Star Trek: Starbase 777 - lt-jgs-canalis﹢horowitz

She walked inside, noticing how plain her room was. She placed her cat’s litter box in the bathroom and her food bowls by the door, and let the cat out of her carrier. “Theia, come check out our new home!” she said. A white Persian cat stepped out of the carrier and started to walk around.

Hey, Hal. You free to hang out in the mess hall for dinner? Dress comfy. ~Nia

A message appeared on Halcyon's console.

From: Starbase Operations To: Lt. JG. Halcyon Horowitz Subject: Scavenger hunt Lieutenant, Please see attached one final treasure from your adventure on the holodeck. Sincerely, - Starbase Operations [Attachment: scavenger_hunt_photos]

Attached to the message was a collection of holophotos automatically taken from various locations during the scavenger hunt, similar to ride photos on a rollercoaster. There was one from each key moment during their adventure, showing the best moments off. Each photo was angled to capture everyone involved so no one was left out, and they were all perfectly timed to show the happiest moments the group experienced.

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Dear Lt. JG. Halcyon Horowitz, Starfleet Intelligence requests your presence on a classified mission. You are to be assigned to the USS @deleted-role to man the bridge’s Medical station or to man the ship’s medical bay when required. A full briefing as to the nature of the mission will take place once the ship has departed. Eventide is to depart on stardate 89728.71 – the 23rd of September 2412 at 1700 hours. Please be aboard the vessel for this time. It is predicted that this mission shall last approximately three days including the time taken for travel. A full communications blackout will be in place during this time: there will be no communication with Starbase 777 or any other outside sources. Please do not inform anyone else as to the details of this journey. We hope you understand, and we thank you for your compliance. Yours, Starfleet Intelligence.

Hal was draped across her couch. She felt horrible, but she had just come back from her shift and didn’t want to leave her quarters. She thought she was getting a bit sick. But her skinny ass wasn’t getting off the couch anytime soon.

[Comms]"Hi, Hal, sweetie! You free tonight?"

Hal groaned, and dragged herself to the comms. Her voice was tired and a bit raspy. [COMMS] “Hi. You can come over if you want.”

[Comms] "I'll be there! And god, Hal, you sound awful. Are you alright? Do you need me to bring a nurse along or something?"

[COMMS] “I’m fine. It’s probably a cold.”

[Comms]"Well, okay! If you say so!" The comms cut there. Hal's doorbell rang very shortly afterwards.

“Come in!” She said, opening her eyes. Her glasses were somewhere on the floor, so she was as blind as a bat at the moment.

Niatha bustled through the door with a basket in hand, which she dropped by the door before beelining for Hal on the couch and settling down next to her. "Hal! God, you look awful. What's wrong? Do you need anything?"

“I’ve got a killer headache, plus your run of the mill cold. Can you grab my glasses, they’ve gotta be somewhere around here. You’ll know them when you see them, the frames are really thick.” She said. Her face was pale, but her blue eyes were still vivid as ever.

The glasses were easy enough to spot. She snatched them up off the floor and gently slotted them onto her girlfriend's face before cuddling up in her waist, burying her nose in the warmth of her neck. "I wish I knew how to treat you. But you're the doctor in the room aren't you?" She mumbled.

“Yep, that’s me… pathologist extraordinaire. I’ll be fine in a few days. Miserable, but fine.” Hal was even more of a furnace today. A dramatic human furnace, that’s Hal. Still, she shivered a bit.

Niatha made a hum, lips still pressed to her neck. "A few days. Have you called in sick with sickbay yet?"

“I’ll do it tomorrow. See if I’m not better enough to work in the morning. I work alone in a lab anyway, it’s not like I’d be contaminating patients.” Hal hugged Niatha. She hoped their physiologies were different enough for her cold to not cross over to Nia.

Even if she had contracted Hal's cold, she wouldn't have cared. Her being here to support Hal was more important to her. "No, you'll get yourself checked out tomorrow. I'll drag you to sickbay if I need to." She declared. "Go it?"

She groaned, slightly leaning on Nia. Really? Come on, she had to work. “I love you, but I’ll be fine in the morning.”

"I stand by my point. We'll see how you feel, and then we'll go if we need to." She placed a hand on her cheek while staring into her bright blue eyes. "I brought food. Hungry?"

“I’m starving. What do you have?” She asked. Her stomach growled as if on cue. It wasn’t, it was just really good timing.

"A few sandwiches, flask of hot chocolate. Nothing too heavy." She picked up the basket that sat on the floor by her feet and flipped it open to let the tantalizing smell of the contents within waft out. "I think there's ham and cheese in here and pulled pork... or something...'

She took one of the sandwiches. She took a bite and swallowed before speaking. “These are pretty good. I can even taste them, nice.”

She offered a warm smile and a hug - she'd likely have kissed her too if her mouth wasn't full of warm, toasty bread and Spam. Mmm. Delicious. "That probably means your cold isn't that bad. Colds make you lose your sense of taste because they weaken your sense of smell, right?"

“Yes, they do. They also make you feel like absolute shit when you should be analyzing tissue samples.” She had a bunch of lung tissue samples to study! Oh, why had this cold struck her right now!

"Well, yeah." She swallowed a bite and sighed before melting a bit into the sofa. "I've been trying to find out who my father was.' She mumbled. "Can't turn up anything."

“That sucks. If there’s something I could do to help, let me know.” She knew all of her family. Her cousins, aunt and uncle, her parents and grandparents. Speaking of, she’d have to pay a visit to Deneva sometime to visit them all.

"Not unless you know someone who can trace my DNA for me?" She asked.

“Don’t they have those DNA test things? Or do they only work for humans.” She was a bit too tired to think at the moment. She took another bite of sandwich and wondered if she’d feel better if she slept.

"I... don't know." She shrugged. "I've never tried. Think sickbay could do it for me?"

“Probably? I don’t work with genetics or anything. I just study diseases and do autopsies.” And she could be one hell of a forensic scientist. Not that she wanted to be needed as a forensic scientist. That would mean that someone got murdered.

"Well, do you know anyone who does?" She asked. "I've always found it a bit odd that my mothers refused to discuss my father at all."

“No, I don’t. Maybe you could put in a request at Sickbay? Since you want to drag me there anyway.” She rested her head on Nia’s chest, before jerking away to stifle a sneeze, barely avoiding hitting Nia as she did.

Niatha let out a 'yeep' as Hal's hand just barely missed slapping her straight across the face. "Geez, Hal..." Laughing she patted the top of her head and let her rest atop her chest. "You see why I think you need a sickbay trip now?"

She groaned, closing her eyes for good measure. She didn’t like being the patient. She was the doctor, damn it.

"Don't worry." She patted her head. "We'll sort you out soon enough, and you can go back to work whenever. Sound fair, love?"

“I’m the doctor.. damn it.. not a patient..” After that rousing speech, Hal drifted off to sleep on top of Nia. Hal was light enough to be lifted if Nia wanted. The human furnace was peacefully asleep.

Sighing Niatha carried her girlfriend off to her bed, laid her down and cuddled up next to her, head in her shoulder. Sure enough, she herself soon drifted off to peaceful slumber. Aww.