Stardate:70625.1845
Title: R&R
Author:RJ Gilmore
Scene: Various
Time: Following As Blue/Part Three
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As soon as the medal ceremony ended Captain Gilmore slipped away from the crowd and back into the service hallway. He hated to admit it but the doctor had been right. He could not have walked all the way down from Sickbay without getting winded.
His body was still adjusting to the new ticker and he was going to have to give it a little time to catch up. He sat back down in the wheelchair and hooked the handle of his cane over the arm rest. He looked around for the CMO. Where did she get to? He wanted to get out of here before anyone saw that he still had a ways to go in his recovery.
He didn't realize he was being followed until he heard a female voice. "Can I give you a lift, Captain?"
He looked up. Zanh Liis towered over him. Without waiting for him to answer she disengaged the brakes and started pushing his chair forward.
"Where to, Sickbay or quarters?" she asked.
"Quarters. McBrayne warned me that she has a nurse waiting. To ensure I showed up as soon as I was done here. She was planning to take me back herself to be certain."
"She was on her way. I asked her if I could accompany you instead. So we could chat." Zanh she pushed the chair into the turbolift. "It meant a lot to the crew, Sir. Having you there today."
"Glad I could be there."
"Me too." Zanh shook her head and leaned down to whisper to him. "You know Captain, you scared the living hell out of me."
Gilmore ignored her comment and went on to another subject. "I spoke to Admiral Kelly this morning."
"I'm ready to relinquish command as soon as you give the word."
"In such a hurry to ditch the responsibility?" He grumbled.
"Not at all, but I'm not getting too comfortable in your chair, either. This is your ship after all."
"Indeed."
Zanh made short work of the trip back to deck eight and soon pushed him through the doors to his quarters. His nurse was waiting for him there as expected.
"Mr. Logan." Gilmore nodded to the man.
"Good afternoon, Captain. Let's get you settled in." Logan moved toward him and offered a hand up. Gilmore reluctantly accepted it, as well as one from Zanh on the other side to help him out of the chair. They turned him toward the bedroom but he pointed to the living room.
"Couch. I have reports to read."
"They can wait. You've had a busy morning." Logan cautioned.
"Couch!" Gilmore insisted and finally Logan gave in. He followed a step behind the Captain as he made his way over and sat down.
"At least put your feet up." Logan said with a shake of his head. "I'll be right back with a pillow." He disappeared into the captain's bedroom.
Zanh went to the computer at the desk and switched the screen on. Gilmore held up a hand to halt her.
"What are you doing?"
"Bringing up command transfer protocols."
"As you were, Zanh."
"Sir?"
"Starfleet and their doctors," he growled. "They are telling me to be patient. They want me to be closer to full strength before I take command back from you. Stresses of the job they say. Rubbish. But for the time being, your orders are to remain as you were."
"Understood." She walked to the door. "Rest well, Captain. I'll send the daily reports to you starting tomorrow morning."
"Very good. Dismissed. No, wait a second."
"Yes?"
"The crew members who worked overtime during the Bajoran crisis. Rotate duty shifts any way you have to, but give them seventy-two hours of R&R. Keep them on the ship, though. You never know when our orders to move will come. I imagine soon."
"Thank you, Sir." She stepped forward and the doors opened. "They've earned it."
"Zanh Liis,"
She turned back and waited for him to finish his sentence.
"Your discretion after the ceremony. It was. . .appreciated."
Liis saluted him and smiled. "It's good to see you up and around, Captain Gilmore. If there is anything I can do for you, just holler."
"Believe me." Gilmore said, rolling his eyes as his nurse came back in and covered him with a blanket. "If there is, I will holler. Loudly."
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RJ Gilmore
Commanding Officer
USS Independence
Post 251: R&R
Posts 201-565
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- Post 466: Those Who Won't Be Counseled
- Post 467: A Visitor
- Post 468: Help Is On the Way
- Post 469: Can't Be Helped
- Post 470: Battle of the Sexes
- Post 471: One but Many
- Post 472: Running for Reece
- Post 473: The Kindness of Strangers
- Post 474: Angels in the Snow
- Post 475: Adrift
- Post 476: Yensul Awaits
- Post 477: Women and Children First
- Post 478: Mothers and Daughters Part One
- Post 479: Mothers and Daughters Part Two
- Post 480: Somehow, It Feels Like Christmas
- Post 481: Overture
- Post 482: Without Fanfare
- Post 483: Welcome to Yensul Part One
- Post 484: Welcome to Yensul Part Two
- Post 485:Alone in a Crowd Part One
- Post 486: Alone in a Crowd Part Two
- Post 487: Home Field Advantage
- Post 488: Florence Nightin-Ensign
- Post 489: The Honeymoon Has To Wait
- Post 490: Tour Guide
- Post 491: Into Focus
- Post 492: Just What the Klingon Ordered
- Post 493: You Did What?
- Post 494: Masquerading As Light
- Post 495: Two Outs, Full Count, Bottom of the Ninth
- Post 496: Tending the Garden
- Post 497: To Mention the Unmentionable
- Post 498: Starfleet Boy Meets Alien Girl Part One
- Post 499: Starfleet Boy Meets Alien Girl Part Two
- Post 500: Reasonable Accomodations
- Post 501: Under the Bus
- Post 502: A Chance
- Post 503: Something Somehow Sacred Part One
- Post 504: Something Somehow Sacred Part Two
- Post 505: Something Somehow Sacred Part Three
- Post 506: In a Dream
- Post 507: Drastic Times
- Post 508: Be Careful What You Wish For
- Post 509: Hot Soup, Familiar Face
- Post 510: This Is Some Rescue
- Post 511: Upon the Housetops Part One
- Post 512: Upon the Housetops Part Two
- Post 513: The Last Thing I Remember
- Post 514: Dialogue
- Post 515: Judgment Day Part One
- Post 516: Judgment Day Part Two
- Post 517: Judgment Day Part Three
- Post 518: Unexpected Help
- Post 519: I Have An Idea
- Post 520: Parting Is Such Sweet. . .Whatever
- Post 521: Saved
- Post 522: Walking Away
- Post 523: Bright, Shiny Objects
- Post 524: Without A Fuss
- Post 525: Wrap Up With A Nice Little Bow
- Post 526: Facing The Future
- Post 527: Until Next Time
- Post 528: The Truth
- Post 529: A New Beginning
- Post 530: The Flames Burn Hotter
- Post 531: Instinct
- Post 532: Preparations
- Post 533: Reality and Guilt
- Post 534: For Their Own Good Part One
- Post 535: For Their Own Good Part Two
- Post 536: Hairspray and Short Skirts
- Post 537: Masquerade
- Post 538: Halloween, Today?
- Post 539: Alter Ego
- Post 540: Flapper Tapper Girl
- Post 541: Can't Get Enough
- Post 542: Commander Who?
- Post 543: The Inmates Are. . .
- Post 544: And They Call Her Sir
- Post 545: Message In A Bottle
- Post 546: Full Disclosure Part One
- Post 547 Full Disclosure Part Two
- Post 548: Rendezvous?
- Post 549: Why the Long Face? Part One
- Post 550- Why the Long Face? Part Two
- Post 551: Why The Long Face? Part Three
- Post 552: Time to Meet
- Post 553: Quicksand, Part One
- Post 554: Quicksand, Part Two
- Post 555) Trapped
- Post 556) Heads or Tails
- Post 557) Take Your Stations Part One
- Post 558) Take Your Stations Part Two
- Post 559) Transponder
- Post 560) Damaged Goods
- Post 561) Damsel in Distress
- Post 562) The Invisibles
- Post 563) Showtime
- Post 564) Full Circle
- For the Crew. . .
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