JL | aCmdr Taggart - Lt de Borbon | "Starstruck"
First Force/Task Force Command - Inspection Tour
Timeline: SD: 241004.30
Isabeau had only suffered minimal injuries that fateful day on the bridge. Archer, Andros, and Taggart all hadn't been nearly as lucky. Rumor had spread that Andros had been whisked away by Admiral Roberts to heal and rejuvenate while Archer remained tucked away in his quarters to be treated in private for whatever it was that he had endured. The young officer almost felt guilty for only coming away with minimal bumps, scrapes, and bruises. Her split lower lip had required a single stitch to help it close and that was the worst of it.
And then had come the rumors of Flynn Taggart having lost an eye and still choosing to work when he should have been at rest. It was following up on those rumors that brought her to the bridge that evening and sure enough she found him sticking out from under a console. Kneeling down a hand rested on the Atlantean's broad back. "what can I help you with?" She asked the musician ever so softly and peeked her head under to try and draw him out.
Flynn kept his back to her as he worked, soon he would have sensors back up, the fighters were currently the only defence for the Enterprise and he was working diligently to restore them. He was the only bridge officer left standing and he had to keep going until one of the others returned to duty, and by others he meant Andros or Archer. "Nothing really just trying to keep us from being an intergalactic splat if someone comes knocking."
"Surely there must be something then, at least to cut down on time." Izzy replied and tugged gently on the Atlantean's tunic. "And then you can play me something and we'll grab a bite." Anything at all to gain his attention, to let him know that he wasn't alone, that she didn't care what had happened to him or how he looked. Perhaps saying that she didn't care was a tad bit overboard. It was that a sudden change to his devilish good looks didn't make a difference to how she regarded the talented Executive Officer.
Flynn sighed and came out, carefully keeping her view to the profile of his good side. The lighting was out on the bridge, only several mounted work lights he had ordered brought up giving light across the bridge. 3 Consoles showed life, Tactical, and helm appeared to be working, and science was not activated but a new console had been installed. "I really don't think you want to grab a bite to eat Isabeau, not with me anyways." His voice was bitter, almost resentful.
With a nod she reached for Flynn's chin, gently tugging his face around but not quite forcing him. "Sure I do." Izzy replied and managed a small smile. "Hell, I'll cook. Anything you want." His mood was easily read, the self pity and the self loathing that came with losing one's pride. However, the young tactical officer was less then ready to let him slip away into that dark realm of resentment.
Letting her pull his chin Flynn let his ravaged face come into the light. his left side was all but destroyed. His eye gone, the flesh scabbed and pucked as it still oozed in places. Tendon and muscle and bone at different points becoming visible and merging into a mosaic of tortured flesh. "I guess Andros is now the prettiest command officer."
For a second Izzy hissed an inhale, wincing as she saw the painful rendering of his otherwise handsome face. Never releasing his chin she half reached with her free hand towards his ravaged cheek and pulled away not just before touching him, not wanting to add to the injury or the pain associated with it. While the injury itself was gruesome, Isabeau was far from repulsed. "She's pretty, but she's not my type." She replied and stroked his jaw with her thumb, trying to comfort him.
"Yeah well, now she's sitting in sickbay getting put back together, right beside archer, hell Roberts is there to. Someone has to man the bridge, and there is no one else, besides, I broke er I have to fix er." He motioned around to the damaged nerve center of the ship. There was still a lot of work being done on more essential systems, the ship could be controlled right now from engineering. This was him trying not to think about what happened.
With a shake of her head, Izzy silenced him as best she could. "Roberts signed Andros out of sickbay. She's recovering at home and he's just fine. Archer's pretty much alright too. No one died and this wasn't your fault, Fly." She spoke softly as if trying not to spook him in his already upset state of mind. "Rest. You need it."
Fly sighed as he sat down on the console. "I don't even know if I could make it to my quarters right now Iynherrion, once i stop I am out of it for a while I think, never mind the date with the dermal regenerator." He closed his eyes and yawned, one was milk white the other red and bloodshot.
Finding her own feet, Isabeau again shook her head. "Enough's enough." She breathed and gathered his massive hands in hers, her lips finding his forehead, careful not to hurt him or touch anything that may be sore. "Let engineering come up and do what needs to be done, this isn't your cross to bear."
"It's not about a cross, its about taking care of my....." He searched for a word in terran that was suitable, the atlantean word lost something in translation. "Family, and it's about duty, engineering is busy, but your right, I need a break."
"I understand," She started and rubbed her fingers across the backs of the hands she held. "But engineering will get up here as soon as they know you're not loitering." Isabeau released a hand only to reach up and comb her fingers through his messy forelock, brushing it out of his eyes.
"Alright look, I have a dermal regenerator in the briefing room ready to go, let me just use it before we leave and then you can lure me somewhere, I just don't know if I can sleep, minds to busy ya know?"
For a second Izzy debated chewing on the man a bit and forcing him to take the long walk home -- but she knew better. "Very well then." She nodded and took a step and a half back away from where he sat, gently tugging the hand she still held to bring him to his feet.
Flynn walked into the briefing room with her hand is his, he got his hand away from her and spent 10 minutes running the regenerator over his face. There was no nerve or real muscle damage aside from around his eye, soon the wound looked like a very painful burn, this was an improvement. Cracking his neck he turned and looked at her with a half smile. "What now Iynherrion?"
Quietly Izzy had sat on the grand onyx table that made up the briefing room's center and watched him, carefully gauging his responses and watching him heal. At the end he'd been restored nearly back to tip top shape, but his eye remained milky and his injured parts red and angry. A bad sunburn, a little blistered, but over all a better picture then the torn apart mess he'd been rendered. His crooked smile made her own lips quirk. "You come here, first of all." She said and held her hands out to him, motioning for him to come closer as she wanted to inspect the work done to him. "Second of all you tell me what you said."
Flynn smiled in spite of himself as he walked and stood in front of her. "One down, a bunch to go, and as for that..... its a figure from Atlantean mythos. Not too exciting." He stood in front of her and questioned why he was getting butterflies in his stomach.
"I like mythology." She replied in kind and studied his face for a good long second. "I don't know anything about Atlantean mythology so you'll have to teach me." Her fingers fell against his taught belly, with her gaze shifting to his tattered tunic and the dust, creases, blood stains, and torn fabric to be found even beneath her fingertips. "What else hurts, Fly?" Izzy asked, once more looking up towards his face, this time waiting to read his expression, his response in wonder just how much more he'd been hurt.
"Just cuts and scrapes really, the top of the console exploded, not the bottom, honest, see. " He pulled up the tunic to reveal several minor cuts and burns but nothing serious. "I am otherwise in good shape considered."
Leaning forward, Izzy's lips pressed against the myriad of cuts and burns that marred the Atlantean's bronze skin. For a second her heart raced as she fought the blind panic that rallied and demanded that she quit while she was ahead and simply go back to work cold and alone with only her career to be concerned about. But she couldn't. "I see." She replied, letting her fingers trace along his well sculpted abs, leaning back only to study the cuts they came across in greater detail.
Fly's breath quickened at the touch of lips on his skin. Dropping his shirt, he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. He moved back a bit and smiled at her, not sure what her response would be.
Startled by the cloth and the sudden flurry of action, Izzy barely had time to register the kiss aside from the warm lingering tingle of it's memory on her lips. Looking up she found his boyish smile and her fingers once more found his chin, gently pulling him back down to her and his lips to hers once more with her own.
Flynn wrapped his arms around her as their kiss grew more heated in this moment, he didn't quite understand how this had happened, nor was he about to check the dentistry of that particular horse. His eyes closed and he simply enjoyed it, until they both came up for air.
"I don't do this..." Isabeau whispered, her own way of voicing the fear that plagued her that he may suddenly find her or think of her as something less then the lady she was -- and all the while her fingers slipped from his chiseled jaw to the buttons of his tunic. Her lips, however, pressed against his once again -- asking him, urging him in ways that the youngest de Borbon had never thought she'd be prone to. But he was different. He was a mystery... A stone pillar of pride she'd watched from a far and fell in love with one night in the lounge over the mellow sound of a saxophone.
"I haven't either Iynherrion, not like this." His reply was cut short buy her sliding his tunic off, as he began to do the same, his hands almost trembling. She brought out something in him he though died on a shuttle a long time ago. A hand reached out and touched the door, long enough to lock it only before returning to her body.
With that, Izzy knew she was safe and secure and wouldn't find herself ridiculed or chalked up to just another notch on the Atlantean's bed post. With her tunic gone she shivered and pressed herself to the warmth of his skin, careful not to aggravate any of his wounds as she moved only to undo his belt and to drop a kiss to his chest -- over his heart that she could feel beating away beneath her lips. "Ever..." She reiterated in a whisper, his touch sending shivers along the length of her spine. If ever there could be heaven and hell she'd found them both on the very same day.
Fly had said that his mind was to busy to sleep to worried with events and the creature they had encountered, now not a damn bit of it mattered. Right now the only thing that mattered was the woman in his arms as they slowly sank to the floor, and for a time, found sanctuary within each other.
aCmdr Flynn Taggart
Lt Isabeau De Borbon