Bashful Introductions (Back Post)

Posted on Tue Mar 5th, 2024 @ 2:09pm by Lieutenant Commander Frasier Greene & Lieutenant Scott Jones

1,645 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Home Sweet Home
Location: USS Intrepid - Sickbay
Timeline: MD1 1100

It was time, after checking in with his senior officers, and having a look around his department, to report to medical, both physical and mental. Scott wasn't one for waiting around, nor about being too shy about submitting to any kind of exam, his refusal only kept him grounded for longer.

As it was technically his off-hours, Scott swung by after his morning gym session in the hopes it would score him some extra medical bonus points for keeping himself active. Walking into the rather impressive medical facility he stood rather awkwardly by the door and called out, "Is anyone here? I'm hoping to get my onboarding medical out of the way before things get busy."

In the privacy of his office adjacent to main sickbay Doctor Frasier Greene snapped his head up from his studies to the sound of a voice and moved to investigate.

Having only caught a snippet of the inquiry having been engrossed the medical journal Frasier had expected to see another young fresh faced junior reporting in like the previous wave, however his expectation wasn't on point.

The officer before him was young faced but certainly not fresh. It was shimmering with sweat along with the rest of the athletic frame having presumably come straight from the gym. "Can I help you?" he asked politely moving closer to greet the unfamiliar face.

A man walked into Scott's vision, a rather handsome one, "Has everyone on this ship been chosen also on looks?' he questioned to himself. Standing that little bit taller, he replied, "Scott Jones, the new Group Commander for the ship. I hope you don't mind the intrusion, but I wanted to check in and possibly arrange a time to get my on boarding physical scheduled, or even better, carried out before I get too busy and forget. New ship, a lot to do to get yourself established and knowing myself, it would be something that skips my mind. Last thing I want is an angry medical staff hunting me down with a scanner," he joked and gave a small laugh.

"You'd better stay on the good side of Gocx," Frasier chuckled. "Our resident Klingon medic, more of a gentle giant to be honest, but let's not push our luck shall we?"

"Noted," Scott replied with a chuckle.

"I'm Frasier Greene the CMO," he introduced himself realising he'd not done that part yet. "Let's get these checks underway so not to keep you any longer. Please come this way."

"Gladly Doctor, and I really do appreciate you taking the time out to get this done so quickly," he followed him and hopped up on one of the biobeds.

"Forgive my ignorance Scott, what's your role as Group Commander?" Frasier asked starting the scans then reached for a tricorder. "I'm not familiar with the title, I spent many years as a civilian Doctor before enlisting."

"The ship is equipped with some fighters, more akin to attack shuttles which are split up into different groups known as wings. I would be the new person responsible for all those craft and their pilots," it was one of the first times he had said it out loud and he was doing his best to become accustomed to the weight that now came with that.

"I see," the Doctor nodded beginning to understand Jones' role. "How many pilots will we have?"

"Right now it looks as if there is a capacity for 24 pilots including myself to be assigned to the Intrepid. How many of them are here, reporting in within the next few days or will join us further down the line... I can't say. At least on my part it's going to be a lot of initiations after I get myself oriented and get things up and running," Scott replied, growing expectant of the coming scans.

"Sounds rather challenging," Frasier replied making some slight adjustments to his tricorder. "How will they'll medical needs be taken care of? Is that in house, or something I need to oversee?"

"I believe all of our care will be in your very capable hands Doctor," Scott said smiling, studying the man's face on how that news would be received, "and going on your bedside manner and ease of taking me, I would say there would be nothing to worry about." He leaned back a little, putting his hands behind him to brace himself while still sitting up on the bed.

Frasier's eyebrow arched at the news of having additional person to care of, though with Gocx and Alexander-Harrington onboard an extra twenty four persons to care for won't be an issue.

The compliment caught him off guard slightly causing him to paused momentarily: "Like I said before this I was a civilian doctor, a few extra patients won't be an issue, a little more forewarning would have been nice but that's no slur on your behalf."

Scott still sat expectantly, waiting for the scans to begin, he was enjoying the chat for sure, but itching to get cleared so he could go jump in a cockpit and fly, "I apologize on someone's behalf for the additional workload," he began. "Although, I am sure you have a talented staff on hand to offload some of the additional workload. Maybe keep a few select pilots for yourself?" Scott playfully teased.

"We're manage," Frasier shrugged brushing over the man's playful tone and nudged the bio bed into life to begin the initial scans. Satisfied with the early diagnoses he begun to scan the pilot's body with his handheld device.

"But you say a civilian doctor before?" Scott perked up and raised an eyebrow, "Not often you get someone transferring into Starfleet, I have heard of plenty of people transferring out however."

"I still had to start from scratch," Frasier confessed. "Was... enlightening being the eldest among the recruits."

"How long have you been out of the Academy then?" Scott asked, "I wonder if we could have been there at the same time, and, if there are any apologies I have to make," he laughed a little awkwardly, "Let's just say I earned a bit of a reputation in certain circles, especially if you frequented certain bars off hours or on weekends."

Frasier chuckled at the comments; "There's always one who pushes the boundaries. I bet you were popular with the ladies?"

Scott gave an awkward laugh and smile, "No, not them," he scratched the back of his head, "The gentlemen on the other hand, yes. Well, it would be a push to call most of them gentlemen actually."

"I see," the Doctor responded his eyes pausing briefly upon Scott before focusing on the medical data he was receiving. Was the younger man embarrassed or ashamed of himself Frasier thought as appeared a little self conscious by his question. "Nothing too dramatic I hope?" Frasier added off headedly.

"Oh don't worry about it," Scott shrugged off.

Sensing he was digging himself either a deep chasm or early grave Frasier sighed and slide closed the tricorder feeling distinctly flustered. "What I mean is - " he paused licking his dry lips before taking the plunge.: "What I'm trying to say is we have a wide variety of crew on board, Doctor Morgan and Counsellor Campbell in particular who would be happy to listen should you want to talk about anything, or having difficulties settling in."

"I know Counselling is a must, so I will check in there soon," Scott replied before going on to explain himself sensing some confusion or even just a change in the energy, "What I mean is, back in Academy days I used to work out of hours at one of the local bars that also catered to a wider variety," copying the doctor's words to try some reassurance, "and to this day I am still waiting on it to come back and bite me on the ass. More because of some high-level admirals who used to slap me on mine. It was fun, it helped curve some of my more party, fun-loving tendencies but in a more productive way."

"Oh," Frasier exhaled feeling that once again he'd misunderstood the scenario and blundered in like a rhino on steroids. Feeling his cheeks colour the Doctor turned away feinting to look busy to collect himself before making another blunder. Maybe he's the one whom should be speaking to Morgan and Campbell to lay to rest his awkward behaviour in these situations.

"To be young and foolish, eh?" Frasier returned with a shallow smile. "Feels like a lifetime ago to me. Anyway," he switched off the bio and in turn his demeanour becoming professionally chilly. "Everything appears to be in order Lieutenant, unless you have any further questions or concerns?"

"Who says being foolish has to remain with the young though?" Scott winked, putting on a touch of flirt and charm before their interaction came to an end...for now. "But I believe I have no other questions or concerns, at least for medical," he hopped off the bed, starting to feel the delayed onset muscle soreness setting in on the areas he worked out before coming in, "I wouldn't want to take up any more of your time unnecessarily for small talk and playful banter. That could be saved for another time."

"We're shortly be arriving at Kaitos where the Captain has approved shore leave for the crew," Frasier explained. "I'm sure we're cross paths again soon."

"I hope and look forward that we do," Scott replied, maintaining warmth and openness. As he left, rounding the corner, he let out a little sigh, "You are going to need to keep your head together here Scott, don't go rushing in like a bull in a china shop on this ship."


Lieutenant Scott Jones
Group Commander
USS Intrepid

Lieutenant Commander
Frasier Greene
CMO
USS Intrepid

 

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