A Doctor In The House - Chapter 4

NOTE: The correct way to pronounce "Tyr" is "TEAR", like the crying kind.  Please, don't feel bad, I said "TIRE: for years. . . . . LOL!




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Free Enterprise - A Doctor In The House - Chapter 4




Four hours later, a thoroughly refreshed Tyr Anasazi made an appearance in Sickbay. Dr. Kori looked up from examining Ensign Jessica Torres, at her Nietzschean Captain and frowned. The look in the man's eyes brooked no nonsense, so she called her assistant to take over, and motioned him into her inner sanctum.


Inside of her office, it seemed that every flat surface held some kind of plant. Dr. Kori was an avid Botanist and loved to be surrounded with “growing things”. Tyr scowled at her favorite, a Kensington-Smythe plant named Darwin.


“Darwin is asleep, so you don't have to worry about his input.” Kori said as she sat. Tyr continued to stand, and glower at the plant. The damned plant was a magpie and gossip when awake, and what he had to say was confidential. Taking a cue from her Captain, Kori shouted:


“Darwin!”


The plant shook itself awake and stared at both of them with googly eyes.


“Right inna middle of a good dream too . . .” he groused.


“Darwin. Be a darling and go down to Hydroponics for about an hour, okay?” Kori said.


“And, good morning to you too.” Darwin replied, in a snit. If he had a tongue he would've poked it out at Kori. He activated an anti-grav devise which was attached to his planter, and floated towards the door.


“Good Morning, Captain.” he said cheerfully as an afterthought. The doors whooshed shut behind him.


“Now, what do you want?” Kori demanded, as she frowned. This was typical Klingon protocol, be rude to everyone!


Nietzscheans as a whole were healthy as horses and had little need for doctors. Oh they had them, just in case of emergencies, that's why her assistant was a Nietzschean physician. Dr. Freya had become a doctor because she was fascinated with Human (Homo Sapien) diseases and injuries.


“Commander T'Marr. Is there anything I should know?” he asked.


“She is in perfect physical health. She has been psychologically cleared by Dr. Tovar of Vulcan and Dr N'Toll of Starfleet.” Kori replied.


“I noticed she had taken several medical leaves in the past, and I was curious as to their nature.” Tyr asked.


“Ah, those.” Kori replied, as she smiled to herself. “There are certain things that Vulcans must do approximately every seven years or so. Especially the unbonded ones.” she continued. Tyr frowned, because his Chief Medical Officer was confusing him even more.


“And what might that be?” he asked.


“Sorry Captain, but here is where I officially enact Patient/Doctor Confidentiality. If you want to know more, you will have to ask her yourself.  As it stands, I am not at liberty to say. Were it under other circumstances, I would have.” Kori said.


“Those circumstances would not happen to be a condition which may endanger my ship and crew, would they?” Tyr asked dangerously, anyone else would have run for the hills at that tone. Kori, Klingon to the bone, merely rolled her eyes and smiled.


“I repeat, I am not at liberty to say, Captain. Have a wonderful day.” She said, as she stood and headed for the door. The tone and action was very clear. He may be Captain of The Insurrection, but, he'd just been tossed out of Sickbay!  By a Klingon, no less. . . . . . .




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Tyr arrived on the bridge and repaired to his Ready Room immediately. Khan was already there, setting up his breakfast. The Katay took one look at the storm clouds on The Captain's face, and pricked his ears and whiskers forward.


“You read T'Marr's service record I gather. . . . .” Khan started.


“It was so heavily redacted, I suspect the woman was or is a spy.” Tyr cut in. “As soon as she reports for duty, I wish to speak to her.” he continued, as he took up his fork and began to eat. Khan relayed, the orders and sat across from his captain.


“She is not going to tell you.” Khan said out of the blue. The small hairs stood on the back of Tyr's neck stood on end, as they often did when Khan made one of his predictions.


“I can order her to do so.” Tyr replied.


“Tyr, Tyr, Tyr. You truly don't understand women, do you? There are some things a woman would never tell a man, simply because a man would never understand. Just because you are the captain and order her to do so, she does not have to tell you anything. You cannot put someone on report for not divulging personal information, they deem private.” Khan replied.


“If it concerns the safety of my ship. . . . .” Tyr growled.


“However, I will tell you this. Her Vulcan parents were intelligence operatives for Section 31. They were on a husband and wife team assignment when they were assassinated.” Khan interrupted.


It was a good thing Tyr had thoroughly chewed and swallowed his scrambled eggs and toast. For, he would've choked.