The Last Date
Posted on Wed Apr 8th, 2015 @ 8:24pm by Commander William Carver M.D.
Edited on on Wed Apr 8th, 2015 @ 8:26pm
Mission:
The Night Cries
Location: Collins Street, Pike City, Cestus III
Timeline: MD00: 2200hrs
Well, that had been an interesting date. Sure, it had started off well enough, but the end had taken a bit of an interesting turn.
It was far from the best date of Will Carver's life. That would had to have been that time in med school when he went out with Juliet Andrews. Now she was quite a woman. Even Will had been a bit timid about taking her out to dinner and a night on the town, but once he got over the fact that she was one of his instructors, and the fact that she was married, it was quite the enjoyable evening.
Well, maybe that hadn't really been the best date of his life, but it was certainly up there. But that night with Dr. Andrews hadn't ended with a door slammed in his face. No, he had plenty of nights like those, far more than he would care to admit.
Tonight's debacle started out promisingly enough. Since it was his last night as a free man before falling into the clutches of the Black Widow herself, he had intended on making sure that he enjoyed himself. His lovely target for the evening was a local, a waitress ten years his junior that Will had been chatting up the last several nights. She was a pretty girl, though maybe a bit homely. Her blonde hair had been neatly pulled back into a ponytail while she was at work, but she let it down for their date. For the few days leading up to tonight, he had regaled her with stories of his illustrious Starfleet career. He told about his miraculous life saving surgeries, the countless diseases that he had discovered and cured within a day's time. Even the story about the time the USS Richmond was infested with Rigellian fleas.
Some of those stories were even true, especially the one about the fleas. That was where he met Elsa Gunning. He was just a young doctor, barely out of the academy. She was ten years his elder, but had her reputation not preceded her, that wouldn't have kept him from making a pass at her. It was her last posting before taking command of the Pilgrim, and she was finishing her tour of duty as the Richmond's executive officer. Somehow a couple members of the crew had managed to smuggle aboard a pet that had a nasty infestation. The little insects were spreading all over the ship. By the time they had limped into drydock, half the crew was itching all over. Carver thought it was hilarious. Gunning, however, was not amused. As a member of the starbase medical staff, he had the distinction of being one of a number of doctors inoculating the crew against whatever viruses the little critters may have been carrying. Though the way he told the story, he single handily saved the ship.
The waitress, Sally, or was it Sarah, swallowed up his stories hook line and sinker. He laid the charm on thick, pulling out all of his best moves. She relented and agreed to go out on a date. They had a nice time with dinner, then had a few drinks, and finally made their way back to her place. That was where things got complicated. In his defense, she should have warned him that she had a sister, and most importantly she should have told him that she was a twin. No way he could have been to blame for trying to kiss the sister, whatever her name was. But that was a minor misunderstanding, and one that he could have easily talked his way out of. No, what ruined the date was all his fault. He got greedy. His last night in civilization before heading off on a five year mission, and he couldn't settle for just one girl.
As Will made his way back to the hotel on foot, he massaged his left cheek. He still hadn't decided if he would have preferred getting slapped on both cheeks, or just the one side. It turned out that the twins preferred the same side. Even his jaw ached after that one. He glanced over at a nearby clock, one of many near the entrance to Shepard Park. It was only 2200 hours. There was still plenty of time for a drink before he had to report for duty. And if he was lucky, he might just get to salvage the night after all.
Commander William Carver
Chief Surgeon
USS Farragut
