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A/N: I have changed Chapter 1, so if you want to know where half I write comes from (okay that's an exaggeration, but hey...) reread it. BTW, This story was started because my sister and I wanted to wanted to write a story about one another. So, if you have read Mercedes Lackey (Valdemar) and want to read about me (he he he), and my fake adventures, I'll let you know when she FINALLY GETS STARTED!!! (She's reading over my shoulder, I'm not yelling at you, dearest readers. I love you all too dearly for that.
Icheb wandered the halls of Starfleet Academy, just letting his feet go where they wanted. Apparently, Q2 hadn't gone back to his quarters yet, for the flamboyant alien hadn't shown up to annoy him yet.
"I swear that's why he does it... why else would he be around all the time?" Icheb whispered, still lost in thought. He clasped his hands behind his back, and stopped, staring at the monotonous gray of the ceiling. "Unless... No, that's simply not possible."
A small sound interrupted his thoughts, and Icheb whirled around, a blush making its way across his face. Not seeing any one there, and going several feet, checking every hallway that intersected the one he was in, Icheb silently told himself not be so paranoid, and to stop by the Infirmary before making his way back to his quarters.
Icheb, however, was in no state to be making his way anywhere. Quite frankly, in the years he had been at Starfleet, he couldn't recall this corridor. In actual point of fact, he had no idea where he was. //Logically, if I keep walking, I will come to either people, or a place that I know.// he thought, turning left at the next opening, and following it to its end, a t-junction.
There, he turned left again, and from then on, continued to turn left at every second option. He continued the pattern for quite a while, before the sound came to his ears, not quite drowned out by the muffled sound of something hitting the bulkhead not so far away.
Icheb recognized where he was, now. He was in the students' residential area. //But the barrier between teacher and student residence is clearly marked....// he thought, his brow furrowing. The sound that had almost hidden the slight sound of his paranoia sounded again.
Turning to the wall that the sound was coming from, he pressed his ear against the bulkhead. Yes, the sound was indeed coming from inside. Going to the door, he pressed the bell before he noticed the name. Frances Henry. He blinked, opening the door, as a tortured "Come in!" came from inside.
"Over here." The cadet's voice came from the side, and Icheb looked over. Miss. Henry had her head leaned up against the wall, an empty mug in one hand, and a pad in the other. As he watched, she, without looking at her visitor, took a last look at the pad, and banged her head against the wall, producing a loud thud that would have made the sound Icheb had heard.
"What are you doing?" Hearing his voice, Miss. Henry looked up, and blushed rather prettily. //Prettily? I know I need to see the Doctor know.//
"Oh. I didn't know it was you Professor."
"I see. But you haven't answered my question." Miss. Henry turned around, and leaned against the wall with her back, instead of her forehead.
"Banging my head against a wall, because maybe it'll help me figure out what this means." She vaguely waved the pad in his direction. Going over a step or two, he took it from her, and looked down. It was notes from Icheb's seminar today. //This is only the review. Q2's right... she does need help.//
"Perhaps you would like me to explain this?"
"God, yes." Frances pushed herself off the wall. "But first!" She held up her right hand, index finger extended. "I need a break." Putting the empty mug in the replicator, and mumbled, "Computer, recycle. Want anything?" She half turned to the borg Brunali, who was looking as uncomfortable as a borg Brunali can, in that situation. Icheb shook his head, and she smiled. "Then at least sit down."
Icheb sat down greatfully. At least the chairs were as comfortable as he remembered them, and somehow, sitting in someone else's – a girl's, no less – house wasn't as uncomfortable for him as standing was.
"Computer, tea, milk and sugar." Came Miss. Henry's voice from halfway across the room.
"Specify tea." Came the annoyingly monotonous drone of the computer. Somehow, it always sounded like it was mocking her.
"My usual tea."
"That type of tea is not in the databanks. Please specify another type of tea."
"Crap. I hate computers." Frances stamped her foot, annoyed.
"That type of tea is not in the databanks. Please specify another type of tea."
"Earl Grey." Frances said from between clenched teeth. The computer beeped, and the slight whirr of the replication process left Icheb wondering how Miss. Henry could not know how to use the computer.
Holding the steaming mug in one hand, the slight girl sat down beside him, and pouted slightly. Icheb felt the uncontrollable urge to chuckle, something decidedly not borg-, or Icheb-like. Telling himself a third time that a trip to the Infirmary was in order, Icheb settled into the seat, and held the pad out in front of them, going over it again and again, emerging only in the early hours of the morning.
Q2 frowned. That girl was far too close to his Ichi-baby for his liking, but, unfortunately, watching silently, he didn't have the option of giving her a one handed ticket to the center of Betelgeuse.
It had, of course, been him that had both made both of the sounds, and led Icheb to Frances' quarters. His almost-giggle had almost given it all away. Thank the Continuum that he had managed to cut it off before he had made anything more than a whisper.
Following Icheb out of the cadet's quarters, and back to Icheb's, bypassing the Infirmary without going in, Q2 couldn't help but feel frustrated at his own failure. A whole evening of watching that girl just about cuddle up that his – His – favorite Brunali, and he was no closer to figuring out what was so strange about her.
He supposed he'd have to work harder.
A/N: I have changed Chapter 1, so if you want to know where half I write comes from (okay that's an exaggeration, but hey...) reread it. BTW, This story was started because my sister and I wanted to wanted to write a story about one another. So, if you have read Mercedes Lackey (Valdemar) and want to read about me (he he he), and my fake adventures, I'll let you know when she FINALLY GETS STARTED!!! (She's reading over my shoulder, I'm not yelling at you, dearest readers. I love you all too dearly for that.
Icheb wandered the halls of Starfleet Academy, just letting his feet go where they wanted. Apparently, Q2 hadn't gone back to his quarters yet, for the flamboyant alien hadn't shown up to annoy him yet.
"I swear that's why he does it... why else would he be around all the time?" Icheb whispered, still lost in thought. He clasped his hands behind his back, and stopped, staring at the monotonous gray of the ceiling. "Unless... No, that's simply not possible."
A small sound interrupted his thoughts, and Icheb whirled around, a blush making its way across his face. Not seeing any one there, and going several feet, checking every hallway that intersected the one he was in, Icheb silently told himself not be so paranoid, and to stop by the Infirmary before making his way back to his quarters.
Icheb, however, was in no state to be making his way anywhere. Quite frankly, in the years he had been at Starfleet, he couldn't recall this corridor. In actual point of fact, he had no idea where he was. //Logically, if I keep walking, I will come to either people, or a place that I know.// he thought, turning left at the next opening, and following it to its end, a t-junction.
There, he turned left again, and from then on, continued to turn left at every second option. He continued the pattern for quite a while, before the sound came to his ears, not quite drowned out by the muffled sound of something hitting the bulkhead not so far away.
Icheb recognized where he was, now. He was in the students' residential area. //But the barrier between teacher and student residence is clearly marked....// he thought, his brow furrowing. The sound that had almost hidden the slight sound of his paranoia sounded again.
Turning to the wall that the sound was coming from, he pressed his ear against the bulkhead. Yes, the sound was indeed coming from inside. Going to the door, he pressed the bell before he noticed the name. Frances Henry. He blinked, opening the door, as a tortured "Come in!" came from inside.
"Over here." The cadet's voice came from the side, and Icheb looked over. Miss. Henry had her head leaned up against the wall, an empty mug in one hand, and a pad in the other. As he watched, she, without looking at her visitor, took a last look at the pad, and banged her head against the wall, producing a loud thud that would have made the sound Icheb had heard.
"What are you doing?" Hearing his voice, Miss. Henry looked up, and blushed rather prettily. //Prettily? I know I need to see the Doctor know.//
"Oh. I didn't know it was you Professor."
"I see. But you haven't answered my question." Miss. Henry turned around, and leaned against the wall with her back, instead of her forehead.
"Banging my head against a wall, because maybe it'll help me figure out what this means." She vaguely waved the pad in his direction. Going over a step or two, he took it from her, and looked down. It was notes from Icheb's seminar today. //This is only the review. Q2's right... she does need help.//
"Perhaps you would like me to explain this?"
"God, yes." Frances pushed herself off the wall. "But first!" She held up her right hand, index finger extended. "I need a break." Putting the empty mug in the replicator, and mumbled, "Computer, recycle. Want anything?" She half turned to the borg Brunali, who was looking as uncomfortable as a borg Brunali can, in that situation. Icheb shook his head, and she smiled. "Then at least sit down."
Icheb sat down greatfully. At least the chairs were as comfortable as he remembered them, and somehow, sitting in someone else's – a girl's, no less – house wasn't as uncomfortable for him as standing was.
"Computer, tea, milk and sugar." Came Miss. Henry's voice from halfway across the room.
"Specify tea." Came the annoyingly monotonous drone of the computer. Somehow, it always sounded like it was mocking her.
"My usual tea."
"That type of tea is not in the databanks. Please specify another type of tea."
"Crap. I hate computers." Frances stamped her foot, annoyed.
"That type of tea is not in the databanks. Please specify another type of tea."
"Earl Grey." Frances said from between clenched teeth. The computer beeped, and the slight whirr of the replication process left Icheb wondering how Miss. Henry could not know how to use the computer.
Holding the steaming mug in one hand, the slight girl sat down beside him, and pouted slightly. Icheb felt the uncontrollable urge to chuckle, something decidedly not borg-, or Icheb-like. Telling himself a third time that a trip to the Infirmary was in order, Icheb settled into the seat, and held the pad out in front of them, going over it again and again, emerging only in the early hours of the morning.
Q2 frowned. That girl was far too close to his Ichi-baby for his liking, but, unfortunately, watching silently, he didn't have the option of giving her a one handed ticket to the center of Betelgeuse.
It had, of course, been him that had both made both of the sounds, and led Icheb to Frances' quarters. His almost-giggle had almost given it all away. Thank the Continuum that he had managed to cut it off before he had made anything more than a whisper.
Following Icheb out of the cadet's quarters, and back to Icheb's, bypassing the Infirmary without going in, Q2 couldn't help but feel frustrated at his own failure. A whole evening of watching that girl just about cuddle up that his – His – favorite Brunali, and he was no closer to figuring out what was so strange about her.
He supposed he'd have to work harder.