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Something is Amiss

Posted on Fri Aug 4th, 2017 @ 9:51pm by Lieutenant Commander Halan Zeti

Mission: Returning Home (Shore Leave)
Location: Quarters


Zera shifted the flowers in his hand as he walked down the corridor, looking at the door numbers as he passed them. After seeing Zeti during the briefing, he wanted to try and rectify what had been done before. He remembered the fight and how it ended. Finally spotting the number to her quarters, he paused before tapping his comm badge. "Zera to Zeti, are you available at the moment?"

When Zeti's badge beeped and Zera's voice came through she felt a certain sense of loathing wash over her. She'd just changed out of her uniform and into a pair of tight jeans and form fitting shirt that had Starfleet Academy imprinted on it with an engineering logo between the two words. After some considerable hemming and hawing, she tapped her badge. "I was just getting ready to go out, what is it you need?"

"Just a moment, if you can spare it," Zera responded, shifting a little in front of the door. "Can I come in?"

Zeti flicked her tongue over the back of her teeth in irritation, she wanted to tell him to go kill himself and save her the murder charge but instead she took a deep breath before responding. "You're here? Sure you can come in, but I've got a date waiting for me."

The door opened, and Zera walked forward until he was just inside the room, looking down at the flowers in his hands. "Well," he began, clearing his throat. "If you have a date, then this will be awkward." He paused before extending his arm, holding out the flowers to her. "I know we haven't gotten off on the right foot... uh... several times, so this is my attempt at trying to remedy it and try to mend wounds."

Zeti felt her left eye twitch, it had been a while since the two of them had even talked and now that she was seeing someone he showed up with flowers? What was he thinking? "Zera, I don't know what you're doing here but this is odd even for you. I'm not interested in making amends."

"Well, until one of us puts in for a transfer, this stalemate of shooting daggers from the eyes isn't going to work when we have to work together for a mission," he responded calmly, moving to put the flowers on a nearby table. "Besides, I didn't know that I wasn't allowed to change myself for the better," he quipped, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"You're more than welcome to change yourself for the better, that doesn't mean I want to take a chance with you again Leyar," Zeti replied honestly, looking over the other Bajoran. "We've managed to work together just fine without complicating things, why do we need to start now?"

"I'm not asking for a chance with you," he said with a roll of his eyes. As tempting as it was to ask about her ego, he held his tongue. It wasn't going to help the situation. "It doesn't have to be complicated. Look," he paused, going over his words carefully. As much as he hated how exposed he was going to feel, he wanted to actually have a chance at getting to know her. "All my life, I've been... afraid, of making relationships. You remember the Occupation, so you know how tough it was to keep friendships when all of your friends were slaughtered. I guess that just... stuck with me, and for a while it worked..." Zera stared at the ground for a moment, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"I know how tough it was, but I extended an olive branch to you Leyar," Zeti let out a sigh, watching him with weary eyes. Something about this seemed so off. "What is this really about? I mean come on, you said in no uncertain terms we were done. Do you need me for a job or something?"

"No, I just want you take it seriously that I need a friend, not a partner," Zera hissed, glaring at the ground. "Listen, I'm sorry for using you and I'm sorry for not accepting your peace offering. Back then I was angry and... I don't know, stupid maybe." He sighed, "I don't expect this to ever be fully repaired, but if all you're going to see me as is someone who wants to use you instead of someone who needs friendly companionship, then I guess I'm just wasting my time." As much as he tried to keep his voice even, any good ear could pick up on his irritation.

Zeti's brow knit together, but she resisted her urge to bite his head off and shifted her weight back and forth a few times, "This isn't like you, I'm surprised. I don't trust you, I tried. I really wanted a relationship with you, but that door has closed. If you truly want to be friends, you've got to show me that it's worth trying to be your friend again."

"Can't you see that-" Zera started to raise his voice, but stopped himself before he could finish. Yelling about it wasn't going to solve anything, but it wasn't helping that this was so damn frustrating. "Like I said," he said, with a calmer but still clenched tone, "I'm trying to change." After the Occupation, had he really grown up and moved on? Or was he still the 19 year old boy who escaped from the Cardassians, afraid to live his life and to make any real connections? At least he applied his experience in some way... Slumping his shoulders a little, he asked, "fine, what can I do to show you I mean it? Where do I start?"

"Don't be a dick," Zeti folded her arms across her chest and looked at him for a moment. Before he could speak up, she continued. "Why don't we have coffee once a week? We can just talk, start getting to know each other again. I'm still dating someone else."

Zera paused for a moment before nodding. As long as he could keep up the act... "Ok. I understand, and coffee sounds good." There was a silence between them before he cleared his throat. "Well, I won't keep you from your date. Enjoy the flowers."

"I will, thank you Leyar," Zeti said softly, watching him for a moment. "And I plan on enjoying my date, my redhead is a lot of fun."

"Your redhead?" He repeated her words. "Sounds like you and him are getting along well then."

"You've lost a step," Zeti smirked at him. "She and I are getting along well, now get out of here."

Zera had started to turn to leave when he heard the gender of her date, which made him stop and ponder for a moment, glancing back at Zeti. He then simply rolled his eyes before continuing his turn to head out of her quarters.

"Just don't rub yourself raw thinking about it later," Zeti called after him once he had stepped through her doorway, it was surprisingly not horrible and as much as she started to play along she was very suspicious something was wrong. At any rate, it was almost time to go and she was planning on having a good night.



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