"Ding Dong - Bitch Calling

Posted on 23 Aug 2017 @ 12:35am by Chief Petty Officer Bianca Donati

2,083 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Errand of Mercy
Location: Bianca's Office
Timeline: Current - Day 9

ON:

Elva Joran Denys sat before her computer terminal, waiting for the requested subspace connection to be made. She had just learned some interesting information from her mother concerning her brother Alexei and a certain female shipmate of his and she was determined to find out if what she had been told was true. If it was, there would be hell to pay as far as she was concerned. Once the connection was made, she found herself facing an attractive woman who appeared to be In her late twenties or possibly early thirties.

"Bianca Donati, please..." she said.

"CPO Donati" she answered as the hail came in, but when the typical marine or Starfleet response didn't come back to her, she raised her dark eyes to the screen. She was surprised to see a Civillian symbol from Betazed on her screen briefly before a woman appeared. "Can I help you?"

"You're goddamned right you can!" Elva spat out. "So you're the bitch that thinks she's gonna get her hooks into my brother! We'll see about that."

"I am sorry...to whom am I speaking?" she asked softly as she straightened her uniform gazing at the woman who was spitting venom at her.
"My name is Elva Denys. I am Alexei Joran's sister and I understand that my brother has evidently developed an...attraction...towards you," she said. Her words practically dripped with venom and evidently hatred for Bianca.

The attraction was definitely mutual, and showed in the hint of a smile that appeared on her lips at the mention of Alexi. "Yes I suppose there is an attraction. We're both adults, after all."
"What I want to know is just exactly what you figure is in it for you?" she asked. "He's a lieutenant commander and you're a CPO - enlisted personnel." She said the word 'enlisted' like it was a disease to be abhorred. "What's your plan - to sleep with an officer and work your way up to a higher rank like a little trollop?"

"I also hold the rank of Lieutenant" she replied nodding slowly "But no I have no designs on a higher rank in the Marine Corps."

"Marine?? Oh, a ground-pounder. I thought you were Starfleet. Why my brother would want to get involved with a BAM I'll never know."

"I'm sorry...what did you just call me?" she asked softly trying to understand why the woman on the screen was so angry as to malign her in such a fashion.

"A BAM - means Broad Assed Marine for the uneducated."

"I know the acronym, I am trying to puzzle out why you chose that particular term to speak to someone you've never met."

"You want the truth? I'll give it to you but you'd better be sure you can handle it." She took a deep breath, then continued. "I know my brother and to be honest he deserves better than you. Evidently when he talked to our mother he told us about you. Seems he told her that you were Betazoid but from what I've found out, not from him, mind you, you're not a complete Betazoid"

"That's ridiculous." she murmerred "I am just as Betazoid as you are."
"Really? In that case, why don't you tell me what I'm thinking?" Elva said. "Or if the distance is too great, why don't you tell me what my brother is doing right now? Or could it be that you can't…"

Elva gave a smug look, feeling snd hoping that she had hit a sore spot with this little bitch.

Her face went icy mask as she hit on the one thing that she couldn't do. "He's in engineering, doing his job. Like I was doing before your...im sorry what did you need from me exactly?"

"What I need from you..." she broke off. "No, let me rephrase that - what I DEMAND from you is that you stay the hell away from my brother or I swear by whatever you hold sacred that I will find you and kick your ass from Betazed to the Paulson Nebula and back. Is that in any way unclear to you Miss High and Mighty Marine?"

"I suggest you tell him that, see how he reacts to being dictated to about his life by his baby sister whose never achieved anything but trapping a man by purposely getting pregnant. You think I know nothing about you? I also suggest you manage your own life and keep your nose out of mine. He could have a Tellarite and an Andorian in his bed and it would still be none of your business. "

Elva looked like she had been physically slapped by Bianca's verbal barrage. She quickly recovered, however, and went on the offensive again. "Ah, so you admit it finally!" She was almost crowing. "You HAVE slept with him! Just as I thought - you're nothing but a Starfleet slut, a Federation floozie and a no-class Betazoid bitch."


"You may continue to believe that if you like." she said cooly, her thoughts running in circles, that she was fighting to control. Hands trembling at the continued attacks.

"Why shouldn't I believe it - I don't hear you denying it. On second thought, don't bother denying it. I wouldn't want to make you out a liar on top of all the other things you obviously are." She gave Bianca a cold stare. "Maybe you're right. Perhaps I should talk to Alexei. if he's slept with you it might be a good idea that he go to sickbay and get himself checked because there's no telling what he may have caught."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing, or being accused of. If this was the cartoons there would be steam coming out of her ears, forming a giant question mark over her head.

"You know, I thought my brother had better sense than to get mixed up with a ship's rat..." Elva said. "but evidently not. I guess at this point the best I can hope for is that he eventally come to his senses and tosses you away like the piece of rubbish you obviously are."

"That would be up to him. Are you done? I have work to do.

"He probably won't," she said after a moment. "After all, he's always been a sucker for hard-luck cases like you. And to answer your question, I'm done - for now at least." Then, almost as an afterthought, she added "By the way, the next time you're back on Betazed, why not drop by and say hello to the monks at the monastery? You know - the one where you were left when you were little? They might like to see just what an effing piece of work you've become..." And with that, she sat back, a grin on her face, looking like a cat that swallowed a canary.
"Good" she answered and cut the connection. Her vision was grey at the edges and her throat was so tight at that moment that she couldn't even squeak. Suddenly the prickling of her uniform was too much, and she tore the jacket from her body, hearing the pins tick too loudly to the ground. Slapping the lightswitch on her desk Bianca was plunged into darkness. Misery tore its way out of her in the only way she knew, and the rhythmic sound of her rocking back and forth on the smooth decking until her forehead touched the bulkhead was soothing her enough that a whimpering sound could escape her throat.

Alexei had left his office in engineering, intent on taking Bianca to lunch. He thought she might be expecting him as he had commed her a couple of hours before and she had seemed receptive to the idea, so it seemed a bit odd to him that she didn't answer when he rang the chime. After a few times with no answer, he used his command code to override the door and wlked in to find her huddled on the floor, her forehead against the bulkhead. Rushing over to her, he quickly squatted down next to her and put his arm around her. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

She reacted by shoving him off of her violently before her brain realized that she knew this person, and trusted him. She couldn't verbalize an apology at this point but she did manage to reach a trembling hand out to caress his hand in the dark. Her little whimpers were still coming out of her mouth.

"What the...?" he managed to say as he was falling backward. He managed to steady himself with one hand on the floor to stop his fall as he reached out for her with the other. Her reaction and the whimpers he was hearing from her told him something was wrong - he just wasn't sure what it was. "What happened Bianca? What has you so upset?" he asked as he felt her hand touch his.

She couldn't say how she ended up in his lap, or when the tears started in place of the whimpers....but once they did they wouldn't stop. Sobs shook her body until she couldn't move except to tremble in his arms.

"I'm right here...love" he said as he held her close. It was the first time he had used that word with her and he briefly wondered what her reaction to it would be - or whether it had even registered to her at all. Whether it did or didn't was no matter. He loved her and that was what did matter.

"Did someone hurt you?" he asked. "If they did, please tell me who it was and so help me ill..." he left the last part unfinished because he knew that threatening violence was not what she needed to hear right now.

It took her a good half hour to calm down enough to sniffle and realize that her nose was clogged and that her eyes and knees hurt. "Tissue?" she managed to croak out.

He knew she kept a container of tissue on her desk and after fumbling around for a minute, he finally found them. Holding the container out to her he said "Just try to take some deep breaths and when you feel comfortable tell me what happened."

She wiped her eyes, blew her nose and tossed the tissue into the bin she used for waste. Wincing at the wet patch on his uniform she touched her swollen face and heaved a sigh. "Elva." she said softly thinking she might not need much more explanation.
The sound of the name brought him up short. 'Elva...' he thought to himself. His little sister. 'The Bitchy Beast of Betazed.' "What does she have to do with this?"

"Computer lights...20% and route message playback to my PADD." She handed the PADD to him and pressed play.

"She CALLED you?" he asked as his sister's image came up on Bianca's PADD. "What the f..." he fell silent as the video began to play and he heard his sister launch into a tirade. He listened to the entire video in silence, the only thing giving away just how angry he was becoming was the tightening of his jaw muscles. When the entire video had run its' course, he looked at Bianca, unable to voice anything for a moment due to the amount of sheer rage he was feeling toward his sister. Finally he managed to unclench his jaw enough to whisper "Honey I'm sorry..."

"I..." she trailed off unable to articulate "I wish.."

"What do you wish?" he asked. "Tell me what you wish and if it's possible I'll get it for you."

"I wish she was wrong about a lot of it..."

"Sweetheart she's wrong about all those bad things she said about you. Why would you think she's not wrong?"

"She researched me before she called. I'm...not a betazoid in their eyes. And....my parents...."

"In whose eyes? My mother's? She's not the type to judge you like that. In Elva's eyes? Who gives a flying fig what that self-righteous prig thinks. You're just as much Betazoid as me, or them, or any other person on the planet Betazed. And as far as your parents are concerned, that's none of anyone else's business."

"I...thank you..." She whispered and hid her face against his chest.

OFF:
CPO Bianca Donati
Diplomatic Officer
USS Redemption

and

Lt. Commander Alexi Joran
Chief Engineer
USS Redemption

 

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