Post by aoibheni on Sept 22, 2020 22:37:58 GMT
Set shortly after Sara Sumner's "Vacation, Part Three" log
“Doc,” Danann croaked as she pulled her tired body into the compound’s medical unit.
“Wait over there,” Kitling called back, waving a hand in the direction of the solitary biobed. It immediately lit up as Danann sat on it, but she ignored the readings. She knew what they said.
After several minutes Kitling finally tore her attention away from her microscope. “Fascinating…” she breathed. Turning in her seat she stood, tapped the ‘scope off and approached her Captain.
One look at the redhead and she winced.
“You’ve run out again?” she asked, a little incredulous.
“That’s not why I’m here.”
Kitling shot her a disbelieving glance and turned the biobed’s scanners off. “When was the last time you dosed?” she asked flatly.
Danann’s hand reflexively raised to the side of her neck, her fingers running over the light scars that had marred her skin ever since her run in with a Vendorian spy years earlier.
Kitling brushed her hand away, took hold of her chin and turned her face roughly to the light, leaning in and staring into Danann’s eyes.
“‘Bout 24 hours, I’m guessing? Threw out your stash, I assume? Didn’t want your girlfriend to know?” Kitling tutted.
After a silent moment, Danann shook her head minutely.
Kitling tutted again and Niamh bristled.
The doctor ignored her. She knew she was safe from her Captain’s wrath as long as she kept synthesising the complex compound Danann had become dependent on.
“All right, let’s get you straight.” Kitling disappeared into a small lab. Danann could see her activate a series of machines through the open door.
“That’s not why I’m here.” Danann called after her. “I wanted to talk to you about your research.”
“Oh…?”
“The treatments you gave me to restore my memory…” Danann said, clasping her hands tightly on her lap, “I wanna know... is that treatment reversible?”
“What do you want to forget?”
“No, it’s not me. Sumner.”
Kitling emerged from the lab, a small vial in her right hand. She rolled it between her fingers and thumb as she approached Danann. Small bubbles danced within the clear liquid.
“Honeymoon over already? Did you say the wrong name in a moment of passion…?” the doctor teased, confident that Danann was only half listening now and that her attention was fixed on the serum - the venom, really - in the doctor’s grip.
“Can it be done, doc?” Niamh tensed.
“I’m afraid not. Nanoprobes are a blunt instrument. Building with precision is an easier task than destroying with delicacy. I could succeed in erasing what you want, but she could also lose the ability to speak, to feed herself… she could forget all those lovely, intimate skills I’m sure you’ve taken full advantage of since she got here.” Kitling laughed and snapped the vial into a hypospray casing. “Additionally, the mind has a nasty habit of repairing itself, too. You wouldn’t want her remembering what you’d forced her to forget, now would you?”
Danann lowered her head. The prospect wasn’t appealing, no.
“I had to ask.” She lowered herself off the biobed and brushed past Kitling.
It took all her strength to walk away.
“Forgetting something?” the doc said as Danann reached the exit.
She tensed.
“You can’t go cold turkey, you know. Your implants adapted and locked on to your personal biochemical make up. And this…” Kitling said, wiggling the hypospray in the air between the two women like she was offering a tasty fish to a trained seal, “is part of that chemistry...”
Danann clenched her jaw tight, turned and snatched the hypospray.
“We’ll get you clean when the time is right,” Kitling soothed. “Right now, recovery would take too long.”
The doctor nodded and turned back to her work, leaving Niamh with one parting shot. “So don’t miss a dose again, understood?”
“Doc,” Danann croaked as she pulled her tired body into the compound’s medical unit.
“Wait over there,” Kitling called back, waving a hand in the direction of the solitary biobed. It immediately lit up as Danann sat on it, but she ignored the readings. She knew what they said.
After several minutes Kitling finally tore her attention away from her microscope. “Fascinating…” she breathed. Turning in her seat she stood, tapped the ‘scope off and approached her Captain.
One look at the redhead and she winced.
“You’ve run out again?” she asked, a little incredulous.
“That’s not why I’m here.”
Kitling shot her a disbelieving glance and turned the biobed’s scanners off. “When was the last time you dosed?” she asked flatly.
Danann’s hand reflexively raised to the side of her neck, her fingers running over the light scars that had marred her skin ever since her run in with a Vendorian spy years earlier.
Kitling brushed her hand away, took hold of her chin and turned her face roughly to the light, leaning in and staring into Danann’s eyes.
“‘Bout 24 hours, I’m guessing? Threw out your stash, I assume? Didn’t want your girlfriend to know?” Kitling tutted.
After a silent moment, Danann shook her head minutely.
Kitling tutted again and Niamh bristled.
The doctor ignored her. She knew she was safe from her Captain’s wrath as long as she kept synthesising the complex compound Danann had become dependent on.
“All right, let’s get you straight.” Kitling disappeared into a small lab. Danann could see her activate a series of machines through the open door.
“That’s not why I’m here.” Danann called after her. “I wanted to talk to you about your research.”
“Oh…?”
“The treatments you gave me to restore my memory…” Danann said, clasping her hands tightly on her lap, “I wanna know... is that treatment reversible?”
“What do you want to forget?”
“No, it’s not me. Sumner.”
Kitling emerged from the lab, a small vial in her right hand. She rolled it between her fingers and thumb as she approached Danann. Small bubbles danced within the clear liquid.
“Honeymoon over already? Did you say the wrong name in a moment of passion…?” the doctor teased, confident that Danann was only half listening now and that her attention was fixed on the serum - the venom, really - in the doctor’s grip.
“Can it be done, doc?” Niamh tensed.
“I’m afraid not. Nanoprobes are a blunt instrument. Building with precision is an easier task than destroying with delicacy. I could succeed in erasing what you want, but she could also lose the ability to speak, to feed herself… she could forget all those lovely, intimate skills I’m sure you’ve taken full advantage of since she got here.” Kitling laughed and snapped the vial into a hypospray casing. “Additionally, the mind has a nasty habit of repairing itself, too. You wouldn’t want her remembering what you’d forced her to forget, now would you?”
Danann lowered her head. The prospect wasn’t appealing, no.
“I had to ask.” She lowered herself off the biobed and brushed past Kitling.
It took all her strength to walk away.
“Forgetting something?” the doc said as Danann reached the exit.
She tensed.
“You can’t go cold turkey, you know. Your implants adapted and locked on to your personal biochemical make up. And this…” Kitling said, wiggling the hypospray in the air between the two women like she was offering a tasty fish to a trained seal, “is part of that chemistry...”
Danann clenched her jaw tight, turned and snatched the hypospray.
“We’ll get you clean when the time is right,” Kitling soothed. “Right now, recovery would take too long.”
The doctor nodded and turned back to her work, leaving Niamh with one parting shot. “So don’t miss a dose again, understood?”