Holby: the Next Generation.
A Holby & Star Trek crossover story
CHAPTER THREE
"You know that really was quite excellent," Mike Barrett said appreciatively, reaching for the wineglass with evident relish.
"I'm glad you approve," Meyer smiled allowing his own cutlery to rest upon his plate, while he dabbed elegantly at the corner of his mouth with has napkin.
Barrett waved a fork in his direction before deciding to spear a baby carrot between its prongs. "What I fail to understand is why you.. Hmm this is really delicious, why you can eat like this everyday and not show any signs of putting on any weight." Mike said patting his own ample stomach.
Meyer smirked.
"No, seriously Anton, what I really don't understand is why you didn't choose to stay and make a fight of things? I mean to say, Holby without Anton Meyer."
The surgeon shot him a look, which Mike Barrett chose to misinterpret.
"Sorry, I forgot Professor Sir Anton Meyer. is like. is like having strawberries without cream, scones without jam, lamb without."
"Are you aware that all your references allude to food.?" Meyer shot back, trying to distract his friend.
"Sorry I'm eating, and anyway you are fully aware of what I mean. Damn it man, what is going on in your life? I returned from Kenya a couple of weeks ago, and what did I find when I called in to see my oldest and dearest friend? Why some damn impostor sitting in your chair, ordering your staff around, already half cut by the looks of him and."
Meyer's face had become a hard mask. "Mr Barrett!" he growled warningly.
"Anton, this is me you're talking to, me Anton."
"And for that you should be thankful, if it were anyone else I would have walked out long ago!"
"Just as you walked out on Holby?"
"I will not have my decisions nor my authority questioned!"
Mike sat back in his chair. "My *** is that what happened?" Mike returned with a sudden flash of insight. "You walked out just because the board questioned your decision?" You walked out because they assaulted your pride!"
Meyer rose to his feet, his face deadly pale with anger. "I do not have to stay here and listen to this one moment longer!" he said biting of each word and enunciating them in his usual clipped and precise tones.
"No you don't Anton. you can always leave."
"I thank you for your suggestion, but I am already going. Goodbye and good- day to you Mr Barrett."
Barrett stared; finally realising he'd gone too far. "Anton," he tried his tone now consolatory. "Stay, eat the rest of the meal with me. I was only."
"Honi soit qui mal y pense!" Meyer returned after a moment's pause, and putting down his napkin, strode from the elegant dining room without another word.
".shame on him who thinks ill of it!" Barrett whispered beneath his breath, before reaching forward for his wineglass.
A Holby & Star Trek crossover story
CHAPTER THREE
"You know that really was quite excellent," Mike Barrett said appreciatively, reaching for the wineglass with evident relish.
"I'm glad you approve," Meyer smiled allowing his own cutlery to rest upon his plate, while he dabbed elegantly at the corner of his mouth with has napkin.
Barrett waved a fork in his direction before deciding to spear a baby carrot between its prongs. "What I fail to understand is why you.. Hmm this is really delicious, why you can eat like this everyday and not show any signs of putting on any weight." Mike said patting his own ample stomach.
Meyer smirked.
"No, seriously Anton, what I really don't understand is why you didn't choose to stay and make a fight of things? I mean to say, Holby without Anton Meyer."
The surgeon shot him a look, which Mike Barrett chose to misinterpret.
"Sorry, I forgot Professor Sir Anton Meyer. is like. is like having strawberries without cream, scones without jam, lamb without."
"Are you aware that all your references allude to food.?" Meyer shot back, trying to distract his friend.
"Sorry I'm eating, and anyway you are fully aware of what I mean. Damn it man, what is going on in your life? I returned from Kenya a couple of weeks ago, and what did I find when I called in to see my oldest and dearest friend? Why some damn impostor sitting in your chair, ordering your staff around, already half cut by the looks of him and."
Meyer's face had become a hard mask. "Mr Barrett!" he growled warningly.
"Anton, this is me you're talking to, me Anton."
"And for that you should be thankful, if it were anyone else I would have walked out long ago!"
"Just as you walked out on Holby?"
"I will not have my decisions nor my authority questioned!"
Mike sat back in his chair. "My *** is that what happened?" Mike returned with a sudden flash of insight. "You walked out just because the board questioned your decision?" You walked out because they assaulted your pride!"
Meyer rose to his feet, his face deadly pale with anger. "I do not have to stay here and listen to this one moment longer!" he said biting of each word and enunciating them in his usual clipped and precise tones.
"No you don't Anton. you can always leave."
"I thank you for your suggestion, but I am already going. Goodbye and good- day to you Mr Barrett."
Barrett stared; finally realising he'd gone too far. "Anton," he tried his tone now consolatory. "Stay, eat the rest of the meal with me. I was only."
"Honi soit qui mal y pense!" Meyer returned after a moment's pause, and putting down his napkin, strode from the elegant dining room without another word.
".shame on him who thinks ill of it!" Barrett whispered beneath his breath, before reaching forward for his wineglass.