Dorian's charger became complete. He checked his messages for his com terminal to find none, except for a loop video sent hours ago of a kitten falling over from Gary Mitchelle as it squeaked. He pulled up a file and sent back kitten spam to the man. Gary would get to it as soon as his shift was up. Dorian stepped out of the charger then came to the closet. The door slid open to reveal the uniform with the lieutenant ranking on the sleeves and the white regulation shirt underneath. There were some pants below with the rolled up white socks and white pants. The shirt, itself, was blue with a white stripe that went down ending at the lower section where the private part of humans laid. The black boots stood out against the uniform brightly that he set onto a stool in the bathroom. He slipped off the attire and put them into the laundry dispenser. The molecules of dirt would be eliminated and the attire returned. He stepped into the sonic shower. He turned in the direction of the wall the let the waste be evaporated off his person.

Dorian played some cat videos during the sonic shower. There were trillions of cat videos on Youtube. Youtube had become of the galactic internet. And was still widely used. Dorian smiled at the cat videos with his eyes closed. He stepped out of the shower acquiring updates for a medical file. The side of his face glowed a gentle blue outlining shapes. He saw Riez had recently acquired insomnia. Insomnia which could be helped and eliminated by some professional help. Elizabeth Dehner was a psychiatrist so he checked the file to see if he had been recommended to her. The description of Riez's nightmare indicated he was afraid of something. On a away mission. He put in a recommendation to the assigned psychiatrist Elizabeth Dehner. She was partially here to see how space effected cadets who hadn't finished their star fleet training. She could get through his shell and help him. Riez was a science officer, a intern, under Spock's command. Dorian slid himself into the uniform for the day. He was perfectly dry. The side of his face returned to the natural color. A message popped up in his comn terminal. He opened the message to find it was Doctor DeHail.

Dear M'Benga:

You won't believe where I am.

"You are on Vanguard." Dorian said.

I am no where.

"Hm?" Dorian raised his eyebrow.

If you read this letter, well, by the time you are reading it. This was made to be sent when there was a transporter malfunction and I could not survive. I will be replaced by Lieutenant Sam Shaw. I am glad that we got to meet. I am saddened we couldn't meet up and share stories of our times aboard starships. Give the DRN's my best regard when you see them again.

Sincerely, DRN-109.

Dorian put on his boots and placed his communicator into his right pocket. He experienced dismay for the loss of his friend. He had a long face that he stared at in the mirror with hands on the sink. A good friend he had kept correspondence with had died to soon. Was it even intentional? Simon's method of passing haunted Dorian. And it broke his heart. There was nothing he could have done for either of their deaths. He sighed, letting go of the sink then walked out. His face was back to its brown color. He saw Chekov come out of a yeoman's quarters, with his yellow shirt over his shoulder and a dreamy smile on his face. That yeoman was a young male in his late twenties. Yeoman Rally came out in a long sleeved black shirt and had his muscular arms folded appearing to be annoyed.

"You better come back for our next Dungeon's and Dragon's game tonight!" Rally said.

"Oh, I vill!" Pavel said.

Dorian checked the young navigator's file. Pavel was sharing quarters with the yeoman, Rally, since he was an ensign and it was star fleet regulation that ensigns share the same quarters. It made Dorian relax at the knowledge. Out of the room came an unexpected person, Gary Mitchelle whose hair appeared to be disheveled.

"I am going to bed, asshole." Gary said.

"Hey, not my fault your wizard got brutually killed throughout the game." Rally said.

"He is not a wizard, he is just the games chewtoy." Gary said, using the wall as his balance. He was in his golden uniform that appeared to be on backwards. He had bags under his eyes. "I am not playing dungeons and dragons with you, again!"

"Hey, you never know,Gary," Rally said. "Your character might get the chance to kiss a general and sway him off from killing people."

"Stop it!" Gary vanished down the hall once he took a turn to the right.

Dorian looked over in the direction of Rally.

"What happened with him?" Dorian asked. Rally sighed.

"He is not always like this." Rally said. "He is more of a night person."

Dorian nodded his head, slightly.

"Night shift?" Dorian asked.

"That he is." Rally said.

"Say,who are you a yeoman for?" Dorian asked. "Your file didn't say."

"You didn't hear?" Rally said.

"No." Dorian said.

"I am Miss Uhura's yeoman," Rally said. His dark eyebrows shot up. "You don't really see a white man serving a black lieutenant."

"Actually," Dorian said. "I was stationed on a Vulcan vessel during my time on Vulcanis for a emergency retrieval of long lost Vulcans and their family recovered from a anomaly. Don't ask why their familys were there. It is complicated because they were not supposed to be there."

"Just how long were you there?" Rally asked.

"A month while the scientists were finding ways to work around the anomaly." Dorian said. "I saw white Vulcans serving black Vulcans, a lot."

"Oooh," Rally said, as his face brightened. "That is interesting."

"These Vulcans are on New Vulcan currently." Dorian said. "Used to be on Vulcans but every Vulcan I know are jumping at the effort to get themselves off the endangered list. At least the ones I had been fortunate to serve."

"Mister Spock is different from the others, or so I heard," Rally said. "What is your thoughts on him?"

"He is a unique guy." Dorian said. "Haven't really talked to him."

"Vulcans never take a break." Rally said.

Dorian laughed.

"That part is true. They don't believe in Shore Leave, either," Dorian said. "I wonder how their partners convinces them that it is logical to go on shore leave."

"That is a mystery best left unsolved." Rally said, then he went inside his quarters where he vanished.

Dorian headed down the hall. Just the beginning of a new day on the Enterprise, and probably bound to be refreshing boring. Which was a change from the urgency the ship was on. He came across Nurse T'Spol who was in the white outfit with a white top with a gray line going down to the side and had on white trousers which was different from the other nurses. Nurse Brackett was among those who wore the white skirt variation.

"Good morning, Nurse T'Spol." Dorian said, as he noticed her coming out of her quarters. She had her hair up in a bun and it looked natural for her. T'Spol refused to have her hair up in a pony tail. And she wore smoky black eyeliner that highlighted her eyes.

"Greetings, doctor." T'Spol said, her gray eyes looking over toward the man. "Is Doctor McCoy recovering?"

"He is fine," Dorian said. "Nurse Chapel is making sure he gets the appropriate help."

"I am pleased to hear." T'Spol said. "And you?"

"I am fine." Dorian said. "I feel a lot better that McCoy is somewhere I can easily know where he is." Truly, after he was reactivated. He felt uneasy being alone. Felt like he was missing something in his life. The missed snuggles. His hand only clutching onto the fabric of the bed. The embrace in bed. His face facing the side f the charger. Kissing the cheek of his partner before going to bed. Kissing the charger. Now? That experienced these phantom muscle memory had gone away. "I understand your parents were on Vulcan. Did they make it?"

"They have been dead for ten years." T'Spol said.

"But the files-" Dorian said.

"The files were wrong." T'Spol said.

"What do you mean they were dead for ten years?" Dorian asked, puzzled.

"Their files did not list Bendii's." T'Spol said.

"Oh my god." Dorian said. "I grieve with thee."

"They were not able to be evacuated," T'Spol said. "They blocked entrance into their quarters in the Vulcan Ward in the Vulcanm Medical Academy. Kaadith." She looked in his direction. "There is no need to grieve for what has been lost long before."

"I. . . you. . ." Dorian was almost speechless. "Your sister never said anything about them."

"My sister is none the wiser when it comes to matters like this." T'Spol said. "I am a hundred twenty-seven." She turned her head away. "I am at risk for developing it."

"I don't think you will get it." Dorian said. "You are the strongest nurse I know."

"That is pleasing to hear from you." T'Spol said.

"What about your partner and children?" Dorian said.

"They were on Vulcanis visiting T'Heli when the attack happened. Her mate had passed." T'Spol said. "I expect that you lost many of your colleagues." He briefly closed his eyes. "You can talk with me about this matter if you prefer."

"No," Dorian said. "I knew most of those bendii's patients who didn't make it to the shuttles. They were. . .." He started to grow emotional. "It still hurts. Sometimes I think I should call their Vulcan Attendys and request them to give them a joke or . . And then I realize they are gone. I can't call them. I cannot call them. Not ever. Not again."

"I am fortunate to have known none," T'Spol said. "But I still feel off."

"You feel like Vulcan is still around." Dorian said.

"Like it was never gone." T'Spol said.

"You know," Dorian said. "I wouldn't mind if it was Earth that went instead of Vulcan. It would have been a price I gladly pay."

"Do not say that, Doctor," T'Spol said. "Star Fleet would have fallen. And the efforts all the species who have joined since the conception of it will come to nothing." She looked toward the doctor. "How do you feel, today?"

"Actually," Dorian said. "A lot better than yesterday."

"As do I." T'Spol said. "I have been considering of allowing my spouse to participate in the Sehlat Breeding Program with our fully grown Sehlats that they took with them."

"So, what is the problem?" Dorian said.

"I believe they are too old to reproduce." T'Spol said.

"Humans, much like animals, defy the expectations." Dorian said.

"The problem is that the cubs will lose their mother after birth," T'Spol said. "And then their father."

"Do you know not how Admiral Archer's beagles defy the odds?" Dorian asked.

"That is with your kind." T'Spol said.

"I will let you in on a secret." Dorian said. "I am a medical android."

"A synthetic?" T'Spol said.

His eyes winced

"Android," Dorian said. "Please. But back to the point, wouldn't they be glad to be parents again?"

T'Spol paused, as they went past the night shift going in for a good rest.

"That is a excellent question, doctor," T'Spol said. "I believe the answer could be: yes."

"Like interspecies animals acting as parents to a abandoned interspecies wildlife." Dorian said.

"That," T'Spol said. "And female cats acting as parents to ducklings."

Dorian snickered.

"You are going to be having your own sick bay in no time!" Dorian said. "And you will be the best one to be known in your next assignment."

"Doctor?" T'Spol raised both eyebrows in surprise at his reaction. "I have just been assigned."

"I mean to say you will be a excellent head nurse." Dorian said, as they headed in the direction of sick bay.