An acceptable physical

Posted on Wed Mar 3rd, 2021 @ 9:21am by Lieutenant Commander T'Sal & Lieutenant Commander Aaron Marcus
Edited on on Wed Mar 10th, 2021 @ 11:41am

Mission: S1, E0: We need each other.
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: MD001 0930 hrs
1105 words - 2.2 OF Standard Post Measure

T’Sai walked down the corridor, heading towards the medical department for the required physical. She neither liked nor disliked getting one, it was a rule that all crew members had to have one when coming on a starship. She actually found humor in how humans seemed to do their best to avoid them at all costs. You either passed or you failed and if that was the case then you found another career that was suitable.

Captain Bond had seemed surprised at her attempt at humor. She knew it wasn’t a typical “Vulcan” trait and it was true she was not emotional and had learned to suppress them, humor was one emotion she saw value in.

T’Sai walked into the medical department and looked to the right and left. She was several medical officers busy at work so stepped to the side and waiting for them to finish up so that she could pass her physical.

Aaron had sat in his office and was going over the crew dossiers. He still needed to flesh out his diagnostic team. The sound of the doors to Sick Bay opening brought his attention to whoever walked in, as they always did. At the moment it seemed that a tall drink of Vulcan just stepped in. Aaron loathed physicals and his eyes darted around as he hoped one of the other doctors would take the Vulcan. However, he noticed the color of her uniform and the Lieutenant Commander stripes on the sleeve. Its the XO... wonderful he thought sardonically.

Aaron grabbed his cane and with a step-tap he moved toward her. "Commander welcome to the morgue. You kill em, we chill em. What can I do you for?"

T’Sai raised an eyebrow and looked at him for a long moment. “I do not understand, I am not here to see a dead person but for a physical.” She paused. “Did someone die already?”

Ugh, the insufferable Vulcan sense of humor, or lack thereof Aaron thought. "It is a turn of phrase, no matter. Why don't you just lay back on the bio bed and we will see what we have going on here." He said as he motioned toward the biobed closest to him.

T'Sai did not move right away. "I would like an explanation." she continued. "I have made it a priority of mine to learn as much as I can about human expressions." She waited for him to give her the information she required.

"A way to greet people in a jocular manner. To lighten the mood. In actuality there is no one dead, and no one in need of assistance." Aaron hated explaining his jokes they were never funny when explained. He hoped that the woman understood and would stop asking questions. The sooner she did that, the sooner they could get the exam over with, the sooner she would be out of his hair, the sooner he would be back behind his desk doing as he pleased.

T'Sai looked at him. "A joke. It is acceptable for you to use humor. Next time you say that I will get it." She sat on the biobed and waited for him to start her physical.

Aaron harumphed in response. He tapped a few buttons on the console and it sprang to life showing the Vulcan's bio signs. "Right so any allergies or medical abnormalities that we should know about Commander???" He wasn't sure if she would understand that the ending of his statement was meant to be a question for her name.

“Chocolate,” T’Sai said automatically. “But I am certain as a medical officer you have studied the Vulcan people and are knowledgeable on its effects on me.” She looked at him and added. Lieutenant Commander.”

"Yes of course chocolate is your beer, I get it. But then again if you had some perhaps it would be a very good time." Aaron chuckled and glanced at the bio readings. Thankfully the computer showed her name. "Lieutenant Commander Marcus, but you can call me Doc or House if you wish."

“You may call me T’Sal,” she replied quietly. “Unless we
are in an official capacity.”

"You Vulcans are definitely not so good at subtlety. What brings you to the fleet?" Aaron asked as a way to just break the silence. He was not one for small talk, but had no where else to go while he finished the exam. At the moment he withdrew a small amount of her green blood for examination.

T’Sal thought for a moment on how much to divulge of her personal reasons. “I wanted to serve among personnel who have a high sense of honor and integrity.” She replied finally. “And I wish to learn much about humans and their many emotions.”

"Very well then allow me to teach you about sarcasm and humor. It is probably the only thing that will keep me sane on this rust bucket." Aaron replied. He looked at the final scans as they came in. There was nothing out of the ordinary about the Commander's health at the moment.

“I would be pleased,” T’Sal said seriously. “I have studied humans for a while and humor seems to release stress and built up anxiety.”

"Indeed it does but it can also serve as a way to keep someone's brain organized. It can serve as a way to organize one's thoughts." Aaron actually liked the way Vulcan's thought. The cold logic of it all, it was the way his brain worked so they clicked.

T'Sal thought for a moment on what he said. "I can see the logic of that." She loved organization. There was no excuse for being messy, in deed or mind.

"Right, well it seems that you are all fit for duty. If there is nothing else you are free to go." Aaron said matter of factly as he returned the instruments to the tray next to him.

T’Sal stood. “I expected as much.” Was all she said and she headed for the door. She stopped and turned around and looked at the doctor. “I will schedule some time for you to teach me humor. I believe it would be suitable for me to utilize some in order to have an acceptable working relationship with the crew.” She did not wait for an answer but headed out the door and towards the bridge. T’Sal was more than ready for them to head out on this five year mission. It had been one of the most suitable reasons she had accepted the position.