Chapter 3: Jess
Lieutenant Jesminda Longbottom (oh how she hated that last name) vaguely wondered why she'd ever been promoted to lieutenant. She was rubbing the tip of her finger gingerly.
"This is the third time, Lieutenant."
Jess gave a slight sigh. "I know, Doctor."
"The third time in three years."
Jess glanced up. "Really? Cause, y'know, I never would have guessed."
"Sarcasm ill befits you," Dr. Tanner told her as she finished running the tissue regenerator. Jess started to get up. "Hold on, I have to check for nerve damage." She activated another device and started running it slowly across her body.
"Doctor, I feel fine. Really, can I get back to duty?"
"I'm afraid that's not going to happen." Tanner retreated, and set the tool back onto the table. "We're at Starbase 24."
"Damn," she muttered. "I told Tyrell that it wouldn't happen again."
"But it did," the doctor pointed out gently. She pressed a hypospray to Jess's arm. "You seem to have an overwhelming ability to get electrocuted, Lieutenant."
"I swear it's not my fault!" Jess sounded a little agonized.
"I realize that," Tanner replied. "The official reasons for the transfer are an inability to follow orders, and insubordination."
"I only snubbed the captain because he snubbed me!"
"He didn't 'snub' you. He said you had trouble following orders."
"I had trouble following orders because I was being electrocuted!"
Tanner sighed. "Nobody said the world was fair."
"Yeah, cause if they did, it would definitely be a lie." Jess hopped off of the examining table. "I'm going to go get my stuff. I don't think I'll ever see you again."
"Goodbye."
"Yeah. Bye."
She vanished through the sickbay doors and found herself in her quarters a few minutes later. Her former quarters. With a quiet sigh, Jess sat on her bed, and looked around. Sure, it was just a standard version of the same thing one found everywhere else on the ship. Bed, table, bathroom, replicator. But, somehow, it had seemed like home. Here she had finally been able to get over her tendency to be accident prone, but things had happened anyway. So she'd found a home, and now she had to leave.
Life really wasn't fair.
Picking up her bag, she walked out of the door. She didn't look back.
Lieutenant Jesminda Longbottom (oh how she hated that last name) vaguely wondered why she'd ever been promoted to lieutenant. She was rubbing the tip of her finger gingerly.
"This is the third time, Lieutenant."
Jess gave a slight sigh. "I know, Doctor."
"The third time in three years."
Jess glanced up. "Really? Cause, y'know, I never would have guessed."
"Sarcasm ill befits you," Dr. Tanner told her as she finished running the tissue regenerator. Jess started to get up. "Hold on, I have to check for nerve damage." She activated another device and started running it slowly across her body.
"Doctor, I feel fine. Really, can I get back to duty?"
"I'm afraid that's not going to happen." Tanner retreated, and set the tool back onto the table. "We're at Starbase 24."
"Damn," she muttered. "I told Tyrell that it wouldn't happen again."
"But it did," the doctor pointed out gently. She pressed a hypospray to Jess's arm. "You seem to have an overwhelming ability to get electrocuted, Lieutenant."
"I swear it's not my fault!" Jess sounded a little agonized.
"I realize that," Tanner replied. "The official reasons for the transfer are an inability to follow orders, and insubordination."
"I only snubbed the captain because he snubbed me!"
"He didn't 'snub' you. He said you had trouble following orders."
"I had trouble following orders because I was being electrocuted!"
Tanner sighed. "Nobody said the world was fair."
"Yeah, cause if they did, it would definitely be a lie." Jess hopped off of the examining table. "I'm going to go get my stuff. I don't think I'll ever see you again."
"Goodbye."
"Yeah. Bye."
She vanished through the sickbay doors and found herself in her quarters a few minutes later. Her former quarters. With a quiet sigh, Jess sat on her bed, and looked around. Sure, it was just a standard version of the same thing one found everywhere else on the ship. Bed, table, bathroom, replicator. But, somehow, it had seemed like home. Here she had finally been able to get over her tendency to be accident prone, but things had happened anyway. So she'd found a home, and now she had to leave.
Life really wasn't fair.
Picking up her bag, she walked out of the door. She didn't look back.