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Date Posted: 20:11:32 01/20/02 Sun
Author: Orderly Dyson
Subject: "Doctor WHO?"

Dyson made his rounds as he always did. Helping doctors here and there while tossing out his own unique brand of sarcasm and, where the "hot" female coworkers were concerned, flirting. As far as anyone knew Dyson had no family aboard the Starbase, so nepotism was ruled out when the question of why he never got fired came up. Cavalier attitude aside, Dyson WAS good at what he did and his words were little more than words, his comments were more harmless than hurtful. Either that or he had been lucky.

Inside his office, Dr. Edward Antony rubbed the bridge of his nose as he swallowed another aspirin. On a day that started with him walking into a demonic crisis in the station McDonald's and ended with him grappling with some junkie while a bizarre alien visitor emerged from a coccoon nearby, neither incident contributed more to his headache than his verbal battle with former student Dr. Deborah Reed. It wasn't a battle so much as her sitting in silence through his own barrage of words, but the circumstances had still left him shaken. It wasn't that he felt he had said anything wrong--Edward Antony was the type of man who was ALWAYS right--it was her stubborn refusal to call Ensign Grey. No, that wasn't entirely accurate. It was the very fact that she might be carrying her former flame's child that angered Edward, who had more than a passing fixation on his protege. She was effectively rejecting him when she rejected his advice, and not even in favor of the ensign! Edward popped another aspirin as he wondered what Grey's new title was after his promotion anyway--he really couldn't be bothered to remember anything beyond 'ensign', or think of his non-rival in a favorable light.

"What do you blasted want?!" he snarled, slamming open his door in response to the rapping outside, hoping it was still that El Jarrun for him to vent his frustrations. Instead stood a very lost-looking orderly. "Well?! What IS is Dyson?"

"Um...yeah, hi, I'm Dyson...right. And that nameplate on this office says 'Dr. Antony'....only...well, I thought this was a supply closet and I've never heard of you so I guess I'm wondering...

Are you supposed to be here?"

Edward blinked, staring dumbfoundedly at the orderly, considering his renowned sarcasm. Dyson seemed truly flustered, and sincere in his inquiry. Either he had gotten into the medication, or it was something else. Edward beckoned him in, and locked the door quickly....

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Replies:

"Now then, just relax..." -- Dr. Edward Antony, 14:18:56 02/18/02 Mon
- "He's an odd one..." -- Orderly Dyson, 20:38:20 03/03/02 Sun