Pride - Part 3 of 3 "Friends and Romance"
Episode 0 - Semper Fidelis
Location: Sickbay, USS Bunker Hill
Tags: romance, relationship
As the doors to the sickbay slid open, Korra carefully helped Oliver inside. Both of them were in training outfit, and both of them were drenched in sweat with bruises on their exposed arms, shoulders and face. But the ship's First Officer clearly took more punishment, and he grimaced as he walked, his right arm resting on the marine's shoulders for support.
Michaela was not having an altogether pleasant day as it was. A brief look into Romulan poisons told her she had a lot of work cut out for her - that didn't bother her so much as the idea of planning for a poisoning. Which involved actually having poisons on board with which to base antidotes. Seemed like asking for trouble, really.
She was reading in a lull between the usual flux of sickbay, having chased the last mysteriously ill-before-shift-time cadet out a while ago. It happened less frequently than it did a week ago, as word seemed to have gotten around that 'Mommy' didn't seem sympathetic to the hooky-player's cause.
She stood up when Oliver and Korra came in, assessing in one glance. Blue eyes narrowed slightly but for the moment she knew better to say anything about it off the top of her head. She'd just start scolding them again.
Instead she helped get Oliver onto a biobed. She didn't even need the scanner, the dislocated shoulder was easy enough to see on its own. She probably should have said something at this point, but didn't, not trusting herself not to snap at one or both of them.
Oliver knew it was a matter of time before Michaela scolded them for unnecessary injuries. Of course, he rather considered them to be necessary. Korra had just had the marine CO's position taken away from her, and he knew how hard she had worked for it and how much it would have meant for her. People had their own ways of dealing with things like this, but she was too proud to admit to anyone how angry she was. It would be a weakness, and 1st Lieutenant Korra Ymir did not admit weaknesses.
Now that he was seeing Michaela, there was not much else he could do for his ex, but he could at least be a sparring partner for his best friend and give her the opportunity to vent that frustration and anger. He also turned off the safety protocols because he knew Korra was a very physical person and it would not have felt as real without some palpable pains, thus diminish the exercise' effectiveness as a release valve.
All of that he would explain to Michaela later - and surely she would understand - but it would embarrass Korra if he spilled it out right here right now. For the moment he would just have to do what he did best, distracting people with unabashed flattery.
"Hello there," He grinned as Michael helped him onto the biobed. "My, you look radiant tonight."
Michaela shot a narrow look at him, "Hold still," was all she said, a little frostily. "Lieutenant Ymir, you can help, just don't let him move."
Korra simply nodded without saying a word or actually doing anything to restrain Oliver. First of all, he's an adult and he knew how to behavior in the sickbay. Second of all, she needed to keep some appropriate distance between them in front of others, especially in front of the doctor, and Amira, too.
To be sure they were still best friends - though no longer best friends with benefits - but the last time she insisted their friendship be given an equal footing with his romantic relationship, she cost him that relationship. He laughed it off and never gave any hint that he blamed her, but again, ever since they first met in that boarding school, he had never blamed her for anything.
She knew better now, and she wouldn't want to ruin his chances with the doctor. They made quite a couple. Besides, things had been going well between her and Amira, too. She wanted to keep it that way.
So the marine just stood there and watched as Michaela cleaned up the wounds on Oliver.
Oliver, on the other hand, was finding the silence in the room to be increasingly awkward.
"So," He tried again to break the ice. "How has your day been so far, Michaela? Busy much?"
"Not at all," Michaela said, "And I prefer it that way." She barely blinked at Korra ... busy trying to contain her usual emotional overreaction to anyone being hurt on her watch.
Her fingers were cool and precise, and she paused only once to rest her palm on the back of his shoulder and warn him to hold still ... and promptly pushed the shoulder back where it was supposed to go.
That complete, she dabbed a little concoction on the bruises, and turned to Korra. "Do you need some?"
The marine shook her head. "Thanks. It's just some bruises. I'm tougher than I look."
"Well, that's an understatement." Oliver chipped in as he slowly swung his right arm in a test of his newly fixed shoulder.
Silence lingered among the three of them for a while. Then Korra managed a small smile and said to Michaela. "I'd better get back to the barracks. There's still some paper work to do." Turning to Oliver, she said, "Thanks for the practice, Lieutenant."
"Don't mention it." Came the response with a smile.
At that she turned and headed to the doors. All that physical exertion did help release quite a bit of her penned up frustration. She just hoped she hadn't got Oliver into any trouble with the doctor.
Oliver waited till the doors closed behind the marine before turning back to Michaela. With a resigned smile, he said, "Alright, let's hear it." He was ready for the scolding.
Michaela just shrugged slightly, "Do I really need to say anything? I could tell you that once you dislocate a joint its all too easy for it to slip again, but I doubt it would make a difference."
The next best mother tactic. Guilt.
Michaela scowled and put her equipment away quietly.
"Oh, come on." Said Oliver as he helped himself off the biobed. "It was just a sparring practice. Bruises, cuts, dislocated shoulders, they happen in sparring practices all the time."
When that seemed to have done nothing at all to placate Michaela, he changed tactics. "OK. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made you worry. I shouldn't have turned off the safety protocols. It will not happen again. I promise."
Now he began to feel guilty for not having listened to her admonition about unnecessary injuries, and . . .
Then something occurred to him.
Raising a suspicious eyebrow, he said, "Wait a second. You are putting me through a guilt trip, aren't you?" Breaking into a grin, he gently held her from behind, "Yes, you are. Oh, you are good. You are really good." Then he tenderly kissed her at the base of her neck.
Michaela should probably have been angry at this counter tactic. Instead she leaned involuntarily back into him, or started to, some of the angry stiffness going right out of her posture.
She'd always been proud of her impossibility to placate before - high expectations got results in her experience. But that didn't exactly work with Oliver. Her lashes flickered. She just wanted to relax into him. He was warm, and he smelled nice and - she was in her medbay.
Michaela straightened up again with the spike of adrenaline that shot through her, and blushed a little, muttering, "At work, Oliver." sort of halfheartedly. She'd sent most of her staff to lunch by now, but her doctors and others came and went from Medbay frequently.
Oliver planted another kiss on her neck and then gently nibbled at her ear.
Michaela barely contained the inevitable giggle, and scrunched up her shoulders a bit instinctively. Then she got mad at herself for being so easily distracted and charmed. "Behave," Michaela hissed, though whether she was talking to him or herself was not exactly clear.
"Well, if you insist, beautiful." He whispered softly before finally halting his offensive, not so much out of concern for modesty as wanting to save the rest for later. Passion was best served after it had been teased and then penned up for a while.
She straightened up a bit and cleared her throat, and said, "You're not out of trouble, anyway." Though there was a slight smile on her lips despite herself.
"So what would it take?" He asked with slight smile of his own, holding both of her hands with his.
Michaela narrowed her eyes at him thoughtfully, forcing the smile off of her face to look appropriately stern. "I don't know, what do you think?" All her best mother tactics.
"Hmm," He pretended to think for a moment. Then with a smirk he said, "I still have a few massage moves that I haven't shown you yet. Want to give them a try? Satisfaction guaranteed, or your money back."
Michaela had to smother the laugh and shook her head at him. "Nice try," she said, but her posture relaxed some. Sounded nice, but she wasn't going to tell him that.
"I know. It's pretty smooth, isn't it?" He grinned shamelessly.
"You seem to think you are, certainly." Michaela said with regretful shake of her head. But she squeezed his hands and said, "I'll let you off the hook this time, but the next time your shoulder pops out of joint I'm going to say I told you so."
"Deal." He nodded with a smile. Then taking a look of the sorry state of his training outfit, he said, "Guess I'd better get myself a shower and a new shirt."
"See you later?" He said, his hand still holding on to hers.
"If you like." Michaela said, "Going to try for dinner all at the same time today again - if Alex is finished sulking and Erin hasn't already eaten." Michaela sighed. "But it doesn't seem likely."
Ah, the kids. Having spent a whole weekend with Michaela alone, Oliver had almost forgot that she had two kids. They sure made it more difficult to spend some quality time with Michaela. On the other hand, maybe there were opportunities here, too.
"Do you want me to talk the boy?" He asked. "Maybe I can get through to him and make it a little easier for you."
"No," Mickey said a bit abruptly, shaking her head. "Sorry ... I just mean he's ... got his own things to work out. I ... think he's old enough to work it out. I just ..." she frowned. "Don't want to put too much on him at once."
"OK." He smiled and lightly squeezed her hands. "Just remember you don't have to take of every problem by yourself. I'll always be here if you need me."
"Its fine," Mickey said, nodding, "Just not ready for that fight yet."
"OK." Oliver nodded. Then he leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. "All right, back to work." At that, he reluctantly let go of her hands. Another smile and he was on his way to the exit.
Michaela had considered dodging away from kisses in public, but didn't really want to when it came down to it. She scooted away to go record the incident in her medical reports, still blushing a little. This time it was more happiness than anything else.
Lieutenant Oliver A. Lee
USS Bunker Hill
Lieutenant JG Michaela Taylor
Chief Medical Officer
USS Bunker Hill
1st Lieutenant Korra Ymir
USS Bunker Hill
(NPC - Oliver)