Tomb Raider and the Counselor "
By: Patia Zoei, Chief Counselor, [PC]
Dr. Alyssa Caitlin Northrop, Intel Officer, [PST]

Stardate: 58205.09 1000

When the door opened, the archeologist stepped inside, "Hello.....Counselor? I'm here for my appointment."

Zoei glanced up. "Come in and have a seat. I will have this wrapped up in just a moment." She smiled slightly at the woman who had entered her office. "Pick any spot you like on any of the couches over there."

Quickly, Zoei tidied the file she had been reviewing. She slipped it into its slot and slid back from her desk.

Northrop moved over to the couch and sat down. She looked somewhat different just now, sitting there. Very unlike the Alyssa Northrop that the crew of the Zion had seen since she'd gotten here. She looked almost timid, sitting with her knees together and her hands held tightly in her lap. Her eyes were a bit wider than normal as she watched the Counselor move across the room.

Zoei crossed to the sitting area. She settled into her seat, with her leg tucked up under her. "I had a memo from Captain Hunter that accompanied the request for the appointment. Since this isn't a traditional appointment, let's get started with how you wound up in my office today."

"Well," she began, her voice soft, "It would seem that I made the Captain mad....and now he's punishing me by making me talk to you and then making me go spend four days with the Klingons. Apparently he didn't like some of the things I told him." Alyssa looked quite uncomfortable where she sat on the very edge of the couch cushion.

"I don't think I am following you. This counseling session is a punishment? What did you say to the Captain?" Patia was puzzled about the comment regarding the Captain punishing Northrop by making her come to Zoei's office. Counseling, although it could be recommended if a superior officer deemed it was necessary, should never be construed as punishment if a positive outcome was to be expected.

"He said I lack discipline. Though that's a load of..." she blushed and restrained herself, "That's not correct. I'm as disciplined as they come.....I just don't enjoy being called incompetent. I've been surviving out here and getting my job done for a long time....all by myself. And he has the audacity to think I couldn't handle a Ferengi that might be a little bit dangerous?"

Alyssa swore under her breath in Trill, "Anyway....when I told him I was capable of handling the situation, apprently he decided that I needed to be taught a lession. So...he gave me a choice. Either a half hour session with you and 4 days on a Klingon Bird of Prey or 6 hours with you and remedial Academy training." Northrop looked none too happy with either option.

"My thinking is that I can handle the Klingons. At least with them I know what to expect."

"I see. Why would the Captain have thought you lacked discipline?"

"It's probably because I don't beat around the bush like you military types. Life's too short....so I get to the point. There's a chance that maybe I put a bit too much force behind my opinions." The brunnette shrugged, "I don't know....sometimes I think it was a mistake joining the Maquis."

Looking Zoei in the eyes, "I've never been one to take orders well. Just ask my old University Professors."

"I can understand that. However, right now, you are on a military vessel. As much as it may grate against you, there are formalities that need to be followed. Are you prepared for your time on the Klingon ship?" Zoei carefully watched Northrop for her reaction.

For a few moments all Zoei got in return was a shrug of the shoulders. "I've dealt with Klingons before...I even speak their language. I studied their culture a bit in school...and I find that it's very similar to that of the Ancient Japanese. They're honorable people...and most of them don't get hung up on formality. So long as you do your job. Personally, I think that they would find my 'lack of discipline' to be rather Klingon-like. And I suppose if things get too out of hand, a few well placed blows can resolve the situation." Alyssa smirked a bit, leaning back in the chair, "Who knows...maybe I can pick up some more Mok'bara while I'm there. I'm pretty good with most bladed weapons....such as the Bat'leth....but I don't have what they'd call good form. Just a mix of what's proven to work."

"What will your mission be during your time on the Klingon ship?"

"The Captain didn't say. But I'm sure it will be something very honorable." Smiling, "They're quite big on that."

"What are your plans when you return to the Zion?" Patia shifted slightly in her seat.

"My plans? Oh....I have no idea. The Captain won't let me go after Birkhoff....so I guess I'll sit in my office till the next time we get hijacked or something." Her tone didn't indicate too much enthusiasm about the idea. "And to think....I joined the Maquis because I thought they might just have an interest in helping me get my family out of the Federation." Alyssa shook her head. "Guess I was wrong, huh?"

"Have you discussed this situation with Commander Wright or Captain Hunter?" Zoei asked. The problem with Alyssa's concerns was there were a limited number of resources to handle specific rescue situations. If the only reason she joined the Maquis was to help her parents, it would make sense she wasn't receiving a lot of help with her situation. The Maquis needed to maximize the return they received from their investments of time. Retrieving two people may not be the most effective use of time at the moment.

"I know what you're thinking. That Mommy and Daddy are sitting back at home. Well...that's partially the case....but the rest of it is all because of my little brother. As it happens, he's one of Starfleet's best Research Engineers. And given my family's penchant for defecting, both myself and my older brother Lt. Commander Robert Northrop came over to this side, Starfleet decided to have Fleet Security keep them all company from now into the forseeable future. I didn't think the Maquis were going to help me out of the kindness of their hearts....I figured that perhaps they'd think my brother was worth getting out...and while we were there we could get my Mom and Dad too."

"Have you presented this plan to the Captain or Commander Wright?" Patia noticed Northrop could be quite perceptive, but appeared to be avoiding the basic questions that were addressed directly to her. The information about her brother could prove to be quite beneficial to the right people in the Maquis.

"Well..I've told everyone that would listen about Jimmy. When I signed up, I made it clear that getting them out of the Federation was my entire purpose. It was no secret ulterior motive." She sighed, "But anyway...I'm sure you have a whole list of questions you want to ask me....perhaps about my childhood and such."

"Actually, I don't need to ask you about your childhood. Your assignment from Captain Hunter was for a half hour session with me and your time is up. If you would like to meet with me again, I would be happy to discuss your childhood, your family, the attack we just came through, or anything else that comes to mind. If you do not wish to meet, you have no further obligation at this time." Patia waited for Northrop's response.

Alyssa looked over at Zoei. "You know....I'm getting that distinct impression that you want to talk to me some more.....you probably think there's something wrong with me." She laughed, "You probably read my personnel file. Of course...anyone who read that thing might very well think I was insane. Lord knows my Mother's been wondering for years."

"So...if you did want to continue this.....perhaps we could forgo the office and talk in the crew lounge over drinks like a couple of friends? Of course....there's always the option of us actually having drinks as friends instead of just acting like it."

She hoped that she hadn't offended the Counselor. Of late, Alyssa Northrop had found that she'd been offending most everyone she met. She couldn't put her finger on it exactly, but this woman intrigued her. Maybe it was because she didn't seem to go in for all the touchy feely BS that she'd come to expect from Counselors? The archeologist had always appreciated people that got to the point.

"If we chose to have drinks, we wouldn't need to discuss your background then either. I am sure there are plenty of other topics we could choose." Patia smiled slightly. "Actually, I am going to Miranda's for dinner. I will be going there around 1700 tonight."

Alyssa smiled, "That would be nice. How about I meet you there...and we can talk about anything you'd like. And how about we lose the uniforms? Just two friends...having some dinner."

She sincerely hoped this wasn't over the top. Patia Zoei was turning out to be very different than she'd expected. Someone she could like.

Patia chuckled. "It isn't often I dress down, but I might have something in the old closet I can wear. Let's make it 1730. I had planned on going there directly from here. That will give me time to rummage through what I have and still make it on time, if you don't mind?"

"I don't mind at all. 1730 it is." Alyssa went to stand and ended up knocking several throw pillows onto the floor. Picking them up, she noted just how colorful they were. "Patia....where'd you get these? They're very interesting."

"They were handcrafted especially for my office. There is definitely a little more color in here since I added them." Patia smiled.

Alyssa tossed them back onto the couch. "I'll see you at 1730...."

"1730 it is," Patia smiled slightly as she turned back walk back to her desk.

On the Border"
By: Riaan, Operations Manager, [PST]
Jeff Westfall, Tactical Officer, [PST]
Ian Hunter, Commanding Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58205.09 1333

"Westfall, de-cloak and signal the Klingons of our arrival." "Affirmative, Captain Hunter," Westfall replied, "De-cloaking now" Westfall hailed the klingons using a Klingon encoded security protocol. This is Ensign Jeff Westfall, Tactical Officer of the Maquis Alliance ship USS Zion, to our allies of the Klingon Home World. It is a good day to die". "In any encounter I've had with the Klingons, Captain, they seem to respond more immediately if they see you are *prepared* to die honorably for your cause. However, I may have taken them by surprise...they may not have expected that response from a human".

Hunter looked at Wright ruefully and was about to say something when Riaan spoke up: "Captain Hunter, we have three Klingon bird-of-prey decloaking in front of us, range 2.0 Million Km in from of us." "Incoming signal from the Klingon ship," Westfall said. "On screen." said Hunter. "Transferring Com Channel to Main Viewscreen. Encryption algorythm Delta Six-Two Four One Three--hash confirms, the transmission is authentic, Captain. Westfall was taking no chances with any of the communications, since the ship had been over-run by the prisoners they were supposed to be escorting to Rura Penthe. He would have to make an appointment with Counselor Zoei about that soon, it bothered him. A klingon commander appeared on the main view. He snarled, "I am Ka'doc, my orders are to inspect the prisoners and escort you to Rura Penthe." Hunter remained seated, "Very well Captain." "Helm, match speed and course of the Klingon ships when they get under way." "Understood sir."

Dinner at Miranda's "
By: Patia Zoei, Chief Counselor, [PC]
Dr. Alyssa Caitlin Northrop, Intel Officer, [PST]

Stardate: 58205.09 1715

Patia's Quarters

Patia sifted through her closet. Uniform after uniform, dress uniform, everyday uniform, uniforms for as far as the eye could see. Did she not have a life outside of work? Finally, at the very back, she found a pair of denim pants with tapered ankles. Next to that was a soft, black shirt. Quickly she changed clothing and slipped into her black boots. It shouldn't be that hard to find something to wear when she wasn't on duty. Her first stop on Qul Tuq, after reading her brother the riot act, was going to be a casual clothing boutique. It felt strange to be out of uniform, but not unpleasant. She glanced in her mirror. The reflection looking back did not remind her of her in the least. She tucked her hair behind her ears and strode from her quarters.

With quick, confident strides, she walked to the Turbo lift. As she entered, she stated "Deck Ten." The rapid motion rocked her on her feet. The doors slid open and she strode through.

When she arrived at Miranda's, she scanned the room. There was no sign of Dr. Northrup yet. She paused at the replicator, "Raspberry Iced Tea." The cold glass appeared and she picked it up as she looked for a table. The table near the large window was empty. She slid onto the bench. She gazed out the window while she waited.

Alyssa looked in her closet, through the multitude of clothing items. Smiling, she pulled out a white silk skirt. It had a nice floral pattern embroidered on it and it ended just before her knees. It had been a while since she'd gotten to wear nice clothes. She never wore things like this on digs....it was too easy to ruin them. No...these were best left for when she was at home....with nothing to snag her clothing on. After laying it on the bed, she pulled out a simple black blouse. Moving quickly, she dressed and added a pair of heels. They were her favorite ones....nice little strappy numbers....tying off around the ankle.

Leaving her hair tied back with the barrette she'd found herself wearing quiet a bit recently, she headed for the turbo lift. "Deck Ten."

When the lift came to a stop, she walked out and down the hallway to Miranda's. The doors to the lounge opened and she glanced around the room. Alyssa caught sight of Patia at a table over by the window. After getting a glass of sweetened ice tea from the replicator, she headed for the table were Patia was. Sliding onto the bench across from her, "Hello.....I hope you had a pleasant day."

Patia smiled. "It was a good day. How was yours?" Her hands were loosely clasped around her tea, the cool glass sweaty against her hands.

Alyssa sipped at her tea before answering, "Oh....pretty good. Spent most of it in the office, reading up on Klingon culture. Don't suppose you'd be interested in sharing a plate of Bregit Lung with me?" She smiled a little, just to show she was kidding.

Patia chuckled. "You know, I am such a fussy eater. I appreciate the offer, but I will have to pass. Are you ready to leave for the Klingon vessel?"

"For the most part yeah....still not entirely sure what to expect. Though I hear that while I'm over there....there will be a Klingon over here in my spot. You all should be in for a heck of a ride." The Archeologist smiled.

"Though the most sketchy thing about all this is that I'm going to be in the Intel department over there.....but what are they really going to tell me? I'm expecting to be bored for the next 4 days."

"That is what I was thinking. I hope it will have a positive outcome for the relations between the two. Is there anything in particular you hope to experience while you are there?" Patia leaned forward, her chin propped on the palm of her hand.

"You know...I don't really know what I'm hoping to experience." Northrop smiled, looking across the table, "I mean....I like to learn about other cultures....and I already speak Klingon. So....this is my chance to observe and learn. Hopefully I won't be getting too many choice words thrown my way."

"But think of the potential for expansion of your vocabulary," Patia laughed. "You know, I have studied languages before. It is always so still and formal. It has the proper context of the language, but that is now how language is usually represented. The chance to use the language in its true environment would be very exciting. Not to change the subject, but I have been wondering what you enjoy most about being an archaeologist."

Alyssa considered the question for a moment, "Well....I think I like the whole aspect of finding things that no one was supposed to. Guess that makes me a tomb raider....but I enjoy it. It's a rush....you have to experience it to understand. But ancient peoples didn't want people getting at certain things...and you have to be smart enough to get past their traps. I suppose that's similar to counseling. You have to be smart enough to get past a person's subconscious to help them, right?"

"It isn't always a person's subconscious I need to work around. Sometimes, it is their conscious, in your face resistance to dealing with their issues that can be the challenge. Either way, you are digging through issues, sifting through barriers. When you think about it that way, it does have a few things in common with archaeology. What made you decide to become a tomb raider?" Patia shifted slightly and dropped her hands to her lap.

"Well...my Daddy did it...and I suppose you could say it was in my blood. I mean...I always loved history." Looking across at Patia, "You know...I've been doing all the talking." Smiling, "What made you become a counselor?"

"History is an amazing area to study. It is wonderful that you can share that with your father. As for me, I decided I wanted to be a counselor on a sovereign class ship when I was a tiny girl. My brother graduated from Academy and prepared to head off on his big adventure. He always said I had a good ear for helping others with their problems. He paid me a very large compliment, in my mind's eye, just after this graduation ceremony. I decided then and there, I was going to be as much like Lio as I could. I wanted to follow the stars, just like Lio. He told me about all the jobs that were available on a starship, and I felt counseling would be the closest fit. I think he was right. I have never regretted making this decision," Patia smiled again.

"Well...you seem very well suited for the job, I must say. I haven't felt this at ease talking to anyone aboard this ship. I hope you take this the way it's intended...but I really like you. You've treated me like a friend....rather than some nit wit little girl trying to play military. Thank you."

"No, thank you. If people feel demeaned when they leave my office, I did not do my job. It is important people feel comfortable speaking to me, or I can't help them," Patia smiled softly. "Thank you for the compliment; I truly love what I do. Also, I don't think you are a nit wit little girl trying to play military."

Alyssa couldn't help but smile back. Patia Zoei had one of those smiles that was infectious. "Well then....maybe we should get dinner then?"

Patia rose from her seat and gestured ahead of herself, "After you."

"Why thank you, Counselor." Northrop stood and headed for the replicator, slowing so that she could walk next to Patia. "So.....what are you in the mood for?"

"A cup of broccoli and cheese soup, if you don't mind." Patia shifted from one foot to the other. She had forgotten how uncomfortable boots could be when she hadn't worn them for long periods of time.

"Patia....you don't wear civilian clothing often do you? You look a bit uncomfortable in those boots." Northrop asked, smoothing out her skirt as she looked at the Counselor. In the back of her mind, she considered just what she wanted to eat.....there were several options. Though her mind finally came down on some pasta with garlic marinara.

"Actually, no I don't. As much time as I spend in the office, by the time I get back to my quarters, it doesn't make much sense to change into civvies. I do think when we get back to Qul Tuq; I need to do a little shopping, though. I need different shoes and a few more options in my wardrobe. It is hard to be a female," Patia chuckled.

"You didn't choose your dinner, Alyssa. What are you going to have?”

Alyssa told the computer what she wanted....then retrieved it from the replicator. On the way back to the table, "You know...if you'd like some help shopping when we get back to Qul Tuq....I saw a few things that I think would look great on you. I could point them out for you." She smiled...and sat down.

Patia gently placed her soup on the table and eased onto the bench opposite Alyssa. "I would appreciate that. We will have to plan a shopping trip while we are docked. Thank you," Patia smiled.

"That would be fun. Can't wait," the brunette said.

Let sleeping dogs lie "
By: Samantha Carter, Security Officer, [RNPC]
Patia Zoei, Chief Counselor, [PC]

Stardate: 58205.09 1845

Sam's bridge duty had ended and she made her way to Miranda's. She felt her stomach growl for food.

"Hey Sam, one of the crewmembers said as she exited the turbolift. You are interested in a poker game tonight?"

"I don't think so Jurgen, Sam answered. "I have the night shift."

"Okidokie, no problem perhaps next time," he said and waved as he ducked back into a Jeffries tube.

Sam smiled as she entered Miranda's, from the replicator she ordered a cheese sandwich and a glass of milk. Collecting the plate she let her eyes darted around as she looked at the crewmembers present.

Patia sat at her favourite table. As she watched the stars, she felt as though someone were watching. Slowly, she turned her head. Near the replicator stood one of the security officers. The woman looked like she needed a spot to sit and most of the restaurant was full. Slowly, she raised her hand and waved to her.

Sam saw Patia wave at her and slowly walked up to her. "Hello Ma'am, has this seat been taken?"

"No, it hasn't. You are welcome to it, if you like," Patia said, with a smile.

Gently Sam placed the plate on the table and sat down. "I believe we have not been formally introduced Ma'am. I'm Samantha Carter," Sam said softly.

"Patia Zoei," Patia answered, as she extended her hand across the table. "I work in the counseling department. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Sam took a bit from her sandwich and at the same time shook Patia's hand. Chewing her food, Sam said with her mouth full, "mmmniise to meet you mmmtooo." She quickly swallowed. "Sorry Ma'am but sometimes one have to eat quickly."

"So you are a counselor, what do you exactly do?" Sam asked questionalbly as she placed an elbow on the table and rested her head in her hand.

Patia leaned back against the seat and cradled her glass of tea in her hand. "It depends on the day, really. Most of the time, I speak with people about issues they are facing. Sometimes I file reports. Sometimes I coordinate activites for the crew. You are in Security, no?"

"Yes, I am. I used to be in Intell but now Security." Sam said with a little sigh.

"Why the sigh? And why did you leave Intell?" Patia asked.

"Why I sighed? Well I kinda miss the Intell department. Don't get me wrong I do enjoy Security it is never wrong to have some action and you get assigned to away missions. Meeting new people, finding solutions for difficult situations," Sam's eyes began to sparkle as she spoke about her job. "Yet Intell is about gathering information legally or illegaly, going undercover, playing someone you are not." Sam chuckled. "I guess I have seen too much of Agatha Christie."

"I can see where it would be very challenging, especially the undercover part. It would be very easy to assume the traits of the person you pretend to be, even when you are not on duty, so to speak. Or, at least it would be that way for me. I do not wish to speak for you on that point. Agatha Christie is one of my favorite authors. There is a program on the holodeck for her book, "When Sleeping Dogs Lie." You might like to try it some day." Patia smiled.

" Perhaps I will," Sam said smiling. "Don't you ever get bored listning to other peoples problems," Sam asked. "I mean I can't think of anything exiting happening during one of your sessions."

"No, I can't say I have ever been bored in a session. It isn't the type of excitement I am sure you experience in your day to day work life, but it has its own intensities. I am very honored to be allowed into people's lives and I hope I help them make a difference. For me, my vocation is very rewarding. How about you? Do you find Security as fulfilling as Intell?"

" Define fulfilling," Sam said as she leant back in her chair. "I am happy in my job, if you mean that. But sometimes I think I am capable of so much more. Kinda difficult to explain I guess."

"Fulfilling, for me, is having a job I love, feeling satisfaction in a job well done, and feeling I am in control of my own destiny within my responsibilities. I don't mean that I wouldn't be accountable to someone else, but I could grow because I pushed myself to learn more, expand my horizons more. Do you understand what I mean? I am not sure I am very clear with my explanation." Patia raised her eyebrow toward Sam.

"I understand, but how about you Ma'am," Sam asked. "Have you never considered doin' something else besides counseling?"

"Never, I love what I do. For me, it is the perfect job. Do you think you will ever get back to Intell?" Patia leaned forward as she spoke.

Sam brushed a strand of blond hair from her face before she answered. "Well I hope so if I am ever needed but the point is I do like both jobs, and maybe I will even be able to combine the two of them."

Sam paused and took a gulp of her milk.

"Do you think that that will be a good idea.? I am not sure if I should ask the Commander or the Captain about this. Perhaps Ms Jarvis does not want me to get back to Intell.

"Why wouldn't she? As Chief, it would be her responsibility to ensure you were maximizing your potential. I don't know her personally, but I would have no reason to think she wouldn't be that way with you."

"Perhaps I might just go and ask her." Sam responded.

"You know is it true between you and Chief Silvio." Sam asked softly.

"Is what true?" Patia tipped her head slightly, truly puzzled by the question.

"Well as a security officer you tend to be observant and you do notice certain things and to be honest the Chief seems to have a bit of a crush on you."

Patia chuckled. "Oh no, I don't think so. He is a nice man. I think he needs a friend to talk to, but I don't think he has any interest in me, outside of a friendship. I am a middle aged Betazid woman, who is way too involved in her career. I don't think I would be a good choice for anyone to get involved with at this point." Patia smiled slightly.

"Now, you are engaged to Lieutenant Atwood, correct?" Patia asked.

"I was but not anymore Ma'am." Sam said a bit sadly.

"I am sorry, I did not know that. I should not have brought it up." Patia apologized.

Sam shrugged. "He and I had a major disagreement, just before the riot started."

"You know Ma'am," Sam said, her voice became a little louder. "I have respect for my senior officer and if the order is right I will do it without any questions asked. But if it jeopardize against my judgement and if somebody starts pulling rank than I can not accept this. Besides I felt, how you say, smuthered." Sam stopped, her face became like stone no emotions were visuable.

"Then it is better for you to be out of the situation. I am sorry you are going through this right now." Patia smiled gently at Sam.

Sam shrugged again. "That is the beauty of being human, they bounce back up if things go not as planned. Anyway I don't need anybody else, I can take care of myself."

Sam's eyes became glassy as she remembered her childhood learning to defend herself.

"That is true, I have no doubt you can take care of yourself. It is nice when you can connect with another living, breathing person, though. You look like you would prefer to be independent." Patia's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked closely at Sam.

Sam's blue eyes locked with Patia's. "Yes but you also get hurt in the process and I............ Sam paused. "I promised my self never to get hurt again. Too much has happened in the past and to be honest it scarred me for life."

She paused. "I know where my shortcomings are and I would like to connect to another person but I also don't want to loose my independance. Does that make any sense?"

"Absolutely, it makes perfect sense." Patia nodded.

"But you also seem to be a very independant woman Ma'am," Sam said softly.

"Definitely, I have been on my own for a long time and I have to say I like it the way it is. I am not saying I wouldn't want someone in my life, because I would, but I am perfectly content living my life the way it is." Patia smiled slightly. "You know, if you ever need to chat about anything, my door is always open."

Sam bowed her head and opened her mouth to say something but then decided that this was neither the place nor the right time.

"Thanks Miss Zoei, I really appreciate that." Sam answered. "Well I gotta dash, you have a good day now."

Rura Penthe #28"
By: Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]
Lt Ken Warner, Marines, [NPC]

Stardate: 58205.09 1900

Teilani felt wonderful, Favor had given her a clean bill of health. Teilani after having beamed to sickbay by Riaan, who erroneously had thought that she was coming down with something serious, was whistling, today seemed to have been a good day. She had been checking on her cloning project and it still was working splendidly.

Commander Wright would be proud of her, his new arm was looking smashing. Even Mason seemed different then usual, not that he said anything but yet again he looked different.

Drinking her coffee, Teilani looked through the ships crew manifest, according to her latest list not all the Marines had checking in for their routing physicals. They still had the firm believe that when you are a Marine, physicals are unnecessary. She browsed through the list when she came to a new name, a private Ken Warner. He must have come onboard when the Zion met up with the USS Laberieux.

Teilani tapped her combadge. Dr Dane to Private Warner, Please report to sickbay on the double

"I'll be right down," Warner answered.

Cleaning up some padds on her desk, Teilani noticed a young man entering sickbay, that must be Mr Warner she thought.

“Mr Warner I presume,” she said as she walked out of her office.

"Yes ma'am. What's the problem?" he asked.

“There is no problem, I was going over your records and it seemed that your routine physical had been long over due.”

"That's it?" Warner asked.

“Yes,” Teilani responded.

"Oh. I thought it'd be something a little more serious, what with the 'on the double' stuff," he answered, "Yeah, I guess I am a bit overdue. I would've set up an appointment, but I've been a little busy ever since MAJ Madriani went after the missing shuttle, I'm acting CO until he is back."

“Well lets just say Lt, that my experience with Marines has thought me to tell them to speed up. They often tend to ignore requests from sickbay. Anyway you are here now so lets get it done.”

"Is this one of those things where I have to turn my head and cough?" Warner asked next.

Teilani smiled, “In a way, you also might have to follow my finger with your eyes. She took a tricorder and scanned Warners body. “It seems that your white bloodcount is a bit elevated. Did you had a cold or so recently?”

“Well you know how it goes Doc,” Warner said. “Not enough sleep, training at the holodeck you name it.”

Teilani looked at her diagnostic console and tapped in some commands. “Well it is nothing to be worried about Lt. You are fine. However, I will give you some vitamin booster.”

She prepared a hypospray and pressed it against Warners neck.

He flinched a little as the booster punctured the skin.

“There now that did not hurt did it?”

"No." Warner said, though he really didn't like getting injected with anything.

Teilani gniffled as she saw the look on Warner’s face. Those marines were all the same, big mouth, lots of muscle but as it came to being in sickbay and viewing the sight of a hypospray they all be came pussies.

“There you are cleared Lt,” she said. Warner nodded as he slit of the biobed. “Thanks doc,” he said.

With firm strides he left sickbay and headed back to the marine bay. His men were slacking and he decided to get them back in tip top shape again.

Rura Penthe #41"
By: Giuseppe Silvio, Chief Engineer, [RNPC]
Patia Zoei, Chief Counselor, [PC]

Stardate: 58205.09 1900

Silvio was stressed. The captain had decided to push the Zion's warp engines to maximum. He and his crew and been monitoring them around the clock for the last week. Now that they had reached the border of Klingon space they had slowed down to a more reasonable speed. SIlvio ordered a thorough check of all the propulsion systems and replacement of any overtaxed system. His men had performed very well and now that the work had been done Silvio was looking for a little down time.

Silvio thought about his last trip to the holodeck with Patia. They had gone there to view a sunset and had ended up falling asleep. THey slept until they wer awoken by a very loud thunder clap. The holoprogram was about to throw a random storm at them They had quickly left before the storm started. Although Silvio had though about her often over the past week he had been so busy fretting over the beating that the engines were taking that he had not seen or talked to her. He wondered if she was free tonight.

Silvio dressed in casual clothing. "Computer what is the location of Patia Zoei?"

"Patia Zoei is on Deck 8," replied the computer.

"Still at work," he thought. Silvio decided he would pop in on her.

***

=Patia Zoei's Office=

Patia finished the final report. She picked up the picture of Michelio's graduation and her bonding ceremony. She put her feet up on her desk and leaned back in her chair. The two pictures were braced against her thighs. Slowly, her fingers traced the features of both young men. A small smiled tipped the corners of her mouth.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her door chime.

"Enter," Patia shifted slightly. Her feet were still on her desk, but she was angled so she could see the door slid open.

Silvio entered Patia's office and approached her at her desk. "Hello Patia," he said smiling. "How are you?"

"Good evening," Patia leaned her head against the back of her seat. "I am well. How are you? Would you like to have a seat?" Patia nodded at the chairs opposite her desk.

Silvio sat down across from Patia. "I tell you, I have been overworked this week." He looked at Patia. "Working late tonight?"

"Actually, I just finished my reports. The office is still very busy during standard working hours. I shut down appointments at 1700 most days and work on reports after that. You seem a little tense tonight. Did you want something to drink?" Patia slid her feet from the top of her desk and laid the pictures flat on her desk.

"There is an old earth drink called Cherry Coke. I would love one please." Silvio sighed, "I have been babysitting the warp systems all week, but now that we have slowed the ship down things are looking better." He noticed the pictures on Patia's desk. "Those pictures of your family?"

Patia crossed slowly to the replicator. Her back was stiff from working at her desk most of the day. "Cherry Coke; Raspberry Iced Tea." While she waited, she turned back to face Silvio. "You can look at them if you like. I am the little girl in both pictures. When I look at those, I feel as though they were taken a hundred years ago," Patia chuckled. She picked up the glasses and returned to her desk. She slid the Cherry Coke across the smooth working surface before she eased herself back into her chair.

Silvio picked up the pictures and studied them. "You were a pretty little girl back then too," he said. "Who is the little boy in the picture with you?"

Patia stretched across her desk. She tapped her finger on the little boy. "This is Lucio." She shifted the other picture to the top. "This one here, he is my brother Michelio. I understand the dirty rat has managed to get himself assigned to Qul Tuq as the Chief of Security," Patia winked so quickly, it was hard to catch. "This was taken on the day of his graduation from Academy."

"He is in the Maquis." Silvio paused, "You must be excited to return to Qul Tuq to see him."

"That is a good question. Lio is going to have a little explaining to do. You see, my mother sent me a package. It was delivered when we met with the other ship the other day. The person who brought my package told me the new Chief of Security was Lieutenant Michelio Zoei. He hadn't mentioned it to me. I would imagine he is trying to surprise me, but sometimes he forgets how small the Maquis really is when it comes to the speed news travels." Patia chuckled.

"Is Lucio a family member too?"

"Lucio is my bonded mate. That picture was taken at the bonding ceremony. Would you believe it has been twenty five years since that picture was taken?" Patia shook her head as she sat down.

"Your bonded mate." Silvio did not realize that Patia was married. He was suddenly feeling both disappointed and foolish at the same time. "I see."

"Oh, I wasn't very clear. Lucio was my bonded mate. He has been dead for a very long time. After he was gone, I never had another bonded mate." Patia leaned back into her chair and swiveled herself slightly from side to side.

"I am sorry," said Silvio. "That must have been hard to deal with."

Patia closed her eyes. "The circumstances were not pleasant. The reality is, it is something I still deal with on occasion." Slowly, she opened her eyes. "How old are you?"

"I am 28 will be 29 in two months," said Silvio. He considered asking her her agbe but decided against it. "Why?"

"I was just curious. You are very young for a Chief, but I am sure you have been told that more than once. Have you ever had a bonded mate? That isn't right, what do you call them? Fiancee?"

"I have heard that before. I was a very advanced in my education growing up," Silvio shrugged, "Both of my parents are teachers so I how could it be any other way?" Silvio thought about her other question for a moment. He had never even been close to finding someone he wanted to marry. "No, no fiancée, not yet anyway."

Patia smiled faintly. He was so very young, suddenly she felt ancient. "It is hard to explain to someone who has not been in a bonded relationship, but the process of dealing with his loss will be a lifelong one. It isn't something that is dealt with daily, or even monthly, but he is someone who will always cross my life. How come you haven't settled down? Haven't figured out which of the girls you have in every port is the right one?" Patia winked again, still very quickly.

"To be honest, until recently I had not planned on settling down." Silvio smiled, "The thing with the kitty hawke has opened my eyes to that possibility now though." He was not sure if he should ask her his next question. "Do you think you will, how did you call it, find another bonded mate?"

"No, I will never have another bonded mate, at least not like Lucio was. That does not mean, however, that I plan to spend my life alone. At some point, I am sure, I will meet the right person. I do not have any hesitations about it, as long as they aren't Betazid. Would you rather sit on the couches? These chairs are not the most comfortable."

"Sure," said Silvio. As he made his way to the couch he noticed the many colorful pillows were gone. "What happened to the pillows," he asked as he say down.

"I put them away at night. It is part of the closing the office for the day. I can't have a session if I don't have the pillows on the couches," Patia chuckled. She tucked her feet up underneath her as she sat against the corner of the couch. She deliberately chose a seat other than her usual chair so she wouldn't assume a counseling posture. The cool glass of tea rested loosely in her hand.

"I suppose not," Silvio said.

Patia settled deeper into the corner of the couch. "Say, how come you stopped by? Did you need anything?"

Silvio chuckled, "I forgot about that, I realized that I had not talked to you since the sunset on the holodeck and I thought I would come visit you."

Patia laughed, with a nervous tone. "Well, here you are. Was there anything you wanted to visit about?"

"Nothing in particular, I just wanted to get to know you better."

"There isn't much to know, I am afraid. I am an old Betazid, who spends far too much of her time in her office. I have no bonded mate, but I do have one sneaky brother. That is it, in a nutshell, I am afraid." Patia laughed again. "Is there anything else you would like to know?"

Silvio chuckled nervously he was not certain what to say next. "If you are an old Batazid you certainly do not show it." What could he do? He certainly could not just come right out and say that he was attracted to her and wanted to spend more time with her. This was a situation he had never been in before. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch.

"Old is a relative term. Compared to you, I am relatively old," Patia laughed. "Also, when you look at my lifestyle, I am culturally quite old to still be single, with no prospect of marriage or children on the horizon. I have to say, though, I haven't fit neatly into my people since I was a small child. Why should I try to start now?" Patia smiled broadly. It had taken her many years to accept herself as she was, but overall, she had a positive sense of self, even if she didn't fit the Betazid mold.

"That is a good thing if you ask me," said Silvio. "You have to be who you are." He paused, take me for example, I have spent much of my life living a pretty fast pased life style and only recently did I come to realize that I have nothing to show for it. Sure my career is doing well, but I am really quite alone." Silvio too a drink from his glass. "You mentioned "A girl in every port and that was true, however, as I was recovering from the kittyhawke incident I realized that not one of those girl's would give two hoots about me if I had died."

"That does not surprise me, neither about the girl in every port or the two hoots. Someday, maybe sooner than later, you will find the right girl, at least a girl you would feel comfortable introducing to your mother. I would guess if the ones you knew wouldn't give two hoots, you probably wouldn't want to bring them home to mom when the time came," Patia chuckled. She had laughed tonight more than she had in days.

"You are right, I would not take any of them home to meet Mamma." Silvio laughed. "It would not be a good thing."

"I understand Mamma's can be quite protective of their little boys. I have to say that is one distinct advantage for Lio, being a Betazid. His mother knew his bonded mate from the time she was tiny. There are none of the 'steal my baby from me' issues that I have seen in other cultures. As a female, that is not an issue I would be comfortable with, I have to say."

Silvio smiled, "I think my mother would love to be able to worry about some woman stealing her little boy. She was not really in favor of my leaving to join the Maquis after I got kicked out of Starfleet Academy."

"Ah, your mother has the 'Maquis is stealing my little boy' issue instead of the evil woman doing it?" Patia chuckled. "I cannot imagine how that must feel, as a parent."

"My mother would have loved it if I would have become a teacher and settled down with a nice Italian woman and had whole lot of kids," replied Silvio.

"You still have time for that, if it is what you want," Patia smiled softly. Somehow, she could see the nice Italian woman, but the whole lot of kids just didn't seem to fit. "What happened at Academy?"

"No, there is more out in the universe than my mother wants to admit." Silvio's smile turned to a frown, "Well, I finished my primary education ahead of most people my age and I really wanted to get into Starfleet. The only problem was I was too young. I lied about my age on my application and to make sure I did not get caught I hacked into the computer system and changed my age there too."

"You have always had a gift for engineering, then."

"Yeah, well I was about ready to graduate and my secret was discovered. They kicked me out."

Patia leaned forward, her chin rested on the top of her fist. "How did they find you out?"

Silvio laughed, "It was my own fault really, I became involved with one of my classmates and shared my true age with her. When the relationship ended badly, well, let's just say she got even."

Patia laughed. "That was quite the revenge. What did your parents think of that?"

Silvio shrugged, "They were not very fond of my decision to join Starfleet anyway so I think they were happy with it until I told them I was going to find the Maquis." Silvio took an other drink. "So, what is it like to be bonded to someone else?"

"That is hard to explain, probably harder because Lucio died when I was very young. It is like you carry a piece of them around in you, and a piece of you is in them. Empathic abilities are not supposed to be fully formed until a Betazid is in their mid-teens. I would imagine reaching that stage would be very different. As it was, we were starting to get to that point. I knew when he died. That little part of him was gone. It was a blank, empty hole. The piece of me that had been in him was gone, too. It is very strange sometimes, when I really think about it." Patia shrugged her shoulders slightly.

"It must be a pretty wonderful thing to carry a part of someone with you. Does it even work when you are far far apart," asked SIlvio.

"I was on Earth and he was on Betazed when he died. I knew, probably to the moment, when he passed. He died a horrible death, though, so I don't know if the reason I knew was because it was so traumatic or if it was because of our connection. It woke me from a sound sleep, though." Patia shook her head, a slightly puzzled look was on her face.

"What was Lucio like," asked Silvio.

"He was a typical little boy. He loved swimming and playing ball, physically rough and tumble activities, as well as painting and drawing. He was very open, very trusting and never expected anyone to hurt him. Lucio truly expected everyone to be as kind and gentle as he was. I am very fortunate to have known him. I do wonder what he would have been like as an adult, though."

"Did you love Lucio," Silvio asked. He felt odd asking such a question since he was just a little boy but he was curious about Zoei and wanted to learn more about her.

Patia smiled. "Of course I did, he was part of me, as much a part as my hand or my arm. He was the one I was intended to spend my entire life with, the one I was to marry, have children with, and we were to grow old together. Our families truly fostered our relationship. It could have been very challenging for us, since I was on Earth and he was back home, but our mothers, especially, helped us grow closer together. Have you ever talked about bonded relationships with anyone else before?"

"No, I do not think humans can experience such a thing. Maybe it would be good if they could," SIlvio mused. "Have you had anyone else in your life since then?"

Patia shook her head. "My parents could have chosen another bonded mate for me, but they opted not to due to the circumstances. Culturally, my circumstances are very unusual and not generally accepted. I cannot see that I would ever have a relationship with another Betazid and I don't put myself into many social situations where I would have the opportunity to meet someone. For the most part, that has worked out just fine. I am also getting old. I may not have to worry about those decisions much for that reason alone."

"Patia, you are an attractive woman who should not count out future love," said Silvio.

"It is not counted out, but I am thirty four already. It is an age where my people have normally been married a decade and are considering children, if they don't have them yet. It is just another way I demonstrate I do not follow our cultural norms." Patia smiled slightly.

Silvio looked at Patia until their eyes made contact. They looked at eachother for a moment before he said, "You are only in a position to make your own happiness." Silvio wanted to add that he would like to help her make that happiness but he did not share that with her.

Patia chuckled. "If you ever have spare time, and would like to pursue something other than engineering, I think you should consider counseling."

Silvio could not really tell if Patia was even remotely interested in him. She had very strong control of her own emotions and body language. She was not going to make this easy on him. Before, with all the other women in his life he could be bold and brazen because ultimately he did not care if they rejected him, if the did he just moved on. Patia for some reason was different, he did care and was not going to be bold or brazen. It was a new experience for Giuseppe Silvio and for once in his life he felt like a small child not know what to do or how to proceed.

Silvio finished his drink and placed his glass on the table. "I do not think I would be a very good counselor. Trust me on that."

"I will take your word on it, then." Patia glanced at the chronometer. It was 2300 hours already. "Would you look at that time? The whole evening has gone by in a blink of an eye!"

Silvio chuckled, "Yes, I suppose I should be going. If you are heading back to your quarters I would be happy to escort you Counselor."

"It is most definitly time to head back to my quarters. Let me wrap up a couple items and I will be ready to go, if you don't mind waiting?" Patia arched her eyebrow at Silvio.

"Sure, not problem."

She stood quickly. She picked up the stray glasses and set them on the replicator. At her desk, she straightened some files and shut down her systems. Finally, she set the pictures back where they belonged. She smiled slightly as she brushed her fingers over the faces captured in time so long ago.

"Ready?" Patia asked.

"I am," he said smiling. "Do you have anything planned tomorrow night?"

"I have appointments scheduled until 1800 and paperwork after that. I would say I have nothing after 1900."

"Perhaps you would do me the honor of spending more time with me," he asked.

"Perhaps that could be arranged."

They crossed to the door. Patia paused briefly, "Computer, dim lights." The doors whispered opened as the room darkened.

Delegating work "
By: Samantha Carter, Security Officer, [RNPC]
Melissa Jarvis, Chief Security Officer, [RNPC]

Stardate: 58205.09 1945

Sam whisled even louder after she had left Miranda's. She was on happy security officer. Four days on a Klingon Bird of Prey, what more could she want.

She darted through the corridors, finally away from the Zion, change of scenery, fresh gagh it would be hard Sam realized. True Klingons were no pussies, she had heard that when one of the officers wanted to get higher up they had to challenge that person currently holding that particular position.

Taking the turbolift down to the security office Sam began to think, she needed to brush up on her Klingon language as well as their code of honour. But that was all of a later date, for now she needed to ask Lt Jarvis if it was o.k. to go.

Upon entering Sam noticed Mellissa sitting with her head in her hands.

"You alright chief,? she asked. "You look pretty tired, anything I can do for you?"

"I am alright Sam. What can I do for you," asked Melissa.

"The Captain just told me that I could go on an four day trip on a Klingon Bird of Prey."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea. Klingons are warriors. You will learn a lot." Melissa smiled. "If you get a chance do not pass up combat training with them. Hand to hand or with weapons. "

Sam nodded. "I will certainly ask them."

"When do you leave?"

"What I understood it will be tomorrow."

"Very well, good luck Lieutenant." Melissa Smiled. In a way she wished she was going. She had been lucky enough to serve aboard a Klingon vessel during the academy. It had changed her life.

"Is there anyting I can take back for you. I mean you like ancient weapons?"

Melissa fixed Sam with a stern look, "Sam this will not be a vacation. Any items that you bring back with you you will have to earn." Melissa's gaze was intense. "Do not take this lightly."

Sam's eyes locked with Melissa's. "I know that this will be a tough 4 days chief, and I will make sure that I will interact with the Klingon crew with honour and respect. I know a bit about Klingon hierarchie and such and I will not take it lightly."

"I will make sure that my duties for the next four days will be distributed amongst the other securitymembers."

"Thank you."

"So you have any last minute tips for me Chief," Sam asked with a smile.

"You must be strong. The Klingons value honor and despise weakness. If you keep this in mind you will survive." Melissa looked at Carter "You will learn to control your fear and use it as a weapon. Be aggressive but above all else be strong Sam."

"Yes chief, thanks for the advise. Sam turned and left.

Rura Penthe #64"
By: Dr. Alyssa Caitlin Northrop, Intel Officer, [PST]
Samantha Carter, Security Officer, [RNPC]

Stardate: 58205.09 2030

“Computer, check the logs and see if other crew have been assigned to an exchange for the next four days”

Patiently Sam waited until the computer had finished checking and only one name came up. Dr Alyssa Northrop. Sam sighed, she had heard from the crew that this girl was not one of the easiest to get along with, bit hot tempered and easily distracted. But then again, judging from her personnel record she would be a good asset on this little mission.

Sam tapped her combadge, Carter to Dr Northrop

Alyssa turned on the comm panel built into the desk in her quarters. She'd only just gotten back from dinner with Patia.....so it was quite a surprise when the panel beeped. Computer must have known that she wasn't wearing her comm badge. "Northrop here. What can I do for you, Ms. Carter?"

Dr, if you have time would you like to get together and discuss the upcoming exchange with the Klingons?

The Archaeologist looked at the chronometer on the wall, "I suppose that would be ok. Would you like to come by my quarters so that we can discuss it?"

"That would be fine, Im on my way, Carter out."

Sam took a PADD with some Information dealing with Klingons on it with her and made her way to Dr. Northrop's quarters.

Having arrived she hit the doorchime.

Alyssa put down the PADD she'd been reading when the door chimmed. Getting up, she walked over to the door to press the button to open the door, "Ah...Ms. Carter. Please come in."

"Good evening, Doctor," she said while her eyes looked through the room.

It was hard not to notice Carter checking out her quarters. Alyssa simply smiled, "Can I get you something to drink? I see you brought a PADD...."

"Yes, I thought it would be a good idea to brush up on some Klingon knowledge, rules, food etc."

She nodded, "How much experience do you have dealing with Klingons, Ms. Carter?"

It would be a serious culture shock for anyone who wasn't ready for it.

"Lets just say I have have my share of dealings with them Dr Northrop. I do understand and speak Klingon. Also I do know a little of their culture, but it is never wrong to be prepared."

Alyssa nodded, this was true. "So you speak Klingon?" she asked, in Klingon. Smiling, "Any particular reason you learned?"

Sam smiled back. "Let's just say that I had a very good Klingon friend a long time ago. He taught me the language, the bragging, and some of the fighting skills," she responded in flawless Klingon.

"Ah...I see." Alyssa smiled, knowingly. "I learned because I like languages." She blushed a bit, "One of my former students liked to tell people I was better than a universal translator."

Sam chuckled. "That is good to hear. At least we don't have to be afraid the translator will break down as we have you to translate for us. Anyway as I was thinking," Sam said. "We could do..." both girls looked at the padd and discussed their way of dealing with klingons. For the next hours or so they had fun in speaking Klingon, making jokes about certain klingon behaviourism.

"Any way," Sam said eventually, "I think this more or less concludes it."

Northrop let her hands fall to her knees, landing with a little bit of a slap. "Yeah...I suppose it does."

Glancing over at the chronometer, "Wow....it's late. We better get to bed. The Klingons will be expecting us bright and early." She smiled. "This was fun, Sam....I enjoyed it."

“Me too Doctor,” Sam responded while trying to hold back a yawn. “I will see you tomorrow, goodnight.”

Sleepless Night "
By: Miranda, Lounge Manager, [RNPC]
Giuseppe Silvio, Chief Engineer, [RNPC]

Stardate: 58205.09 2330

=Silvio's Quarters=

==23:30== Silvio dropped Patia off at her quarters and decided to call it a night. Returning to his quarters, he checked his messages. Having no urgent messages he got undressed and climbed into bed. Silvio pondered the evening.

Silvio was very perplexed. Patia seemed to hold her emotions at a very long distance. Was she even interested in having a relationship? Silvio did not know. He could not get a read on her. Silvio tossed and turned restlessly as he pondered the evening’s events, replaying them over again in his mind.

==00:05== All he knew was how he felt, which was even more perplexing to him. All his adult life he chased women not caring one way or another about having lasting relationships. He never desired such a thing in his life. He had been a *love them* and *leave them* kind of guy and it seemed to suit him very well in the past.

"What about now," he thought, "Why do I feel so different now?" Silvio rolled over and punched his pillow. He could not put his finger on the answer, What was so special about Patia Zoei that made him think about her several times each day. Why did he care?

It was remarkable; Silvio realized that since he joined the Zion he had not once sought the companionship of a woman. It seemed to Silvio like there was something more important happening in his life.

==01:25==

Silvio was now becoming more and more frustrated. Sleep was not coming to him and he continued tossing and turning and thinking about Patia Zoei and the crisis these new feelings had brought into his life. Silvio thought about the boy Lucio. Patia had said that she loved him. He remembered an odd feeling come over him as she said it. Could it be that he was jealous. Silvio could not believe that. Lucio was a child? No Silvio decided he was not jealous. What was it then? Silvio did not know. He wrestled with his thoughts and still was not able to find sleep.

==03:45== Finally Silvio could stand no more. He got out of bed and dressed. He looked at himself in the mirror. "What is your problem," he asked his mirror image. It did not reply. Silvio left his quarters and went to deck 10. He decided to take his boat our for a few hours to clear his mind. When he got off the turbolift, however, he noticed the light still on in Miranda's. peeking in the window he could see her sitting by herself at the bar.

Miranda looked up surprised to see Silvio walk slowly in. "Hello Silvio what are you doing up at this hour? Can I get you something?"

Silvio sighed. "Relax Miranda you are off duty I will get it myself."

Silvio went behind the bar and ordered a big cup of coffee and then stood across the bar from where Miranda sat. Silvio could not help but think that this was an odd reversal. "I could not sleep," he said.

Miranda looked at the coffee cup in his hand. "That is not going to help you sleep you know."

"I am past sleep now. I am already working on keeping myself awake for the day." Silvio stared moodily into his cup.

"Did you eat something that soured your stomach then," asked Miranda.

"Huh," said Silvio dumbly.

"Why can't you sleep Silvio," asked Miranda.

“I am confused,” he said.

Perhaps you should go talk to the ships counselor,” suggested Miranda. “I hear she is good.”

“Silvio studied Miranda for a second. “I don’t think that is a good idea.”

“Well, what are you confused about?”

“A woman.”

“Really? I am almost certain that no man has ever faced that problem before,” Miranda teased. “What are you ever going to do?”

“Almost all my adult life I have never cared for a long lasting relationship. It has always been purely a physical thing. “

“And now that has changed?”

“Yes, I think about her all the time and tonight I cannot sleep because of her.”

“You have never fallen in love before,” asked Miranda

“LOVE,” Silvio jumped back from the bar nearly dropping his cup. “I am not.”

Miranda laughed, “Poor Silvio.”

“Now you are just making fun of me. This is serious.”

Miranda forced a serious look on her face. “You’re right. I am sure you will learn how to deal with it in time.” Miranda got up “I am going to go to bed now. You have a good night.”

Silvio watched her leave and he was certain that he could hear here giggling as she walked out. “Love,” said Silvio aloud. He sighed and got another cup of coffee

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