The Truth is Power
The Encounter 3X03
Location: Farragut's Quarters USS Endeavour
Timeline: MD 3 - 0400 hrs
Jack walked to the Captain's quarters determined to see the ship's Commanding Officer. He had to find out the truth about Bea or was he just paranoid, crazy or both. If he was right the the Captain, and the ship were in very real danger.
Jack sighed deeply to center himself. He had not been able to sleep since the encounter with Bea and on top of that he was worried that he was going crazy. Jack pushed those thoughts down deep and rang the door chime.
The door chime woke Greg from his slumber. Passed out on the couch still in his uniform, he sat up and rubbed his eyes. It had been over thirty-six hours since he last slept. He didn't dare check the time. "Christ almighty, the ship better be falling apart," Farragut grumbled.
"Come in." He got up and made his way to the replicator.
Patton stepped in and snapped to attention. "Sir, I apologize for disturbing you at this late hour. But this could not wait. After our talk when I first arrived I felt that someone should know. I believe a member of your crew has been taken by the parasites. Sir..."
"Are you referring to Lieutenant Kerion?" Farragut commanded the replicator to produce a cup of coffee. It materialized in a swirl of light seconds later. "Or is this someone else?"
Jack was momentarily taken aback at the mention of another crew member's name. Perhaps this had spread, perhaps Jack was wrong. But Jack would rather be wrong then be right and not have spoken out. "Someone else sir... I believe Lieutenant Junior Grade Power has been taken by the parasites Sir"
"The name doesn't ring a bell, but what makes you say that, Lieutenant?" He retrieved his coffee from the replicator and held it in both hands.
Jack's face showed the minor embarrassment. He just realized that he will have to tell the Captain where he was when he came to this conclusion. Jack swallowed those feelings for the moment and squared his jaw. "Well sir, she is the Assistant Chief Medical Officer. I was in her quarters having dinner. There was some strange goings on. Certain things she said or things that she did that made me think to what you showed me when I first arrived. For example sir, she prepared this delicious meal and when we sat down to eat she proclaimed that she was starving. Yet she never touched a bite... There were other actions that further my hypothesis. I realize that I could be out of line here or off the mark, but I feel I would be remiss in my duty if I didn't speak up immediately."
"I'm going to need more than a difference in culinary taste to force an examination on someone. Especially if you put this together on a date?" Greg sipped at his coffee and stared the Lieutenant down. "So what else have you got other than someone without an appetite."
"Sir, I understand that... In a way you put your finger right on the button. It was a date a first date. Typically on a first date there is a lot of getting to know you questions. Whenever, I would ask a question there was a pause and then a very evasive answer. The answer wasn't evasive in the way that someone might answer if they wanted to simply not tell you something. It was evasive as in vague, like she didn't remember her own history." Jack had been pacing the room as he spoke, and now he stopped. Jack looked at the Endeavour's commanding officer directly in the eye. "Sir, I know that we have not known each other too long. However, in my experience I have learned to trust my gut. Right now my gut is screaming that something is simply not right here."
Farragut took another sip of his coffee. "Maybe she didn't like your questions?" Greg held up a hand before Jack could answer. "But I take your point. Lack of memory and disassociation are the warning flags for infection by the parasites. What would you propose we do, Lieutenant?"
"Well I think that would depend upon if we want to tip our hand or not. We could simply have her beam somewhere. You said that the transporters could detect these parasites. If she tests clean then no harm no foul and I am simply a paranoid Marine. If she tests positive then we not only have the confirmed suspicions but we would have one in our grasps. I am sure that Lieutenant Beauvior has informed you of the methods that we devised in getting the parasites to vacate hosts. Well, we could drug her..." Patton had reached the point that he would do anything to make sure that the Federation was protected. However, this thought that she was in danger and that she needed him kept nagging at him. He hoped that the Commander understood.
Greg thought about the suggestions and shook his head. "We aren't drugging anyone. Not yet at least." He let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You manage a look at the back of her neck?"
Jack blushed for a moment. "No sir, not a look. There was a point where I, ummmm had my hand on the back of her neck." Jack reddened more, he hated having to tell Farragut this. But if the ship and Bea were in danger he had to know.
"Spit it out. Now." Farragut's face darkened.
"We were kissing and I placed my hand on the back of her neck and felt what I thought was an insect bite at the time. However, now I am not so sure. Sir I will do whatever it takes to rid her of the parasite." Greg's order snapped Jack back to himself and he gathered himself to attention and spoke.
"Just get her into Sickbay for an examination." Farragut ordered with an exasperated sigh. "Don't make a fuss about it. Use the transporter if you have to, but whether you're right or wrong, the details of this revelation won't stay quiet forever."
"Aye sir, I will get it done straight away!" Jack replied. The anguish that was on his face momentarily had been replaced with steely resolve. Now that there were orders to follow. Jack didn't know what would happen with Bea, but he knew that he would save her from whatever hell she was in. If there was a hell to save her from.
Commander Greg Farragut
First Lieutenant Jack Patton
The Kingsmen, USS Endeavour