Mission 37 : IT'S ABOUT TIME
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After the Phoenix limped back to Flying
Cloud and Ensign Sheila Patterson was turned over to Starfleet
Security, the crew was assigned quarters and awaited orders.
Captain Lawrence looked around the room
and back to the bed where she had unpacked a few things for her trip
to bury Jade. Warm jacket, trousers, and a couple of shirts should
do it. TE hoped the Phoenix would be ready for space within two
weeks and she was anxious to get back into the saddle, so to speak.
Enough of the resting and the crew watching her like a hawk as
though she was some frail person that was going to collapse any
moment. She knew they were only worried, but damn it,
enough was enough.
Vice Admiral Alisha Black looked up from
her desk. A smile formed on her lips. "Captain Lawrence, how good to
see you. You had us very worried there for a while."
"Believe me Admiral Black, I was very
worried myself. I donít think I would have made it without the best
CMO in Starfleet. She worked miracles with what little she had on
"Oh, she is the talk on Flying Cloud. Now,
I suppose you are here to see Admiral Evans."
"Yes sir, I have some questions on my ship
and how long she will be tied up for repairs."
"Let me notify him you are here." Black
pressed the comm. button on her desk. "Admiral, Captain Lawrence to
"Send her in."
"Go right in captain. And again it is
wonderful to see you up and around."
"Thank you, sir." Lawrence turned and
headed for Danielís office.
Admiral Daniel Evans was coming around his
desk when TE entered the room. "Come here." He said with arms out
stretched. He enclosed her in a bear hug. When he released her, he
looked her in the face. "You look pale. Are you feeling better?
Here, sit down." He led her to a chair in front of his desk. TE was
like a daughter to him in fact he was her godfather. Her father was
his best friend and he looked after TE after her parents were killed
in a shuttle accident.
"Iím fine, Daniel. In fact I want to know
when my ship will be ready for deployment. Iím ready to get back to
work. Iím bored stiff. Think maybe two weeks or less sheíll be ready
to go?" She knew she could only address the Admiral as Daniel when
they were alone.
Evans leaned against his desk. "Are you
kidding? Do you know how much damage has to be repaired? The Phoenix
will take at least a month in dry-dock and thatís pushing it."
Lawrence stood up. "A month? No, thatís
too long, Daniel, canít you add more help?"
"No I canít, Tanya and I wouldnít if I
"You need to help! I need your help! What
am I going to do for a month?" She interrupted.
"You are going to do what your crew is
going to do, take a much needed shore leave. The last few missions
have pushed all of you to the limit. And you,
need to recoup. So, thatís exactly what you are going to do." His
voice turned a bit gruff.
TE opened her mouth to protest, but Daniel
pointed his finger at her, which meant she better not push it.
"Shore leave it is! Itís about time!"