No Rest For The....

Posted on Mon May 1, 2017 @ 6:02am by Lieutenant Samantha Raylen & Lieutenant Commander Miguel Torres

1,964 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Silence
Location: Victory Gym

Miguel had gone to his room to finally get some sleep while the Victory was in dock getting resupplied. He had hoped to get a few hours of sleep, around 4 or 6 would have done him some good. But what he got was two hours, two freaking hours. To make things worse once his eyes were open he didn't feel tired anymore. Which meant when he finally did crash he'd sleep for hours. Since he wasn't due back in engineering until mid-morning he decided to go to the gym and get in a work out. Maybe that would help him destress.

He put on his Starfleet Class of '68 tank top and some shorts, his favorite pair of training shoes. He grabbed a towel and made his way to the gym. When he got there he was a bit surprised to see Sam in there. "Hey Sam, how's it going?" he asked as he went over to the rack of dumbbells and set the weight he wanted before withdrawing a pair.

"Commander.." she greeted him. "Its going. A little quiet. . "

"Yeah that seems to be the story of our lives lately." he said as he started to go into his first set. "It's a mixed blessing I guess." he added.

"Yeah?" Sam questioned him. "How so?"

"Well by it being quiet means there aren't any battles... which means no major damage for us to repair. Less stress. But when all we have is routine maintenance to do things have a habit of getting borring." he answered.

"Less stress.. so why can't either of us sleep?" she quipped in response.

"That is the million dollar question. I suppose we could always go see the counselor." he stated.

She promptly snorted, "Saints preserve us.."

"Hence why we're in here not able to sleep." he said as he continued with his reps.

She just laughed at his remark, watching the way his muscled form moved as he worked out.

Miguel smiled as he went through his sets, and then switched to the next exercise. He started to feel his heart begin to pump harder as he began to develop a rythem even though he had yet to start to form a sweat.

After a moment Sam resumed the stretching exercises she'd been running through, a warmup before deciding what to do.

Miguel couldn't help but watch as she stretched, noticing her form. After he was done with the that set of exercises with the dumbles he placed them back on the rack and saw as the automatic sterilization field dried and cleaned it as it was designed to. He then moved on the a nearby inclined bench so he could start some chest work.

Deciding that she didn't feel like lifting weights, Sam opted instead to use a treadmill and jog for a bit, hoping the exercise would help her unwind enough to sleep.

Miguel was aware of her changing positions but it wasn't until she had gotten on the treadmill itself that he caught sight of her again. This time it was from a side view, where he could see that she was wearing leggings, that was already form fitting, but to top it off she was wearing a tank top that also proved to show off the shape of her body very well. The sight of her caused him to lose some concentration, to the point that he had lost count of his current set.

Aware of his gaze, after a time Sam turned and caught him watching her run. Slowing to a stop, she cocked her head at him and said, "Are you watching me?"

"I'm sorry, I guess I was." He said as he stopped his set and put the barbell back in it's resting spot.

"Uh huh." she responded. "And did you enjoy yourself?"

He smiled a kind of shy smile that seemed to turn into a devilish one. "I have to admit I did." he replied.

Shaking her head with a little laugh, she said "You should be ashamed of yourself. Staring at a lady trying to stay in shape so her boss doesn't write her up."

"Well at the risk of getting into a harresment complaint... you haven't been trying. You've been succeeding." he said with a chuckle.

"Wow.." she replied with a laugh. "I think that was a complement... are you trying to flirt with me?" Sam asked then.

"If I am, I'm probably doing a very poor job of it." he answered her.

With a shrug of her shoulders, Sam answered "oh I don't know. I've encountered worse.."

"Well I guess that's probably one of the reasons I'm still single... spent to much time studying and not crafting other skills such as flirting." he answered with a laugh.

"You?" she questioned. "A bookworm? Oh I don't believe that at all.."

"Oh yeah.." he said as he got up from the bench and went over to another station. "My mind was like a sponge I wanted to try and learn it all." he told her.

"A sponge..you mean like..full of thousands of little tiny holes?" She replied with a teasing grin.

"Hmmm I think I might have to walk back my statement about no write up." he said with a teasing tone.

"Oh I'm not worried. I do all of your reports and write ups anyway.." she answered.

"At least the ones that don't matter." he replied.

Sam just laughed at his answer. He could act tough..they both knew better.

He got up and wiped off the bench. "Well this doesn't seem to be working to be tiring me out enough to sleep. Guess I'll have to come up with something more drastic." he said.

"Gonna go throw yourself on the tender mercies of the Doc?" Sam asked. "Get a sleep aid?"

"No I prefer more natural methods." he told her. "So I'll probably go run some laps around the empty decks of the ship till I wear myself out." he replied. "How about you is this working for you?" he asked.

She looked at him a moment, then said "I'll probably go back to my quarters, take a hot shower, put on something comfortable and then knock back a shot or two ..for medicinal purposes... "

"Yeah I've already had a few shots with the Captain. Didn't work." he said with a chuckle.

"Oh hooo..." Sam laughed at that. "Now I know what's wrong with you..."

He looked at her curiously. "And what is that?"

Sam just smirked at him, "Too much booze in your system. You know you can't drink with her. The nanites in her blood neutralize the alcohol, it's like drinking flavored water from her point of view,,"

"Oh that's okay, I didn't get drunk either." he told her. "I've always had a high tolerance."

"Well damn what fun is that?" Came her reply.

"Well makes sure I can drink most people under the table." he told her.

Sam just snorted in amusement. "Doesn't sound like fun. People on the deck. Probably puking no your boots..."

Even as he thought of the image she had just put in his head his face made a disgusted look. He shook it off however. “Haven’t had much of that, but have had people pass out on me.” he told her as he looked at her and wondered which category she'd fall into.

“You poor..poor man..” she answered with a laugh.

He laughed with her. “Yeah one of these days I’ll find my match.”

"That will be a sight worth seeing..you.. wasted.." she replied.

"Yeah I'm sure you'd love to see a 6'5" 280 lbs man stumbling all over himself drunk." he said.

With a sudden smile, she answered "oh I don't know. Might turn out to be quite enjoyable.. I could take advantage, get you to sign off on anything I wanted.."

"So Lieutenant you'd want to get me into a compromising position?" he asked her.

"Whatever it takes to get a better, larger office.." she replied.

"Do you even have an office?" he asked her.

Sam flashed a brilliant smile at him, "Yeah! Your's when you're not in it."

"I really need to start locking that place up." he said returning her smile.

"You'd never do that to me.." Sam retorted.

"Oh? why wouldn't I?" he asked.

"Because you're not a heartless beast." Sam told him.

"Not what I've heard." he said with a chuckle.

"I've heard a lot of things..." she answered. "And I'm going to keep using your office when you're not around.."

"Oh? you seem pretty confident in that assessment there." he stated.

Sam just smiled at him and winked.

"Don't let your confidence get to your head there Lieutenant."Miguel warned her. "You might find yourself transfered... or worse promoted."

"Not many options for a transfer anymore." She pointed out. "And a promotion would get me my own office so then I wouldn't have to use yours.."

"Actually you'd be wrong there... at least when it comes to the transfer." he told her. "There's an opening in Operations, which I already have put you in for. It's just waiting for the approval of the XO and Captain. But if it happens you'll be transfered and get that office of your own since the Chief Operations Officer does have their own office." he told her.

"Operations!." Sam squeaked. "What the hell would I do there?"

"Taking the next step in your career for one. It's past time you were in charge and since I don't see you taking my job anytime soon that's the next best thing. You'd still be working in concert with the engineering staff, but you'd be in charge of your own department. You will be able to run it the way you want to see it run."

Shaking her head as he spoke, Sam immediately countered with, "uh uh..no .. I have no training or experience in Operations I'm an engineer!"

"Exactly. The Operations officer should be an engineer that way they'd know what the hell they're doing to my ship whenever doing something to it." Miguel stated. He ignored the comment about the training since Operations wasn't that different from engineering anyway.

"So you do it then!" Sam retorted.

"Already the CEO, which is all I ever wanted to be. Granted Rhea some how got me to say yes to being the second officer as well." he said as he shook his head.

At that Sam snorted rather loudly without speaking.

"Oh you find that funny? I think I might have to use my authority and have you scrub some conduits in the morning." he said with a chuckle.

"I don't scrub conduits," Raylen answered. "That's what the hull maintainence techs are for.."

"The good thing about being department head is that you can assign whoever you want to do any duty." he told her.

"I will make your life..a living hell..." she retorted.

"How would that make my life any different than it is now?" he asked.

"Is that a challenge?" She retorted.

"No that was a question." he stated.

Sam nodded a little, then walked over to him and pressed her lithe form against him to plant a soft, chase kiss on his lips. Drawing away, she said "Trust me.. I'll make you regret it."

That was something he hadn't expected, which could be noted by the way he blinked repeatedly and the fact for the first time he was silent without a comeback.

His befuddled reaction was perfect. With an impish smile she said, "See? Not even trying and you already don't know what to do.. just think what I could do when I think about it.."

"Promises, promises." was all that he could say. Though he knew she was right.

 

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