Day 3
Day three was interesting because Finley wasn't the one who got caught in the assassination attempt.
Someone had rigged one of the two elevators closest to the Command Deck to malfunction, locking the occupant inside, then took control and tried to drop it with enough speed to seriously injure whoever was inside.
Unfortunately, it wasn't Finley that had gotten stuck, she'd changed her route last minute to swing by Evan's office and ended up using a different elevator.
Instead, some poor ensign with a similar height and build had been trapped and had to endure an hour of the elevator yo-yoing before another tech had realized what was happening and taken control of the elevator back and freed her.
Russo hadn't even had to track down who it was, because it turned out the ensign who'd gotten stuck knew exactly who'd done it and they had to physically restrain her to save his life.
Not until after she'd given him the beating of a lifetime and puked all over him but at least he was still alive.
Finley and Russo had played dumb about the true motivation and let the assumption that the idiot had been playing a prank that got out of hand.
Russo had still flagged both of them in system, because the Ensign had known who was responsible, which meant she'd probably known he was planning something ahead of time.
Either way, they'd both be out of commission for a few days.
Escorting them both to medical had at least given Evan an excuse to visit Dark & Stormy.
He'd ignored both Finley and Russo's snickering as he dragged them away, muttering that "He's probably not even on shift."
Except he was and Evan tripped over his own feet in the doorway when he saw him.
Thankfully, Dark & Stormy looked more amused than anything else. "You okay?"
"Um, yeah, I'm good. Sorry."
"For what?"
"Uh, nothing? I guess."
They lapsed into an awkward silence until the assassin, Ensign Sing, moaned. "I think I'm going to puke."
"Good. I hope it hurts, asshole!" Ensign Mbabane snapped, and Evan had to hold her back from going at Sing again.
"It's been a very exciting morning." Evan sighed and managed to force Mbabane into a bed.
"I see that. What the hell happened?" Dark & Stormy lifted Sing into another, leaving an empty bed between them.
"He trapped her in an elevator."
"What?"
"And then turned it into a theme park ride."
"What the fuck?" Dark and Stormy turned to Sing. "What were you thinking?"
Sing groaned, his face had started to swell and change color during the walk to the medical clinic and he was starting to look like a bloated grape.
Ensign Mbabane on the other hand look pale despite her dark skin and her eyes were red and watery. She could stand up on her own on the walk, leaning heavily on Evan. The elevator ride had left her seasick, nauseous and off-balance, and bruised, but thankfully not as bad as it could have been in the elevator's safety system hadn't fought Sing's attempts to re-program it and slowed it automatically.
She probably had a minor concussion, but at least it wasn't a skull fracture.
They'd both be in the clinic for a day or two and then probably be recovering off duty until they reached Walker Hospital.
Evan felt kind of bad for Mbabane, but how much depended on how much she knew about Sing's plans and if she'd been in on them at all.
He didn't feel bad for Sing at all.
"Why the hell would you fuck with the elevator?" Dark and Stormy was checking Mbabane's pupils, so he missed the panicked look that came to Sing's eyes at the question.
God, the kid was so easy to read.
Young and angry and gullible and someone had talked him into doing something he probably didn't even stop to think about.
Evan didn't think he'd try anything else, not without someone else approaching him again and it was unlikely Mbabane would try anything after falling victim to this attempt.
Dark and Stormy was frowning.
Was he putting the pieces together? It was hard for things to malfunction on a ship without help and a prank like taking control of an elevator was a bit above and beyond.
"Because he's an idiot!" Mbabane snarled and then winced in pain.
"Stay still. You have a concussion." Dark and Stormy ran a scanner over her. "Minor, but you should stay for observation just in case."
She didn't look pleased. "My head is killing me."
Dark and Stormy sighed, and Evan had to fight down a smile, he looked so put out. "Yes, that would be the concussion."
"My head hurts too." Sing whined.
"I'm going to kill you." Mbabane snarled.
Sing whimpered, but neither Evan nor Dark and Stormy looked remotely sympathetic.
Dark and Stormy pulled out a needle gun, fiddled with the setting, and then gave neither of them a warning as he gave them both a shot and ignored both of them yelping in pained surprise.
The needle guns were one of the most efficient developments of modern medicine, but the designer had definitely not considered patient comfort in the design.
It felt like getting punched, but just for a brief second and the needle was self-sanitizing every time it retreated back into the gun, so it saved ALOT of money.
Dark and Stormy looked kind of sexy wielding it like an actual gun. He was dressed in a simple medical uniform; the scrubs they wore on clinical duty were made of a rayon and synthetic cotton that was meant to absorb anything that spilled on them while minimizing its spread to anything else.
The top certainly hugged Dark and Stormy's chest and arms in a great way and Evan ended up so distracted Dark and Stormy pulled him out into the hallway before he realized it.
"Stop staring at my chest."
Evan's eyes snapped upwards. "I wasn't."
Dark and Stormy didn't look convinced.
"I was staring at your arms."
"Fine. Stop staring at my arms."
"Right. Sorry."
"You that wasn't a prank, right?"
"Oh, yeah. Tracking. It's being handled."
"Good. Go away."
"Yes, doctor!" Evan gave him a jaunty salute and felt a burst of pride when Dark and Stormy couldn't help but smile as he stomped back into the clinic.
~ tbc