What a Day...and Night

Posted on Tue Mar 6, 2018 @ 1:23am by Ensign Michael Donovan

Mission: Falling Star
Location: Michael's Quarters

Michael Donovan was glad that he hadn’t been picked for escort or VIP or tailing the Romulan. That was the last thing he wanted. But his day hadn’t been easy. He’d been assigned to walk the ship on patrol and then inspect weapons lockers. At the end of his shift, he was turning in his report on the lockers when someone walked in with a complaint. Michael hoped to get out of the office, but it was too late. He ended up spending the next two hours taking care of it.

By the time he reached his quarters, he was ready to just strip and lay down on the couch. But there was a needed shower first. He went in to the restroom and readied himself for the shower. The sonic waves felt wonderful as they washed the dirt and grime and sweat of the day away. This was one of those times where he just stood under it and let it wash over him.

The minutes felt like hours, which was a good thing in this case. When he got out, Michael put on a pair of shorts and stood in front of the mirror. He ran his hands through his hair and nodded. With a smirk. Then the tattoo artist checked out the work. Some of it, he’d done and some of it, his old boss had done. He still had to get his equipment on board, or at least some equipment, for his artistry. It was a talent and skill that he wanted to keep up on. With a sigh, he headed out of the bathroom.

It would prove to be a long night for Michael. He had grabbed a sandwich and a shake from the replicator and sat down on the couch. He kept a sketch pad and pencil on the table as a regular rule. He never knew when inspiration would strike. He picked them up and laid out a few ideas that he’d gotten from the club. The cut young man had put four or five nice ones down before he started nodding. Michael sighed and put everything back down before heading to bed.

He had been asleep for quite a while and was beginning to dream. But not just any weird dream. This one had a basis in reality. His subconscious mind took him back to his life before Starfleet. Back to when he was a bouncer for The Inferno, a club in San Fran. There was a brunette in a slinky black dress that had come on to him. He was going to hook up with her after his shift. When it was over, the two grabbed some drink at the bar and started talking.

It was well past midnight when they left the bar and headed back to her place. They walked by a park with thick forested area. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him in there. Michael commented that he thought they were going to her place. She looked over her shoulder at him and grinned, shaking her head. A second later, the scene flashed to the both of them climbing a tree and Michael was without his shirt. When they got up to one of the larger limbs...Michael woke up. He called for a time check from the computer and lay back down. He didn’t need to finish the dream. He knew how it ended because he’d lived it.