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Catching up

Posted on Wed Jan 20th, 2016 @ 8:55am by Commander Mercia Kavi & Lieutenant JG Lydia Whitlock M.D., J.D.

Mission: Mother Base

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Lydia took a moment to savor a sip of her hot chocolate in one hand before she settled in to review her upcoming counseling appointments on the PADD in her other. She'd just finished her shift in sickbay but was a bit too keyed up to go right to sleep. She would rest in good time, as she found it was important to making the transition between her work in sickbay and work in counseling, but she was also learning she needed a routine to get her in the groove.

Mercia headed in to the lounge, she had spent the day pouring over logs and reports and her mind was buzzing. She ordered a tea to help her relax, then turned to look for a place to sit. Spotting Whitlock she took a deep breath. The woman was on her list of people to check in with, might as well do it now, and it might distract her from her personal issues.

"Evening." she said as she approached the couches.

Lydia looked up from her PADD and smiled. "Hello, Commander. How are you this evening?"

"I'm well." Mercia said simply as she helped herself to a seat. "I wanted to check on you tomorrow, but since you are here..." she shrugged. "We don't have many people working duel positions, I wanted to see how you are fairing."

Whitlock put down her PADD and briefly wondered if she'd given anyone cause to question her ability to handle dual roles aboard. After all, this was the first time she and the XO were spending any one-on-one time together, and apparently, Kavi was interested enough to have their first real interaction concern whether she was handling her responsibilities. Pushing the thought aside, Lydia realized she was being paranoid, something that was decidedly unlike her.

Turning to face the other woman, Lydia decided to respond to the inquiry in the spirit in which she believed it had been offered: polite and professional concern. "I appreciate you checking in on me," Whitlock began with a smile. "I won't lie, it is a lot of responsibility serving as ACMO and a member of the counseling staff and there are times when it's difficult to juggle all of it, but at the same time, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't invigorated by the challenge most days."

Mercia took a deep breath "Your marks have remained high enough, which is good. Do you feel you can handle it? Or if for some reason Dr. Lorix was unable to do her duties that you would be able to fill in and let your counseling cases go?" she asked.

It was a fair question, Lydia noted, one that deserved a fair and honest answer. "Let them go on the spot? No, ma'am. That wouldn't be professional or ethical of me as a therapist. In the event Dr. Lorix was unable to serve as CMO and needed me to step in, I would work with my counseling clients in question and the counseling staff to transition them to new therapists as quickly and easily as possible. Of course, it's my responsibility to make sure my counseling workload isn't so great I can't transition easily, which is why I keep the lines of communication open with Commander Caldera."

"Good." Mercia said. "As long as you are happy, have a plan in place, and things are getting done, I'm happy." Mercia said before she ran her hand over her hair.

Lydia smiled. "If that's all it takes to make you happy, you are one fortunate woman indeed." She was teasing lightly, attempting to inquire about how she was feeling by exploring what really made her happy in a round about way.

"Oh It takes a whole lot more to make me happy than just some other woman being happy with her job." she said. Her mind started to think about all the things that made her happy, she was quiet for a moment, "Yup, a whole lot more." she laughed.

"I hope you've had luck finding whatever it might be," Lydia replied. "Starfleet officers in general, and the Gladiator crew in particular seem to have been put through the ringer since long before I arrived." Whitlock was trying not to pry into Kavi's emotional well-being as this was a casual meeting, but naturally, it was in Whitlock's nature.

Mercia shrugged, "Story of my life really. I think I'd worry that I was dead if I wasn't being put through hell somewhere in my life at any given moment." she chuckled. "I kind of have gotten used to it. We're really not a normal ship are we? Have you found it hard to handle?" she wondered.

Lydia considered the question for a moment before responding. "Honestly, I think I'm still getting the lay of the land. Ask me a few missions in," she added with a chuckle. More seriously she added, "I'm sorry for the hell you're going through."

"Why are you sorry?" Mercia asked bluntly. "It's life, I'm used to it." she grumbled.

"If repetition made it easier, most people would stop hurting altogether and then they'd be even worse off," Whitlock replied. "Without recognizing pain, we wouldn't be able to appreciate happiness. I get pain is part of life, maybe even a more than average part of yours thus far, but I still hate to see anyone hurt."

"Thanks I guess." Mercia laughed, "I came here to check in on you, not get head checked by you." Mercia smirked.

Lydia held up her hands and smiled. "Sorry. Force of habit. I don't mean to pry, I guess I just wanted to return the favor."

"I don't generally take kindly to it, just warning ya. Next time you try and pry into my head I am liable too deck you." Mercia said. "Well if you have any questions, make sure you check in with me, If you are overwhelmed at all we can dedicate you to one team instead. Just keep in contact." Mercia said getting up.

Lydia admittedly didn't know the XO well, but the notion she could be decked for a simple expression of concern for her well-being caught her off-guard. Was the woman joking? Whitlock assumed so in the end. Surely the woman didn't get to be XO by decking her own people.

~fin

 

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