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Posted on 29 Apr 2015 @ 5:49pm by Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim
Edited on on 30 Apr 2015 @ 5:30pm

1,162 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Episode 08 - NIMBUS
Location: Klingon Vessel, USS Galileo
Timeline: MD 01 - 2310 hrs

[ON]

"Come on doctor," T'Vanna said as she wrapped her arm around the winged woman's waist. "Cadet hang on tight please, she's a little unsteady."

Wintrow did as he was told, gently wrapping his arm around the doctor's waist, while carefully hoisting her arm across his shoulder. "Why won't you take my offer?" he asked curiously, "I honestly don't mind it, especially if it'll help you."

Allyndra put one foot in front of the other and she had to admit that Win's arm around her was something she missed but he was young and been through much. That was one reason she would not take him up but there was others and he asked now.

"Get to my quarters first and I will explain then."

The beam over was quick and already the long tolerance she had built up to the potent drink was successfully dealing with the amount of alcohol. It was not that she was going to go dancing or anything but still her head felt clearer.

Allyndra flopped on the bed after pointing out the holopainting of her world on the wall and then indicated for Wintrow to take a seat. "You offer is appreciated...may I call you Wintow?"

"Yes ma'am, or Win if you like. Anyone close to me calls me Win." He looked up at the intelligence officer, extending the offer to her too.

"Win it is," Allyndra nodded. "When I bit you in the bar it was more of a scientific thing. However what you offer is something different in my culture. It is akin to what we call H'oni A'likoa, the Blood Kiss. We do not take blood from another person, the Blood Kiss unless we are very close. As in lovers or family. Do you understand?"

"I will leave you to it," T'Vanna said, not sure she even wanted to know this.

Watching the Vulcan woman leave, Wintrow turned his attention back to the doctor. "Lovers or family," he repeated, "and we're neither..." He seemed a little disappointed, not over the lovers or family fact, but that he couldn't do this for someone who'd helped him so much. "What about debts owed?" he enquired softly.

Allyndra shook her head in the negative. "And what debt would that be? There is none, what would any doctor do and especially for someone that person considers a friend."

"You still saved my life," Wintrow retorted as he finally took the offered seat and folded his hands in his lap, "and I would be happy to help you even if I'm not family." Dark eyes settling on her face, he cast her an imploring look. "Please let me help."

Allyndra did not have a psychic bone in her body but it did not take anything like that to see the intensity in his eyes and sincerity in his voice. She remembered something she had seen in an old Terran movie. It was not something that her culture did but perhaps might settle things. She made up her mind and beckoned him over. "Come here then," she said gently.

Wintrow need not be told twice and he rose from his chair, walking forward.

"Here take a seat," Allyndra patted the bedside. She then lifted her own arm and bit into the wrist. It was a long moment and then she released and offered the now weeping wrist. "Blood bond," she said.

Wintrow stared at the dripping blood as he sat next to her on the bed, gently supporting the offered wrist. "Am I supposed to drink?" he asked, glancing from the bleeding wrist back up to her face.

"Yes," Alyndra replied holding the wrist out.

Swallowing, Wintrow brought the limb up to his lips and carefully swallowed a few drops. He had tasted blood before, his own and plenty of it after a beating from his half-brother. And again when the Orions had tortured him, but this was different. Even the taste was different. After a few seconds, he looked up and covered the small wounds with his hands.

Allyndra was impressed. She had not convinced a single other that was not Akkadian to share like this. If he was only older, she might see if he was interested in being a lover but that was not to be.

She took his wrist and and turned it. This would the third time actually that she had done this. The first in the bar as an experiment, the second he might not have even remembered but it was to help take away the pain of his torture. She would not take much but perhaps the chemicals might lighten his mood again. Slowly and gently she bit his wrist. The tiny amount of blood on her tongue was delicious and she would have longed for more but that was not what this was about and she wanted more to put his mind at ease.

"There," she pressed her hand against the tiny punctures. "We are now blood brother and sister."

The teenager smiled, relief flooding his features. He sensed her lighter mood, and a truth to her words. He did not, however, look down at his own wrist, fearing he might faint if he did. "Do you feel better?" he asked gently.

"Tell you the truth, the bloodwine was pretty good and you should go enjoy the rest of the party. I need to sleep the alcohol off." Allyndra said with a gentle voice and a smile.

Nodding, Wintrow helped to ease her back on the bed and pulled the covers over her body. "Do you want me to stay until you are asleep?" he asked carefully, not wanting to overstep any (cultural) boundaries. It was too bad he didn't have his guitar, then he might play a lullaby to help her fall asleep.

"No, no, thank you. I do appreciate the attention though it has...well never mind, now go on go enjoy the party," Allyndra waved her hand and then chuckled. "And don't get into drinking contests with the Klingons. Oh I am going to feel it in the morning."

"I don't drink," Wintrow reminded her, while watching her in concern. "Raktajino will help with the hangover ma'am." He made to tuck her in then walked away, turning once in the bedroom doorway. "Sleep well ma'am."

"I will take your advice and thank you, now go enjoy the party." Allyndra waved him off. He was nice, young and had already had been through more than he should have. His gentleness appealed to her but she just mentally berated herself for the thought. "Sleep," she thought to herself, "got to be alert for the real games."

Smiling to himself, Wintrow walked out of the bedroom, then the quarters altogether and walked back to the party by himself.

[OFF]

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LCmdr Allyndra illm Warraquim
Acting XO
USS Galileo

ENS T'Vanna Murray
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Galileo

Cadet SO Wintrow Paragon
Helmsman (supervised)
USS Galileo
[PNPC Murray]

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