Today had to be the most exciting day of his life. Finally he made it out of the Starfleet cadets and on to a Star Ship. All that hard work finally paid off. Plus with some extra pleading talks to the Starfleet Admirals, he managed to be stationed to the same Star Ship as his half-brother Ludwig. Gilbert couldn't be bothered of their mix heritage. Even though his father was a Romulan and his younger brother's was a Vulcan, Gilbert thought the world of him. He wouldn't admit this to anyone, but the main reason why he wanted to be on the same ship as Ludwig was that he couldn't live with the idea that his brother was going to be separated from him by hundreds and thousands of light years. The thought of not knowing if he was in trouble or not made him feel uneasy. Though, being brothers didn't mean he didn't get pissy when someone mistakes him for a Vulcan. Every time someone mistakes him for one, he responds with a 'Live Long And Fuck Off' while giving them the middle finger. He wasn't some stoic, emotionless person.
Gilbert walked down the well-lit hallways down to the infirmary. He grinned as he ran a hand over his blue shirt, finger tips stopping for a moment when he felt the edge of the Starfleet insignia. He couldn't wait to start his position as the Chief Medical Officer on this ship. He finally was going out on a mission. With new responsibilities resting on his shoulders, Gilbert couldn't be more excited. He welcomed the challenge and looked forward to the experience. Passing through the automatic doors, he walked into the infirmary. Everything looked soo sterile and clean. He chuckled a bit to himself, running a hand over the console. He was in charge of this place. The sound of doors sliding open caught his attention. Turning around, he looked at who had walked in.
It was a man in the yellow Command shirt. At first Gilbert noticed how the other's blond hair was a bit long. Long enough that it was pulled into a very short pony tail to keep it from getting into the other's face. Though it didn't stop an odd gravity defying curl from bobbing from the center of his hairline.
"Ah, I'm guessing that you're…" The man paused for a moment, looking down at the touch pad in his hand.
"Gilbert Beilschmidt. Our new Medical Officer?" The man then looked up and stared him right in the eye with a small look of confusion. In an instant, Gilbert noticed the unique colour of the other's eyes. He was sure he never seen violet eyes before.
"The one and only. Problem with that?"
The other blinked at Gilbert's response before letting out an 'Oh!'.
"Sorry. It's just that your name is rather unique for a… Romulan, right?"
Gilbert's eyes widened with surprise. The other's correct observation actually made him feel happy. Not anyone guessed right.
"Half Romulan and half Human, actually." He smirked. The man in front of him played a disappointed look.
"Tsk, I missed it by that much." He said, placing his pointer finger and thumb close together. "Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm Commander Matthew Williams. I'm the First Officer on this ship." Matthew lifted his hand to shake Gilbert's.
Taking the other's hand, Gilbert shook it with a grin. "Nice to meet you. I'm surprised that your purple eyes of yours noticed that I'm not a Vulcan."
Matthew just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, when you about it, it isn't hard to spot. Either you were a free spirited Vulcan or a Romulan. Chances are, you were a Romulan. I should've guessed you were at least part human with your Albinism."
Gilbert grinned and folded his arms against his chest. "I guess I'll let that slide then. You're one of the first to actually guess right." A proud look crossed Matthew's face.
"Thank you. You know, I'm actually a different type of Albino too." He then pointed to his eyes. "You mentioned the colour of my eyes. It's an incomplete type of Albinism. It also explains why my twin has blue eyes."
"Really? I have to say that's pretty awesome." Gilbert said, keeping the smile on his face. He had to admit, this guy was pretty much okay. With a First Officer like this, he knew he didn't have to worry about being shoved around by some uppity rule book thumper.
"So, a twin, huh?"
"Yep. He's your Captain. Alfred Jones." Matthew then handed him the touch pad he had in his hands.
"Anyways. I took the liberty to make a list of the crew members who still needs their vaccinations. I can trust you will get right on that?"
Gilbert takes the pad from Matthew and gives it a quick glance.
"Yeah, I can get right on that." It was nice of him to go through the trouble to make his job a little easier. "Thanks."
Matthew beamed with a smile before gently patted the side of his head. His fingers quickly traced the tips of Gilbert's pointed ear. A soft amused hum left him before lowering his hand.
"Thank you. It was nice to meet you. I'll be seeing you around." Matthew said, giving a small wave before heading out of the infirmary.
Gilbert just stood there a little stunned at the innocent physical act. Perhaps it was an excuse to touch his ear? Whatever the reason it didn't stop the pale green blush that was appearing on Gilbert's white skin. Feeling the warmth flooding to his cheeks, Gilbert finally realised that he was blushing. Roughly shaking his in attempts to clear his head, he tried to put his focus on the task at hand. He felt his heart pounding in his chest.
"Shut up heart." He grumbled to himself. "I can't afford dying of a heart attack on my first day."