SIM:Lael Rosek - I'm Sorry (Gorkon): Difference between revisions

<nowiki>::She hurried through the terminal, her heart racing. Thank God the flight had landed early. This whole mess was killing her. She grabbed her duffel from the luggage carousel and rushed outside, flagging down a hovercar. She slid inside and closed the door.::<nowiki>

<nowiki>::The driver nodded, merging into traffic.::<nowiki>

<nowiki>::Jansen settled behind the desk in the tiny room he had been assigned and drank deeply from the mug that he held tightly in his hands. He needed to find his center and get ready for his appointment soon with ensign Tyan.::

<nowiki>::She entered the lobby, determination in her stride. She’d fix this. She had to fix this.::<nowiki>

<nowiki>::She turned abruptly to see the man pursuing her. She halted.::<nowiki>

<nowiki>::Lael grunted in frustration and fumbled to produce her Starfleet ID badge. Her frustration mounted as the Security Officer took his time inspecting it before handing it back to her.::<nowiki>

<nowiki>::She didn’t answer, taking off at a sprint for the turbolift, jamming her thumb against the key rapidly until at last the doors opened with excruciating slowness. She stepped inside and barked.::<nowiki>

<nowiki>::The computer chirped and began its slow journey toward its destination. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall inhaling and exhaling several deep, calming breaths.::<nowiki>

<nowiki>::Jansen rubbed his face. He had once more weathered his storm and settled tiredly in his chair, now it was time to eat and regain what strength he had given up as his body tried to devour itself. So he made his way shakily to the replicator and started looking for something to eat.::<nowiki>

<nowiki>::She nearly tripped in her haste as she struggled with the forearm crutches and the duffel. At last, she found his office and jammed her thumb against the door chime impatiently.::<nowiki>

<nowiki>::Jansen chuckled at the chiming door, of course someone wanted something he was two seconds away from cutting into a nice juicy steak with a over filled twice baked potato beside it. So sitting his utensils down he stood up and made his way around to the door opening it.::<nowiki>

<nowiki>::She dropped the duffel and her crutches, throwing her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips to his in passionate yet tender kisses, laughing a little as the two stumbled back, colliding with the wall, knocking things over on their way. Tears streamed down her face as she pulled back to catch her breath.::<nowiki>

<nowiki>::Jansen gave her a funny look for a moment and moved back to the replicator ordering a second version of his dinner but changing the steak and toppings of the potato to suit Lael’s tastes turning and sitting it in front of her.::<nowiki>

<nowiki>::He ordered her a root beer float and sat it in front for her as well.::<nowiki>

<nowiki>::She shoved the plate aside, rising to grasp his face in her hands, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.::<nowiki>