[He'll even make sure he doesn't walk her across campus in daylight if that makes her feel better, at least until they get all this figured out.]
They're going to come up with some kind of story. Hopefully, it won't be too difficult to remember.
[They were in this together now. She might've been holding on to her Illyrian Secret by herself for all this time, but this one is on the both of them.]
( any more and she might feel like a dirty little secret. even if una's used to the secret part.
but she smiles, touched. and knows that he's right: there'll be a story, especially since they can't talk about other universes publically. at least it'll cover her not wanting to talk about the last two years of her non-existent experiences, right? )
Thank you.
( now let her eat her pancakes, sir )
Was there anything strange you remember in her medical information?
( anything doctors would certainly pick up on if una didn't have said thing )
She broke her arm during the weeks at my ranch. Got thrown off a horse. It healed fine but there was a faint scar. It's been long enough that it could have faded.
[His never did even though it happened over 40 years ago., but then he wasn't an Illyrian. Then he reaches over for a PADD to pull up Una's records and hands it over.]
( there's a small frown at hearing about the scar, doubting it would have faded enough by this point but very few people get to see her arms, outside of him and medical it's a non-issue.
but then he slides the padd over and she reads it as she eats her pancakes, pausing after a couple of minutes )
It should be fine.
( sometimes her almost eidetic memory came in handy. she could remember these details, especially since there wasn't too much that was different )
Medical can quiz me all they like. What time did you tell them we'd be over?
Picadillo. You don't have to eat it but it already feels like it'll be the kind of day I need it.
( a day where she needs very hot to recover from the ridiculous stress of the day. aka starfleet intelligence. she's dealt with them before under very different circumstances but this time she couldn't sass her way out of it )
You don't make it right because you don't like spicy food.
( she'd tried to show her chris a couple of times whilst he'd been making it and even though he'd gotten it a little better it never came out like the replicated one. her cooking didn't even match up to it, though she wasn't as good of a cook anyway )
Well, if they do you might hear me yell at them across the offices.
( he wouldn't, when she was really mad she didn't yell, she got quiet and that was more terrifying even to her superiors. she trusted it to be the same here, though she assumed that even if she was annoyed here she'd be stonewalled rather than coming out on top. they had to make her work in this universe, she didn't have any cards here. the truth publicly would hurt her over help her )
Though I'd bank on it being a long day just to be safe, with a few more after that.
( she was just looking forward to curling up in bed tonight once the day was over, hopefully besides him. she still felt a little conflicted on how she should feel about that but he made her happy, he was happy... she wanted to not care )
How long will it take to get over there?
( she's considering asking to go early, calm in his office before it starts )
( because she wasn't going to count on starfleet intelligence to get her back, betting that they'd find a way to smooth it over. she's seen it before. that'd be a project she worked on privately. it wasn't a lack of faith just acceptance of an awkward situation )
( she gets up to sort herself out, rebrush her hair, make sure she looks fine for the day, even if it is just a meeting with starfleet. but she's in civilian dress, not certain she should be in uniform here, and at least a damn sight more presentable than her pyjamas last night in medical.
when she comes back out, shoes replicated and on, she rests a hand on his arm, kissing him )
You'll get me through this. ( even just the thought of him. she'd get through it alone but he helped. always )
( his compliments always mean the most to her, always cheer her no matter how small they are. and today she kind of needs it, needs something to hang onto )
Let's go?
( she holds out a hand to him. it'll be safe enough until they get there, at least )
( she would cite so many regulations back on them if they didn't. or maybe get up and leave. she'd keep her head down, no one would have to know that una chin-riley somehow wasn't dead. no one would know she was there if she wanted it so.
but una also didn't want it to come to that, she figured at some point she might need their cooperation and she didn't need to give them a reason to investigate her )
They need this to go as well as I do. They might be able to bury me but I don't think they will, not yet, and they've got nothing after they do that. They'll be reasonable enough. Irritating but reasonable.
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( though she paused, thinking about it )
In your office though. Anywhere public I'll probably get a lot of questions, if it's anyone I didnt meet on my side?
( she had a lot to brush up on )
I need to keep my head down for a while. We'll see what happens after I see Intelligence but it's going to be a long road.
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[He'll even make sure he doesn't walk her across campus in daylight if that makes her feel better, at least until they get all this figured out.]
They're going to come up with some kind of story. Hopefully, it won't be too difficult to remember.
[They were in this together now. She might've been holding on to her Illyrian Secret by herself for all this time, but this one is on the both of them.]
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but she smiles, touched. and knows that he's right: there'll be a story, especially since they can't talk about other universes publically. at least it'll cover her not wanting to talk about the last two years of her non-existent experiences, right? )
Thank you.
( now let her eat her pancakes, sir )
Was there anything strange you remember in her medical information?
( anything doctors would certainly pick up on if una didn't have said thing )
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[His never did even though it happened over 40 years ago., but then he wasn't an Illyrian. Then he reaches over for a PADD to pull up Una's records and hands it over.]
There's everything.
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but then he slides the padd over and she reads it as she eats her pancakes, pausing after a couple of minutes )
It should be fine.
( sometimes her almost eidetic memory came in handy. she could remember these details, especially since there wasn't too much that was different )
Medical can quiz me all they like. What time did you tell them we'd be over?
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[And Starfleet has very big fans.]
If you need anything have someone find me.
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The only thing I'll need is your office when they're done with me. And food.
( she sighs, pushing the padd a little away from her )
I might... request something tonight you won't be a fan of.
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You have it. Even has a pretty decent couch for sleeping.
[And now that sounds ominous.]
What's that?
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( a day where she needs very hot to recover from the ridiculous stress of the day. aka starfleet intelligence. she's dealt with them before under very different circumstances but this time she couldn't sass her way out of it )
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She said I never made it right, had a favorite place. I'll pick some up.
[And she liked it so much he started eating it. His order was never quite as hot a Una's but it wasn't too bad.]
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( she'd tried to show her chris a couple of times whilst he'd been making it and even though he'd gotten it a little better it never came out like the replicated one. her cooking didn't even match up to it, though she wasn't as good of a cook anyway )
I'll appreciate it later.
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Didn't notice the hot sauce on the eggs?
[Sure enough, clear evidence of red sauce on his plate.]
But you're right, she said I never made it hot enough. I'll get some before I come home for the night.
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( because why would she? it isn't something that she's used to )
Thank you. I just hoe it's as good as I remember after what today will be.
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[It still wasn't her preferred habanero sauce, but it was something.]
I hope everything works out today and they don't put you through too much.
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( he wouldn't, when she was really mad she didn't yell, she got quiet and that was more terrifying even to her superiors. she trusted it to be the same here, though she assumed that even if she was annoyed here she'd be stonewalled rather than coming out on top. they had to make her work in this universe, she didn't have any cards here. the truth publicly would hurt her over help her )
Though I'd bank on it being a long day just to be safe, with a few more after that.
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We'll get through it all, then deal with whatever the aftermath of their decision is going to be.
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How long will it take to get over there?
( she's considering asking to go early, calm in his office before it starts )
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[He doesn't blame her, the faster she gets over there, the faster it would be over.]
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( because she wasn't going to count on starfleet intelligence to get her back, betting that they'd find a way to smooth it over. she's seen it before. that'd be a project she worked on privately. it wasn't a lack of faith just acceptance of an awkward situation )
And maybe I'm trying to get back to you quicker.
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[He gets up to clear his plate.]
And honestly, the faster we can get out of the city, the happier I'm going to be.
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( she gets up to sort herself out, rebrush her hair, make sure she looks fine for the day, even if it is just a meeting with starfleet. but she's in civilian dress, not certain she should be in uniform here, and at least a damn sight more presentable than her pyjamas last night in medical.
when she comes back out, shoes replicated and on, she rests a hand on his arm, kissing him )
You'll get me through this. ( even just the thought of him. she'd get through it alone but he helped. always )
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You know where to find me, if you need me.
[But he does kiss her back, and can't help his complement.]
You look great.
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( his compliments always mean the most to her, always cheer her no matter how small they are. and today she kind of needs it, needs something to hang onto )
Let's go?
( she holds out a hand to him. it'll be safe enough until they get there, at least )
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[He squeezes her hand, trying to let her know that it's going to be okay. Whatever happens he'll be there for her when she needs him.]
I have a class in the morning. I'll have lunch brought to my office, if they give you a break.
[They should, as she isn't a prisoner, and then they were off to Starfleet's main buildings.]
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( she would cite so many regulations back on them if they didn't. or maybe get up and leave. she'd keep her head down, no one would have to know that una chin-riley somehow wasn't dead. no one would know she was there if she wanted it so.
but una also didn't want it to come to that, she figured at some point she might need their cooperation and she didn't need to give them a reason to investigate her )
They need this to go as well as I do. They might be able to bury me but I don't think they will, not yet, and they've got nothing after they do that. They'll be reasonable enough. Irritating but reasonable.
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