||[Aug. 11th, 2011|08:11 pm]
"“The next person to ask if this ship is named after me is going to get ‘allergic to hypospray’ put on their medical record.” Jessica Pearson growled warningly at the mess hall full of Starfleet staff. The rest of the medical crew cramped themselves in the Starboard corner of the dining area, never taking off their blue scrubs and refusing to talk to non-medical crew. Jessica chose to sit with the main Bridge crew and it was a common saying among the main staff body that Jessica was the spiritual captain of the ship. As Chief Medical Officer on a flagship it was expected that she would spend little time outside of the sick bay. Somehow she had ended up spending more and more time on the Bridge alongside Captain Specter and the rest of the Bridge crew until she was accepted as an unofficial member of the main crew. Mike Ross, the chief engineer, had a smile spreading across his face but he could barely open his mouth to speak before Jessica cut him off. “Do you like injections Ross?” He bit his lip and pushed a few peas around his plate in an obvious attempt not to laugh but he didn’t speak. “I am allergic to hyposprays.” Harvey Specter grinned widely as he spoke. “Don’t test me Captain.” There was an intensity in Jessica’s eyes that silenced Harvey and for a few minutes the table ate in silence. "
Guys, I have no idea where I am going with this. WHY DO I EVEN WRITE? How do you words?