Working Through The Night [Open]

[theboywhowaits]

Who: Rory and Molly, Everyone
Where: Med Bay
Summary: Rory takes his daughter to work with him, works on supply lists.
Warnings: None


He had been trying to spend as much time with his daughter as he could, fearing another interruption that would make him miss things or give her time enough to forget him.

For the moment, he was doing an amount of boring bust work that any sane man would have balked at. Surprisingly, the recent events had left much undone.

It had also left an emptier infirmary in its wake.

Molly burbled, half of her hand pushed into her tiny face, bouncing in her chair. She had gotten bigger, and it had only been a month- two?- hard to tell in pod sleep, he had slept and Molly had grown and things had happened.

It would take time to sort it all out again, time to fix things.

He hoped he could fix things. "I doubt that foot tastes very good, little miss Molly, are you sure that's your meal of choice?"

His daughter laughed, reaching for him, and he let her steel his off hand, making faces at the baby and letting himself be distracted from his task.

He needed this too.

Comments

[muteadin]

Nehaalista looked down at Molly and smiled, respectfully keeping her fangs covered.

Humans didn't like fangs much.

[I was hoping for a painkiller of some sort, but am I interrupting you and the young miss?] Her fingers flew, and her necklace took a pause as it translated into something more understandable. [She reminds me of my son, a bit.] Except not adorably blue with tiny hooves. The ears were right, though.

[theboywhowaits]

"Oh, no. I brought her to work with me today. I'm still on shift, things have just been quiet." He also didn't like the idea of leaving her in the city, or being away from her for long. Something else might happen. This ship was making him more paranoid. "Councilor, this is my daughter, Molly."

Molly smiled back, waving her hands at the newcomer happily, she giggled again, watching curiously.

He smiled in response to that statement. "She's a special little girl, it's nice to have her here." His face shifted, more serious. "How badly are you injured, Ma'am?"

[muteadin]

[Blessing upon you, Molly,] Nehaalista signed with gentle fingers. She turned her attention back to Rory, however, as she explained.

[Not very, I believe I was a bit overzealous in my training and may have a put myself through my paces a little too hard.] It certainly wasn't going to stop her from getting up and fighting if they had to.

When they had to.

She smiled, [I just need something to make sleep a bit easier tonight. It is very hard for someone my size to get comfortable on Stacy's beds.] Not for lack of trying, though.

[theboywhowaits]

"Of course, Councilor, I'd be happy to get you something." He stepped away from the desk, automatically pulling up her file on one of the treatment stations to check for dosages before turning to offer her a small hypo. "This should help, Councilor. I'd suggest taking care, but with the situation, I don't think anyone can be blamed for being a little overzealous." They were at war, after all, he had worked his hands bloody training before. Training injuries were to be expected.

Molly burbled a response, reaching to grab one of the dangling toys. She stared at Nehaalista curiously, still bouncing gently in her chair.