Hello, everyone! I posted this a few years ago on the Survival Instinct website. Someone suggested I post it here since I finally have a account. Feel free to tell me any of your thoughts!
The past two weeks had been an interesting time for the people of the fleet. It had started with a delay near a nebula that was of no significance in their search for Earth, but would turn out to have a rather large amount of significance for most of the women in the smallish cluster of vessels that comprised humanity's last hope.
Doctor Sherman Cottle was made aware of the problem two days after it began. A young viper pilot, callsign: Rush, had been in to see him.
"Doc, I'm going out of my mind. I've never felt like this in my life," she squirmed on the exam table.
"What's the problem, young lady?" Cottle made it clear with his tone that he wanted answers quickly and didn't have time for much else.
Rush, like many others who daily risked their lives, had few inhibitions and considered straightforwardness an asset.
"Sex," she said. "I can't stop thinking about it, can't stop having it. It's getting to be a real distraction." Rush was clearly earnest in her distress and was not playing a misguided joke on one of the most harried individuals in the fleet. Ishay had walked in on the conversation approximately one-half of the way through the word 'sex' and quickly interjected.
"Doctor!" she lightly touched his arm for his full attention. "Me too. You know how I've taken the past two days off? I spent it all in bed with Milik. I couldn't do anything else."
The doctor gave a highly unusual show of being speechless. Ishay added quietly, "I feel fine now. I thought it was just me."
A military doctor is quick with answers and Sherman Cottle was no different. He turned to Rush and advised her: "Take two days off. Spend them in bed. If it's not gone away by then, contact me. Otherwise, I don't want to hear from you."
Rush hopped off the table with a ridiculous smile for one with so serious an occupation and saluted. "Aye, sir!" she cried and trotted out of Life Station.
Ishay and Cottle stood awkwardly next to each other, each becoming instant experts in the art of avoiding eye contact.
"Ishay," he growled, "I have a feeling…"
"Right," she said slowly.