Subject: Grail: "The Great Brightness" - 'DeMontigny vs. Brinn, round 2'
<<Stardate: 47307.29- 23:35>>
<<Main Bridge>>
Athalya Anne had just barely begun fuming. *What the bloody hell?*
She wondered. First the captain told her to take care of the frigging
situation, and then he comes rushing on to the bridge to 'fix' things.
In addition to displaying a lack of trust in her capabilities, he
undermines her in front of her duty officers. *Gee. This should be
fun!* She thought. *Just when the debate between giving Epic what he
needs and what he wants is temporarily resolved, he goes and tempts me
into fucking giving him what he needs, again.* Asshole.
François couldn't contain himself anymore. This is definitely not
how he would of handled it. He turned to face Brinn.
"Major, if I may, I suggest we ascertain the potential threat the
Shuttle possesses to us before powering phasers and locking the tractor
beam. I don't want to undermine 'dear' Kypper's suggestions, but for
some strange reason I cannot fathom, our alien friend has evidently
taken those actions as being hostile."
Athalya Anne thought about what he had said. The anger that was
stewing just beneath the surface ignited. *Oh, no. He did NOT! If
that fucking asshole wants to fucking make a fool of me.*
"Tactical, you have the bridge." A very angry Athalya Anne was up
and striding towards DeMontigny, "Mr. DeMontigny," Athalya Anne grabbed
him by the ear and literally pulled him to the captain's ready room,
"You're with me.
Bodily throwing François into the ready room, Athalya Anne waited
until the door shut behind them. "Lieutenant, just what the bloody hell
do you think you were doing out there? Are you trying to undermine my
command capabilities? Just who the bloody hell do you think you are,
~Lieutenant~?" Athalya Anne tried, with minimal success to control the
fact that she was hyperventilating.
François stood up and faced the angry marine. 'OK, this is it,' he
thought, 'no more mister nice helmsman. The bitch asked for it'.
"I, apparently, am the only one that has the guts to stand up to you
and your two-bit we-kill-everybody-'cause-we're-marines attitude!
Command capabilities? What command capabilities? I don't care what the
Captain says, your actions could well have turned an entire Empire
against us! That was reckless, careless and downright stupid!" He was
also breathing heavily now.
"Oh, really?" Athalya Anne could hardly see. Anger was literally
blinding her. "How the fucking HELL do you know that that's not just a
ruse? How the HELL do you know that he's not a fucking terrorist or
some other crazy ass?" She paused, merely to catch her breath. "You
don't. We're fucking out here fucking ALONE, boy! How the hell do you
know that he's not trying to get our defenses down? Do you fucking want
to get the fuck back or do you want to die?" another thought struck
her. "And who the bloody hell ARE you, Lieutenant? What the fucking
hell gives you the right to question my judgement in front of the entire
bridge crew?"
"Lady, you're lucky you're my superior officer, because if you
weren't, I'd..." François paused, despite his anger, unsure if he wanted
to finish his sentence.
Athalya Anne took a step forward, her face now inches from his.
"You'd what?" she dared him.
François' suddenly bent forward and planted his lips on Brinn's in
a passionate kiss.
If being a ninety year old trapped in the body of a seventeen year
old had any advantages, the ability to be quickly distracted from anger
to passion was one of them. Athalya Anne returned his kiss with equal
passion. They exchanged another firerey kiss as François wrapped his
hands around her waist and slowly moved them downward, while pressing
her closer to him. Athalya Anne kissed him again, first on the lips and
then on the chin, his jaw line and down his neck. Almost in perfect
synchronization, they moved to the couch and began undressing each
other.
Several articles of clothing later, the door chime sounded. Athalya
Anne drew away first. "Aw, shit." she swore under her breath. "One
moment." Athalya Anne began indiscriminately grabbing articles of
clothing, as did DeMontigny. Fortunately, they got the right
undershirts, but her gray jacket felt a little large. *Oops.*
Surveying DeMontigny, Athalya Anne finally issued the order, "Come."
Joint post by
Lt.(jg) François DeMontigny
Lt. Maj. Athalya Anne Brinn