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<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> There was a pause. One that he reconsidered that day on the bridge. Then finally, he spoke in a calm voice, his tone filled with conviction. <nowiki>::</nowiki> <br /><br />Greyson: No. As you said, knowing how something works can go a long way toward granting the sense of control I am seeking.<br /><br />Moonsong: <nowiki>::</nowiki> she smiled as she stood next to him <nowiki>::</nowiki> I think you’ll be fine, ensign. I can say you are fit for duty. It’ll take time, but I am confident you can handle the fear and eventually conquer it. I don’t see any reason for you to see me any further about this.<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> He gave a faint nod, and smiled softly at her. Part of him wanted to thank her with a touch, but instead, like a gentleman, he smiled faintly and forced words instead. <nowiki>::</nowiki> <br /><br />Greyson: Thank you, Counselor.<br /><br />Moonsong: <nowiki>::</nowiki> She found herself smiling back at him instinctively. He had such a nice smile <nowiki>::</nowiki> You’re welcome, Ensign Greyson. <nowiki>::</nowiki> with that she turned away and headed toward the turbolift. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> He followed her in. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br />(( Turbolift ))<br /><br />Greyson: Deck 9.<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> He wanted to head back to his quarters, think about the strange feelings she had awoken within him. He did still feel the anger, but there was something else he couldn’t explain. An unknown emotion to him. Attraction, maybe? <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> Raissa glanced at him from beneath her dark lashes. She was trying to get her wayward reactions under control. She reminded herself of the the first time she had talked to him in the lounge. He wanted to talk like people but that hadn’t lasted long. It was as if he couldn’t wait to get away from her. Like many, no doubt he felt all conversations were a counseling sessions and reacted accordingly. She thought about the professional ethics she had to adhere to. They weren’t just to protect the patients. But to protect the counselors from having their own emotions tromped on when the patient moved on. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> Greyson glanced up at the ceiling. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br />Greyson: Computer, halt turbolift. <nowiki>::</nowiki> He paused. Took a slow breath, and then spoke again as he met her gaze. His own eyes had softened slightly from the angry glare that he gave the console while they were on the bridge. <nowiki>::</nowiki> Our...last conversation, in Ten Forward...ended rather abruptly. This conversation about the console has helped, but...is it weird that you seem to have stirred another emotion in me besides the anger overcoming the fear at the console?<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> She was surprised that he halted the turbolift. And then doubly surprised at his words. She looked up at him, feeling warm color touch her face <nowiki>::</nowiki> | <br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> There was a pause. One that he reconsidered that day on the bridge. Then finally, he spoke in a calm voice, his tone filled with conviction. <nowiki>::</nowiki> <br /><br />Greyson: No. As you said, knowing how something works can go a long way toward granting the sense of control I am seeking.<br /><br />Moonsong: <nowiki>::</nowiki> she smiled as she stood next to him <nowiki>::</nowiki> I think you’ll be fine, ensign. I can say you are fit for duty. It’ll take time, but I am confident you can handle the fear and eventually conquer it. I don’t see any reason for you to see me any further about this.<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> He gave a faint nod, and smiled softly at her. Part of him wanted to thank her with a touch, but instead, like a gentleman, he smiled faintly and forced words instead. <nowiki>::</nowiki> <br /><br />Greyson: Thank you, Counselor.<br /><br />Moonsong: <nowiki>::</nowiki> She found herself smiling back at him instinctively. He had such a nice smile <nowiki>::</nowiki> You’re welcome, Ensign Greyson. <nowiki>::</nowiki> with that she turned away and headed toward the turbolift. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> He followed her in. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br />(( Turbolift ))<br /><br />Greyson: Deck 9.<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> He wanted to head back to his quarters, think about the strange feelings she had awoken within him. He did still feel the anger, but there was something else he couldn’t explain. An unknown emotion to him. Attraction, maybe? <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> Raissa glanced at him from beneath her dark lashes. She was trying to get her wayward reactions under control. She reminded herself of the the first time she had talked to him in the lounge. He wanted to talk like people but that hadn’t lasted long. It was as if he couldn’t wait to get away from her. Like many, no doubt he felt all conversations were a counseling sessions and reacted accordingly. She thought about the professional ethics she had to adhere to. They weren’t just to protect the patients. But to protect the counselors from having their own emotions tromped on when the patient moved on. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> Greyson glanced up at the ceiling. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br />Greyson: Computer, halt turbolift. <nowiki>::</nowiki> He paused. Took a slow breath, and then spoke again as he met her gaze. His own eyes had softened slightly from the angry glare that he gave the console while they were on the bridge. <nowiki>::</nowiki> Our...last conversation, in Ten Forward...ended rather abruptly. This conversation about the console has helped, but...is it weird that you seem to have stirred another emotion in me besides the anger overcoming the fear at the console?<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> She was surprised that he halted the turbolift. And then doubly surprised at his words. She looked up at him, feeling warm color touch her face <nowiki>::</nowiki> | ||
<br /><br />Moonsong: <nowiki>::</nowiki> she kept her tone neutral <nowiki>::</nowiki> Possibly gratitude. This is common and acceptable, Ensign. Don’t worry. That, like the fear, will pass as well.<br /><br />Greyson: <nowiki>::</nowiki> shaking his head <nowiki>::</nowiki> No, it’s...I can’t explain why it doesn’t… <nowiki>::</nowiki> He bit his lip, realizing he probably wasn’t making any sense. He took another breath and tried again. <nowiki>::</nowiki> It’s not gratitude. It’s a sense of attraction, I guess.<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> Raissa felt her face grow hot filling her face with a becoming color. She gripped her padd tightly with both hands as butterflies in her stomach proceeded to have a wild party. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br />Moonsong: Ah… thank you for the compliment, Ensign Greyson. I’m…. flattered. <nowiki>::</nowiki> and felt like an idiot for not seeing any of the signs. She was so busy trying to suppress her own attraction to him, she missed anything hint of interest from him. <nowiki>::</nowiki> I’m told… this can be a common occurrence between counselors and patients. Most of the time it fades when the sessions end and you spend more time with others.<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> Greyson’s eyes lit for a moment at the flattery remark, then he felt a rock hit his mood when she said it was a common effect. He sighed heavily and gave a faint nod. <nowiki>::</nowiki> <br /><br />Greyson: Computer, resume.<br /><br />Moonsong: <nowiki>::</nowiki> her voice was abrupt <nowiki>::</nowiki> Computer halt. <nowiki>::</nowiki> The turbolift had barely moved several feet. <nowiki>::</nowiki> Ensign, it is important that you understand what the situation is.. <br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> Raissa took a deep breath before she looked up to meet his eyes with her own. This was going to be a lot harder than she realized. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br />Moonsong: It has been my experience that people are often grateful to counselors for their help. And…. I know I’m not ugly…. All my focus… is on the patient and what they need. Everyone likes that. To be the focus of attention. To have someone to pay attention to what they think and feel. But it’s one-sided and it’s never returned. We learn fast to accept that because that’s not what a relationship is. <br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> She took a deep breath and let it out. This was so difficult. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br />Moonsong: If we don’t learn the rule…. we’re no good as counselors. < | <br /><br />Moonsong: <nowiki>::</nowiki> she kept her tone neutral <nowiki>::</nowiki> Possibly gratitude. This is common and acceptable, Ensign. Don’t worry. That, like the fear, will pass as well.<br /><br />Greyson: <nowiki>::</nowiki> shaking his head <nowiki>::</nowiki> No, it’s...I can’t explain why it doesn’t… <nowiki>::</nowiki> He bit his lip, realizing he probably wasn’t making any sense. He took another breath and tried again. <nowiki>::</nowiki> It’s not gratitude. It’s a sense of attraction, I guess.<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> Raissa felt her face grow hot filling her face with a becoming color. She gripped her padd tightly with both hands as butterflies in her stomach proceeded to have a wild party. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br />Moonsong: Ah… thank you for the compliment, Ensign Greyson. I’m…. flattered. <nowiki>::</nowiki> and felt like an idiot for not seeing any of the signs. She was so busy trying to suppress her own attraction to him, she missed anything hint of interest from him. <nowiki>::</nowiki> I’m told… this can be a common occurrence between counselors and patients. Most of the time it fades when the sessions end and you spend more time with others.<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> Greyson’s eyes lit for a moment at the flattery remark, then he felt a rock hit his mood when she said it was a common effect. He sighed heavily and gave a faint nod. <nowiki>::</nowiki> <br /><br />Greyson: Computer, resume.<br /><br />Moonsong: <nowiki>::</nowiki> her voice was abrupt <nowiki>::</nowiki> Computer halt. <nowiki>::</nowiki> The turbolift had barely moved several feet. <nowiki>::</nowiki> Ensign, it is important that you understand what the situation is.. <br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> Raissa took a deep breath before she looked up to meet his eyes with her own. This was going to be a lot harder than she realized. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br />Moonsong: It has been my experience that people are often grateful to counselors for their help. And…. I know I’m not ugly…. All my focus… is on the patient and what they need. Everyone likes that. To be the focus of attention. To have someone to pay attention to what they think and feel. But it’s one-sided and it’s never returned. We learn fast to accept that because that’s not what a relationship is. <br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> She took a deep breath and let it out. This was so difficult. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br />Moonsong: If we don’t learn the rule…. we’re no good as counselors. <nowiki>::</nowiki> she shook her head slightly <nowiki>::</nowiki> If you recall the last time we spoke, you couldn’t seem to get away from me fast enough.<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> He tried to wrap his mind around what was being said. The thought that he was in love seemed so...real, or strange. He didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was gratitude and transference. It didn’t matter -- he felt the same way about Chythar. And it was bothering him. He didn’t know how to explain it, and it would probably make things worse if he did. Yet, she was a counselor who could probably help him through it. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br />Greyson: Last time, I wanted to keep the conversation going but you didn’t seem to want to until after you reviewed my file. <nowiki>::</nowiki> Beat. <nowiki>::</nowiki> Okay, so let’s assume for the moment I’m not in love with you; and that this is all just transference and hero-worship. I have the same feelings towards Chythar, because he saved my life. When I spoke with N-- <nowiki>::</nowiki> Beat. oO Correct yourself, derpy. Oo <nowiki>::</nowiki> Commander Calderan, I let my feelings for him slip out into the conversation. She advised me to be direct and ask about Cross; his former...um...interest, I guess...of a different ship. Am I experiencing transference towards you both? Gratitude that masquerades as love at first sight?<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> Raissa looked away, her professional facade slipping a little. First he shocked her by using the word love. They hardly knew each other. More precisely, he knew absolutely nothing about her. Her heart sank as he went on to say he felt the same way about Skyfire. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br />Moonsong: <nowiki>::</nowiki> She took a deep breath and let it out. She set her gaze firmly on the wall next to him. <nowiki>::</nowiki> The fact that you feel the same way about Dr. Skyfire, that we both… helped you in some way… oO Try to make sense. Oo. I… I don’t know what love is. ::she let out a shaky breath struggling for words. She couldn’t ignore that it hurt a little <nowiki>::</nowiki> But this isn’t about me. It’s about you and how you feel. Have you talked to Dr. Skyfire? You may be able to resolve what you are… experiencing once you’ve done so.<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> He shook his head. He had only come to the conclusion his feelings toward CD was possibly something more than hero worship during the mission, during his “babysitting” of Dr. Rahman. Then again, while they were on the bridge just now...he wasn’t thinking about CD. He was thinking about Moonsong’s apparent nervousness while she sat alongside the captain as she tried to hide it from everyone during the mission. <nowiki>::</nowiki> <br /><br />Greyson: Negative. Only reached the conclusion while everyone was on the away mission. Haven’t had much of a chance to talk to him since they got back.<br /><br />Moonsong: Th-then I would advise you, as your counselor, to talk to him. The longer you avoid it, the longer you’ll have to deal with unresolved issues with him. See how he feels. You might be lucky and he shares your… regard.<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> Carter’s brow furrowed once more, this time in genuine confusion. He honestly didn’t know how to approach the question with his roommate savior. And he was so baffled he stood there in silence as he thought about her words. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br />Moonsong: When in doubt…. just tell him how you feel. oO Great. Time to spew cliches.Oo<br /><br />Greyson: <nowiki>::</nowiki> nodded faintly <nowiki>::</nowiki> Alright…<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> Raissa looked up at him. For a insane instant she considered leaning up to kiss him. Her face heated at the thought and the butterflies were having a hoedown. She swallowed hard. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br />Moonsong: I’m… I’m glad I was able to help.<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> He felt the silence, closing his eyes as he let himself envision what life would be like if she wasn’t his counselor. He saw her blushing, and he wanted to act on it. oO She is cute when she blushes. Oo <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br />Greyson: No problem...shall we resume?<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> Raissa’s face flushed as she looked away from him. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br />oO Damnit get a grip, girl. It’s not you he wants. O.<br /><br />Moonsong: Of course. Computer… resume.<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> It was only a matter of moments before the lift doors opened on Deck 9. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br />Moonsong: Good luck, Ensign.<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> He nodded faintly as the doors slid open. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br />Greyson: Thanks. I’m going to need it.<br /><br /><nowiki>::</nowiki> He gave her one last smile, then headed towards his quarters. He felt like he didn’t have many choices. He felt like he had to talk to CD, and knew that was going to be like a bad trip to the dentist. Due to the uncertainty, he didn’t know what to expect from his feelings. Let alone what the heck he was going to say to the good doctor. <nowiki>::</nowiki><br /><br /><nowiki>===</nowiki><br />Ensign Carter Greyson (PNPC)<br>Tactical Officer/Engineering Requestee<br>USS Garuda NCC 73809<br>Simmed by: Lieutenant JG Skyfire<br /><br>& <br>Ensign Raissa Moonsong<br>Counselor<br>USS Garuda NCC 73809 | ||
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