Captains York and Bennett

Posted on Tue Nov 1st, 2011 @ 8:12am by Commodore Samantha York

648 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Shades of Gray
Location: Typhon Promenade

ON

Captain Samantha York had not been back to Typhon since she took over command of the Calypso a year and a half ago. It was both familiar and strange to be here again. Especially when Theta Fleet Command had moved to the new Academy on Starbase Ronin.

She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a turquoise blouse as she wanted to spend a day being anonymous. Her first order of business was a tour through the promenade.

Captain Curzon Bennett, currently unassigned was wandering the Promenade himself. It was a quiet day and he was idling, waiting for a scheduled meeting in around an hour. Being a tall man, he could see over the crowd better than most, and saw Sam walking in front of some shops.

He grinned, she had said she would be a little busy for the afternoon, so he had cleared out of her way. But it seemed she was finished. Running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair he made a beeline for her.

As Bennett came alongside her, he lost no time in slipping an arm around her waist, 'I thought you said you were busy for the afternoon, love ...'

Sam stepped out of his grasp. "I'm sorry, but ... Commander Bennett?"

'Wuh? ...,' confusion crossed his face. 'No, Captain.' He put a hand on her shoulder, 'Sam are you all right?' A tightness gripped his chest. There was something wrong here, something very wrong indeed ...

"No, Captain ... what?" And how did he know she was now a Captain? "How are you doing? Are you still on the Republic?"

Bennett let the hand fall from her shoulder, 'Sam ... we just got back on the Republic? Don't you remember? Your arm was hurt ...' he lowered his voice, 'Temporal Investigations was involved.' He looked at her, searching in vain for any kind of recognition.

Sam shook her head. "I transferred off the Republic two years ago. Temporal Investigations?" Could that be the reason he was so confused? No. That didn't make sense. Temporal Investigations wouldn't let someone wander around from a different time. Would they? No, that had the potential to cause some serious problems.

'Two years? No, no.' Bennett's distress was growing by the minute, 'Sam ... I don't understand what's going on.'

"Neither do I." She ran a hand through her hair. This was not going well. What was wrong with him? "Curzon, I have no idea what you think is going on, but I've been on the Calypso for a year and a half. She shook her head. This was getting stranger and stranger. "You said something about Temporal Authorities?"

'They interviewed us just last week - you were there! Two agents. Bassett and Laysbury. They cleared us to come through to Typhon.' Bennett was growing much more agitated, 'you must remember!' What had Sam been working on? She had not said anything about an experiment - much less one that could go as wrong as it evidently had.

Sam reached out and gently touched his mind. He had been with her. But it couldn't be her. She'd never felt that way about Curzon. He was her friend, but nothing more. "I think I need to go." And do some research. Something was definitely amiss here. She took a step back. "I'll ... see you around."

Bennett ground his jaw. This whole situation stank. 'All right,' he said neutrally. 'I'll just be on my way. See you around Sam.' He walked away, considering the implications of his meeting. Either Sam was having a funny turn, or ... what? Something else?

Sam watched him go, shaking her head. She really needed to hit the library and figure out what was going on.

OFF

Captain Curzon Bennett
Commanding Officer
USS Jefferson

Captain Samantha York
Commanding Officer
USS Calypso

 

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