Repercussion - Infirmary

[Ian Clark]

((Continued from "Repercussion - Gate Room"))

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1547
City of Akrontiri
Gate Room

After examining her flag and hearing her explanation, he nodded, knowing that some change was definitely good, even if merely for aesthetics. He helped stack a few of his unsealed crates onto a dolly as Dr. Fawkes continued her inventory. As soon as that particular dolly was full, he took off his military issue duffle and set it on top. For the time being, they were all headed to the same place. After several more looks around the room, he failed to see Troy or any other commanding figure who would be able to tell Ian where he would rest his head at night. After all, he was pretty sure Troy knew exactly where to find him when the time came.

After readjusting his bag so it would not fall off, Morgan grabbed his attention again, this time by holding out a white lab coat. Positively beaming, he accepted the uniform jacket. Looking it over, he brushed his thumb along the flag of his homeland. After a brief moment, he slipped off his rolled-sleeve shirt and replaced it with the coat. It fit like a charm. "Well, this is very nice. It seems as though they finally allotted a decent amount to the uniform budget. This is excellent compared to the rags we wore during the first months out here. Thank you." With that, he followed her off to the infirmary.

1549
City of Akrontiri
Infirmary

During the brief walk a few levels down, he was separated from his new comrade by several camo-covered bodies and the loaded dollies of medical supplies. It was not until they arrived at the infirmary again that they were even within earshot of each other.

"I must say that this is definitely an upgrade," Ian remarked as he approached her, glancing around at the complex. In addition to the machinery and bedspace brought from Earth, there were several permanently installed areas, originally built and placed by none other than the Ancients. The thought was a marvel, that many millenia before, the Ancients used medicine far more advanced than their own now. Well, at least they could borrow the city's technology, which would help make things SO much more easier than they were a few years ago.

"Seeing as I don't really have my bearings, I'll let you lead the way, Doctor. Put me to work." His grin had not quite disappeared from several minutes before when he received his new jacket. Granted, he felt that might not entirely be the reason for his semi-permanent smile.

[Morgan Fawkes]

1549
City of Akrotiri
Infirmary

As they traveled to the infirmary, they couldn’t help but be separated for a bit. There were other’s helping out to roll the dollies full of supplies to the elevators and down a few levels, especially considering they could only go down the elevator one at a time. Her mind was trying to get back to business and not on the swai doctor that just arrived. She could just hear her mother scold her about all of this, telling her that she should be concerned with the job and that he was now her co-worker. He would need to do something horrible for her mind to go that way. Well, not do something horrible per say, but more like do something that would turn her off. That would make this feeling go away in an instant. WOW, what the heck was wrong with her? She’d never been like this about anyone before, and she was being silly about it. He was just probably being nice, just acting in accordance to his nature, and here she was blowing things out of proportion. He’d only just stepped through the gate minutes ago.

It would probably just take time before she’s get over this....crush. That’s all it had to be.

They finally were now in the infirmary, both within talking distance once again. "I must say that this is definitely an upgrade," he commented as he looked around. ”Yes, it takes some getting used to, especially the ancient technology. It all very futuristic, you know, in the fact that it’s all from thousands of years ago. It’s oxymoronic.” she joked the last bit.

"Seeing as I don't really have my bearings, I'll let you lead the way, Doctor. Put me to work."

You want to start working now? Are you sick or something?” she reached up, standing on her toes, feeling his forehead with the back of her hand. ”Don’t screw yourself over now. I’m on hour 36 on my 48 hour shift. But...if you’re going to be stubborn, you can help me unload the supplies.....that way you’ll get a feel of where everything is.” She withdrew her hand and smiled at him, kind glad for the company.

[Vanessa Collins]

1549
City of Akrontiri
Infirmary

She walked in the infirmary looking for Morgan. it was weird looking for another MD when she was too used to walking and annoying the crap and heck out of Will. It used to be enjoyable to come and pretend to nag the Major who for a short while was her CO of the then SD-1. Troy had back then given Will the Command on his team. She missed seeing Will around the place. His quirky sense of humor was quiet amusing at times. They both had worked rather well with each other.

Remembering him, she really felt his absents. The place was rather quiet without him. But she understood his reasons for not returning. There were too many memories here, too much planted and rooted. He and Cara had discovered each other here. Promise for a future was made and broken here. Here she knew it was too much for him to not to return. If she was lucky she would get a email or two out of him, but not much would said in the mails.

Looking around she found Morgan talking to a new face she hadn't seen around Delta before. Was it possible that the expedition was having another MD located here, since there did seem to be shortages of MD's. Walking over, "Morgan," she called out to the young doctor, "have you seen Kim?" she asked once she reached the two.

Facing the new man, "Hi, I'm Doctor Vanessa Collins," she extended a hand, "The base Psychologist and somewhat an acting Sociologist to an extent, covering for Doctor Garcia."

<<Tag Morgan and Ian>>

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[Ian Clark]

1550
City of Akrontiri
Infirmary

As soon as he offered his services, Morgan placed her hand on his forehead. This in and of itself made him laugh aloud as she questioned his sanity. He wondered if his face flushed slightly and could have given her a false reading. However, he did not bother himself with that thought. She was definitely cute and he was very much enjoying her company thus far, but from the looks of it, they would be working together very closely. Thus, he did his best to keep his primal male thoughts to himself...for now.

"It's better than getting lost in a 'lost city' trying to find Troy," he chimed, lifting his duffle off a dolly of crates and setting it over along the wall. Hopefully, it would stay out of the way over there until he figured out a more permanent location for it. "Besides, after sitting on a battlecruiser with lads who only talk about guns and their 'activities' while back on earth, I'm rather enjoying the company."

<Tag Morgan>

With a grin, he began unstacking the crates and prying open the tops. Many of these supplies were basic: bandages, reusable hot-cold packs, IV's, gauze. Pretty much everything that would be needed in a small hospital, since that is exactly what they were going for here. Looking up as someone approached calling Morgan's name, he saw a face he vaguely remembered, though he had to admit, he was useless with names unless he was staring at a chart.

"I vaguely remember you, Dr. Collins," he responded, politely, accepting her hand, "Though, we were never properly acquainted back then. Dr. Ian Clark, MD, and well...former CMO for this expedition. It was a while ago, just before Will took command after my absence. Nice to re-meet you."

<Tag Vans>

A jestful grin and he withdrew his hand so that the psychologist could speak to Morgan. While he unpacked several things, he would occasionally steal a glance back at her, though making a point not to be obvious. He was well aware that he was not as 'tidy' as usual and the last thing he wanted to do was to look like some creepy homeless man within the first few minutes on base. Not that he was trying to impress her...or at least, that was what he was trying to convince himself.

[Morgan Fawkes]

1550
City of Akrontiri
Infirmary

Morgan did picture in her head, Ian wandering around the city, getting lost around the turns and bends and the random elevators that took you to different level. Perhaps it would be better to stay in one place until someone enquired about the whereabouts of the new arrival. She got to work; there were only about 12 more hours before she would be able to pass out completely for about 2 days, barring any emergencies. Ian started on his own pile of crates to unpack, Morgan took what he unpacked and found its proper place, making sure the older supplies where handy to grab first.

”So, you’re a Scot from Scotland, eh?”’ very cheesy Morgan, ”What’s it like there?” Nice ice breaker...not. But hey! If she was going to get to know him, there had to be questions asked. Sure there were probably worse questions she could have asked, she was doing the best she could under short notice. He got her attention with his physically shiny aspects, she just wanted to know if he would get her attention all around.

Soon enough they were interrupted, by Dr. Collins, the base’s head doctor. Suddenly encountering a colleague, she felt a little unprofessional being in her basic jacket uniform in the infirmary. "Morgan, have you seen Kim?" she asked Morgan. Morgan was taking off her jacket off by her desk and quickly slipping into her nice clean, crisp white lab coat. At the same time she was racking her brain of who Vanessa was referring to. Her mind raced though the medical files she had read trying to find a name to a file. Her best guess was that she was referring to Captain Kim McKinnon. ”Um....yes....I think so.....I encountered her when she was here for a check up....I think is was 4 hours into my shift.....so....that would be...” You could physically see her looking up trying count backwards in her head with a pondering look, ”32 hours ago. Where she is now...” Morgan shrugged her shoulders as an answer.

Morgan went back to putting some of the supplies away while Vanessa and Ian re-introduced themselves.

<taggy at the right placed to the right people...you know who you are!!>

[Vanessa Collins]

1550
City of Akrontiri
Infirmary

His name struck something in her brain, when he mentioned who he was, flipping through her mental data base, she spotted the face, "Now that you mention it, I vaguely remember you as well. Not that I'm one of the best with faces, mind you at times." With old regulars around the place she could spot one a mile away. His accent made her grin. It somewhat reminded her of Will. "From you accent I take you are from some part of Europe."

When Morgan spoke, Collins looked at her, and gave a little chuckle at the detailed information, "That's not a problem. I only wanted to check on the Commander Garica through her." Since the man wasn't seeing anyone she had no way of getting updates on his state, expect through the SEAL Officer's most reliable woman, after his wife; Kimberly McKinnon; formerly Ashwood.

Knowing the Commander Garcia and Doctor Gacia would confuse the heck out of newly arrived Ian - given he was around from the start of the expedition, and likely to know next to nothing about the Commander's marrige - she faced him again, "We have two Garcias running here now. Husband and wife duo. Doctor Garcia is Commander Garcia's wife. I believe you remember Jerry Garcia. Her status is MIA."

<<Taggy Ian and Morgan>>