Imzadi...Reflection

Posted on Thu Sep 20th, 2018 @ 3:47pm by Lieutenant Galatea Polaris

1,040 words; about a 5 minute read

The day had been long and unending. She’d had to put out so many fires from the counseling to the medical department. Although she loved every minute her well maintained control was slipping. The day was done and she’d just finished meeting with the XO and then Ilana. That mess was sorted out…at least for now. She’d also had another argument with Hunter and these little spats were getting to be tiring.

Galatea had asked herself a thousand times if she had been angry with him for going above her head to the CO but that wasn’t it. She appreciated that he cared although at first she was cross. She couldn’t put her finger on why she was so upset at him. It was as if she couldn’t control her reaction to him.

Bone tired she stripped off her uniform and stepped under the shower letting the warm water beat down on her and wash away her tiredness. Within the hour she emerged from the shower feeling somewhat better.

She would let her hair dry naturally, she thought, as she dressed in her nightgown. She would read tonight, something she hadn’t done in a long time.

There was another thing she hadn’t done in a while. She walked over to the little desk by the window to the stars and turned on the soft white light. She slid into the comfortable chair and pulled out her purple leather notebook and matching purple pen. She would do some writing before she read. She opened the notebook to a fresh page and then took a moment to close her eyes and centre herself. She missed journaling. There was a time she did it everyday.

Leaning over she turned on her oil diffuser letting the comforting scent of lavender fill the room as she took up the pen and began to pour her heart out on the soft eggshell paper of the notebook.

~Personal log, it’s been ages since I sat down to write what is in my heart. It has been too long and too many happenings to recount them all tonight. I will begin with a matter of pride. I have a department that is staffed with some of Starfleet’s finest. I am lucky to have a staff that not only loves their job but that takes pride in exceeding all that is set for them. Through my crew evaluations I can see that this is a work ethic that is carried to the rest of the crew. We are all somehow able to work together and make magic. It is something I have not found on any other ship where I have served.

That all being said there is the case of Hunter. While he is the most competent nurse I’ve ever come across I can’t seem to stop being frustrated with him and I can’t pinpoint where the animosity between us comes. We’ve both tried to move passed it yet there is something about him that pushes my buttons and something about me that equally pushes his. I don’t think either one of us wants to argue but there something when we are together. I am sensing things from him that I cannot even begin to put into words. There is admiration, there is care but our friendship went from close to constantly at one another’s throat and I think that he is equally baffled by this turn of events.~

She signed and stood to get herself a cup of tea. She then headed back to her chair and took up her pen once again feeling the old flow of writing returning to her.

~Speaking of unexpected turns of events, my ex lover has decided to make an appearance here on the Wolff. I have not seen him in years and we parted on…terms that were less than ideal. I have never served with him, our affair was brief and filled with passion. We fit so well together it was almost as if we were made for one another. Being Betazoid the word that comes to mind is Imzadi. I have been in relationships but this was the first man to touch my soul and spirit. He was my soulmate the one that was designed just for me..or so I thought. I have been told by other Betazoids that something like this comes around once in a lifetime yet I wonder if it’s true. We ended things knowing we loved one another but feeling in our hearts that we were not meant to be with one another. Each one of us felt that there was something more out there for us so the question is how can we be Imzadi if we both felt there was more out there. We have not kept in touch…regularly and it has been a couple of years since we last spoke yet seeing him here on the Wolff has brought things back for both of us. We pretend as if we don’t know one another yet the passion is still there. It is hard, we both love one another but we are not in love with one another…if that makes sense.~ she sighed as the door chimed.

Worried that it might be someone in need of medical attention she stood and dropped her pen on the notebook. She walked over to the door and with one last deep breath she tapped the button by the door allowing it to whoosh open. She stared at the familiar face before her. It seemed that her past was there to now face her.

She stepped back letting her former lover enter. They were due for a talk. Their goodbye was easier said than done and if either of them wanted to move on they would need to talk.

She watched as he strode to the sofa, so self-assured, so confident. “Are we going to admit knowing one another?” She asked as she sat down in the chair across from him. It was time they talked.

To be continued…

Lt. Galatea Polaris
Chief Medical officer and Chief Counselor
USS Wolff

 

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