Alexis
Black arrived at the Academy Psychology building earlier then usual the next
morning. As assistant director of the department, her schedule was always twice
as busy as it should reasonably be, and she had wanted to get a head start on
the day in front of her before the building was overrun with it's normal throng
of day to day activity.
Truth
be known the fact that Alexis even held the position she did was a testament to
her unyielding dedication to her work. Positions at the Academy almost never went
to civilians, let alone the assistant director of a major department. But, then
Alexis was a woman who seemed to defy all the usual standards.
At
just 35 years old she was considered to be one of the best in her field. Her
post graduate work with severe trauma cases had captured the attention of the
Academy's top psychology professor almost six years ago. She had used Alexis as
a consultant from time to time, both in her teaching career and her minimal
private practice ever since.
And
when Deanna Riker was offered the position of Director of Psychology six months
ago, she had placed something of an unusual stipulation on her acceptance of
the position: that Alexis Black be made her Assistant Director. Despite the
unusual nature of the request, it was decided that Starfleet could only benefit
from the collaborative efforts of two such gifted individuals, and permission
was granted for Alexis to be offered the position.
So,
with half a year already under her belt, it was safe to say that she was
beginning to settle into the job. She liked the work, she loved the people, and
most importantly, she adored her boss.
Alexis
had never had the kind of relationship that she shared with Deanna Troi with
anyone else in her life. In her early 50's, she fit in a comfortable realm in
Alexis's life, somewhere in between a mother and an older sister.
She
knew Deanna had a family of her own, a husband who taught Advanced Command
Strategies here at the Academy (curiously a favorite source of humorous remarks
on the part of his wife), and a teenage daughter. While she had never met the
daughter before, Deanna had told her quite a bit about Amanda, and she seemed
to be very much like her mother. She had met Will Riker on a few of his rare
visits to the department to take his wife to lunch. He was quite a handsome
man, a few years older than Deanna with blue eyes whose sparkle reflected his
easygoing manner and quick humor.
Family
was something of a novelty to Alexis, she had none of her own. Oh there had
been someone who had claimed to love her once, but that was a lifetime ago, a
lifetime of which she had almost no memory. All she knew was that she had been
abandoned by the one she called family, and betrayed by those who had claimed
to want to save her.
The
Riker family was different, at least from all she knew of them. Deanna appeared
to be madly in love with her husband, and he with her. The daughter was a model
child by most accounts, although Deanna seemed to be rather concerned about the
possibility of the girl finding herself in trouble one of these days. That
puzzled her. Why would someone as.....in control.....as Deanna Riker be so
unraveled by 17 year old girl?
Before
she had the chance to reflect on that, Deanna herself appeared at her desk.
"Morning, Lexie. Anything new and interesting tossed in our laps
today?"
The
younger women looked up with a wry smile. "Interesting, sure. But I
guarantee you, it's nothing you wanna here about." She continued as
Deanna positioned herself on the
corner of her desk, "Shelton wants us to evaluate the cadets in the Kelmen
case."
"Damn.
As if we don't have other things to deal with." True crimes were almost
unheard of on campus, and most of the Guidance staff weren't really prepared to
deal with serious trauma cases. "Well," Deanna sighed, "I guess
someone has to do it. I'm just glad you're the tram expert. But why not send
this to Fleet Medical?"
Alexis
offered the look of one who had been given her fifth fruit cake in one
Christmas. "Because I *am* the expert."
"Lucky
you. I'll be emerged in my lovely department reviews if you need to sound off
on it later OK? Oh, and Lex? Do try not to let this eat you, it will if it
can."
"Thanks,
teach. I'll do my best to remember that."
The
day turned out to be even more grueling then Alexis had expected. At least now
she knew why she had been given the case. Two freshman cadets had stumbled upon
another cadet, one Deborah Kelman, bound in a training lab that had been
deliberately set on fire by the former cadet whose place she had taken in the
roster after his discharge from the program. The young man had been apprehended
and was being dealt with by the proper civilian authorities. The two cadets who
had found Kelman had seen her earlier in the day and had decided (on Deanna's
advice) to turn their counseling over to Medical. Kelman on the other hand, was
entirely another matter.
At
this point she was completely unresponsive. There had been no injury from the
fire, but the abuse she had been put thorough before the fire was gruesome
enough to be called torture. Former tram expert or not she had her work cut out
for her.
Sure
that everyone had left by now, she buried her head in her hands and lay it defeatedly
on her desk. It wasn't until she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder that she
realized that she wasn't alone. "Should I be more worried about Debi
Kelman, or you?"
Head
still on the desk, Alexis mumbled an incoherent response before sitting up and
meeting the eyes of the woman who at once was a boss, a mentor, and a friend
and said the only thing she could. "Help me. This kid is so far inside
herself, I'm almost afraid that if I go in after her, I'll never get out
myself."
~Ineresting
imagery~ Deanna couldn't help wondering for the thousandth time if there wasn't
more to the young woman's "perception" then anyone knew. "Done.
You need me in there, I sweep my schedule, just say when."
Alexis
stood and began to gather her things for the day but offered a lopsided grin by
way of thanks. "See, I knew there was a reason you were the boss around
here."
Deanna
laughed. "Because they bury me under so much paperwork I can't draw a
breath to complain." Alexis laughed in a way she hadn't done in years.
Deanna felt the wheels in her head start to turn. "Why down you come to
dinner? You need something else to think about besides this case. A little
distraction could be just the thing."
She
started to protest but thought better of it after seeing the expression on her
companions face. ~What the hell? Where else is there to go?~ "Can you
cook?" she teased.
Deanna
reach for her bag and made a face. "Gods, no. I'm probably the only living
person who is actually capable of burning water. Will, on the other hand, does
things with food that amaze me to this day."
A sea of laughter followed them out of the building, giving no clue to the encounter that lay ahead.