it would solve an on-going problem with standard Starfleet issue weaponry.  That was decided then, it was win-win.

She sent the message, signing off with a trademark challenge.

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It was 0400 hours, but Aella was awake. She tried to remember the last time she had slept, and honestly couldn't recall.

She wasn't in her room. She was in her off-duty clothes, wandering around the vast ship. She remembered how on Vulcan she had loved the night because of how dark and cold and empty it got. How she could wander around outside for hours and hours without any worries of running into anyone. On Earth, the moon had slightly dampened the effect of the night, but the night was still such a dark and omnious place, a place she enjoyed.

It was times like these when Aella asked herself if a starship was really the right place for someone who wished to remain completely alone. It was also times like these when Aella asked herself if she really wanted to be alone, or if it was just the easiest thing to do.

There was an ensign on somewhere, and she felt something strange about them. She hated herself even as she moved forward, following the heartbeat of the ensign, following their emotions and thoughts. Just leave the girl alone. She'll recognize you as the "odd girl" aboard the ship. Don't get involved, Aella, she told herself, but she didn't slow her pace.