Unlikely probabilities ... Damn.

Posted on Mon Feb 14th, 2022 @ 10:36am by Lieutenant Chadrick McNier

647 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Mission 0 - Pre-Sigma Iotia II
Location: McNier Quarters.
Timeline: Time alone.

ON

McNier came into his own quarters; the door could not close fast enough, striding over to the desk chair he flopped down into it with an air of exasperation; maybe even the first hints of something else?

Reaching for the framed picture he gazed into the image. The auburn hair surrounding the circular face with high cheeks looking back at him with that warmth he only got from... Dorthy; who preferred Dottie, smiled as she always did.

"How am I doing today you ask..." McNier could hear the melodious tone of Dottie with her Southerner Twang in it. "I have had better times... better conclusions... better potential now lost..."

'You'all know it will be Ah'll Wright..." she often cooed to him as she put arms around his neck. "AH can help with that yew know..." She would lean in and ...

"How will I know when to laugh at a joke..." He asked the memories. "Or know when I am rambling..." Feeling his chest tighten as the memory of her pressed so close always relaxed him. "Or those Dreaded 'Rule of Social Graces' you spewed?"

Recalling the numerous times Dottie tried to put a new 'Social Concept' into his Brain Bank with hopes he might actually process and use it. He had so often rolled his eyes ; gave her a grin that was not fully felt by him, and a platitude about following them in the future.

He would love to hear her tell him all those rules about now.

"I-I know I said for you to find someone if I were ever 'Lost..." He said with closed and stinging eyes. "I was just being practical... I don't want you to have to find someone else.... I want to be there for ..." He really faced his thought. "Me..." He had to admit it to himself. "I need you to put the Scince Guy out for a bit and..." He gently caress her image.

It was NOT going to help looking at her 'Image' she could not hear him nor could she ever hope of seeing him again. McNier knew the Solar Winds, the outward push of the winds in an expanding universe, the degradation of particles the farther out from the Galactic Center .

The distance reading was conclusive, if the theory of the expansion speed and the Sensory reading are true; they are a STINKING LONG WAY from home.

SOmetimes beig on a mission patrol from Dottie came to seem like he would never see her; he knew better then, and those feelings would start to take root and build, then he saw Dottie at the Space Port waiting.

She was never going to be there again.

His arm cocked back to throw the image into a bulkhead; but that was not going to get rid of the thought, he rose from the chair and stomped over to the disposal unit and with his left hand open the slot, but his right hand could not put Dottie there.

Closing the unit he stood and dumbly glanced about wondering what to do?

Going to the closet he found his locker and opened it, dug through to the bottom corer and shoved her picture face down ; covered it and then closed the Foot Locker Kicked it to slide several millimeters to the wall and slam his closet firmly.
Turning he noted the time on his body clock; set to the Computer's Ship time and started for the exit.

"Have a Damned Nice life Dottie..." HE growled as he approach the door. "All the happiness in the universe..." He did not mean the words .

He had a dinner to go to and a face to pt on.

Science Officer McNier; new XO of the Horizon's mask is in place as he head for a Dinner he did not want to attend.

To have some Damned fun.

Not bloody likely.

End

 

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