Women's faults, Men's lack of understanding

Posted on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 8:06pm by Dixoho Saa (*)
Edited on on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 8:06pm

Mission: Mission 1 - Bridges
Location: Deck 3 - Ward room
Timeline: MD 28 :: 12:00
1760 words - 3.5 OF Standard Post Measure

Now that his conversation with Reuben was completed, Talon sought out Dixoho. The girl seemed to have something on her mind when she had crashed their conversation in sick bay. Fortunately, Joss knew where he'd find her. The same place he saw her the last time. She'd be sitting, observing the station, watching people.

Talon entered the lounge, got himself a quick sandwich, then walked to the table where she sat. Clearly, she seemed deep in thought. It was something Talon secretly wished: To be able to understand the way women thought. He'd be a fortunate man if he understood the thought pattern of every female he met. He would be a happy man.

Quietly, Talon sat across from her. Not sure if he should invade her thoughts, he silently took a bite of his sandwich. Dixoho looked up from her day dreaming and looked at him silently taking him in.

"Can I help you Doctor?" She asked drinking her herbal tea.

Doctor? Since when does she call me that? Talon quickly began reliving the past few days in his mind, wondering why Dixoho seemed mad. Did he do something to her when he was drunk and forget about it? He did storm out the other day, but didn't verbally or physically attack her. Why the sudden coldness?

"You came looking for me, Dixie," he reminded her with a warm smile. Dixoho looked away and nodded remember.

"Oh yeah sorry... Something turned up on the gangway for you." She muttered. "Nuhon has it." Talon sat back in his seat. He was used to Dixoho being quiet, but she was opening up. For some reason, she seemed in defensive mode. She seemed to be walking him out, like she has many times before he felt.

"Okay Dixie," Talon levelled with her. He cocked his head to the side, his earring dangled at an angle from his neck. "I've done something that hurt you, but I seriously don't know what it was. Can you help me understand?"

"No you haven't." She said firmly. She didn't want this conversation, she had agreed to pass the message on to Talon because the secretary had been so busy.

Okay, I haven't. So, why the Andorian home world treatment? Suddenly, Joss wasn't hungry. He pushed the plate away, intent on Dixoho.

"I was hoping we'd be able to talk about anything, Dixie." He tried a different tactic. "We had become friends over the last few weeks. But now it seems we're back on the first quadrant. I ask you, why?"

Dixoho sighed and carried on eating her sandwich, nothing turned her off of her lunch especially men. She was used to being rejected. "Pick a subject then?" She offered looking him straight in the eyes. How could he not see how foolish he was being? Talon hated the coldness. If looks could kill, Joss felt there's only be a grease spot where he was currently sitting. If he hadn't truly cared, Talon would just throw up his hands and walked away. But he did care; it was part of his makeup. He was a caring person. Joss' grandfather had instilled that within him.

"Okay Dixie," Joss agreed. "How's the nasal spray working?" It was a reminder that he was there to help out and would continue to be there in the future.

"Better I believe. I'm able to breath a little better and I took your advice about fresh air... Kinda hydoponic bay." She had at least listened and taken his advice even if he hadn't taken hers. That was a good sign. At least she seemed to trust him as a doctor. Something kept nagging at Joss. He kept telling himself that people that didn't get angry didn't care. He cared about Tabs and got angry at the news she had a husband. So, the fact that Dixoho was angry was good to a certain extent. She did care. What he did, Joss was still searching his memory banks to solve.

"Good...good," Talon remarked with a smile. "We'll check it out thirty days after you started it. See how it's going. Hopefully, some of that will be broken up and gone."

Suddenly remembering his conversation with Reuben, "I got some good news today."

"Oh?" She wondered sipping on her cool water. She stared at him intently for a moment before looking away again.

Why can't she look at me? Joss seemed to never understand women. No matter how he tried, he never understood their logic. Their emotions were not much better. Throw several of them together and it multiplied. As a doctor, he understood how when women are grouped together, their monthly schedule synchronized. There were enough ladies on the Rosie that they would drive the men nuts when that happened.

"It seems Jefferson has disappeared and isn't returning," Joss explained. "I'm now the head doctor, well not the psychologist," he laughed, "but I guess in StarFleet terms, I'm Chief Medical Officer." The woman smiled a little. She was happy for him despite being mad.

"Congratulations. You deserve it." She assured quickly hoping he knew she meant it. No one else had helped out as much as he had by half.

"Thank you Dixie," Joss humbly stated. "That means a lot coming from you."

"You are just being sweet." She said softly keeping her gaze firmly on the station. She realised she would miss views of seeing people going about there normal lives.

Talon laughed at the compliment. Finally, a positive thought. It was like pulling teeth with her. But, he may not have liked her as much without the fire, matching her hair. The spiciness is what drew his attention to women. It was what attracted him to Tabs.

"Well, I admit I'm a nice guy," he joked, "but I tell the truth."

"You are a nice guy... Too nice for this ship I feel." She admitted truthful. He laughed at her words. He was basically a good man. But when it came to StarFleet and the Federation, whom they served, all niceties were off. It's why he found it so easy to con the doctors on the station so that Erim could steal technology for their sick bay.

"I do have my good days and my dark days, just like everyone else," he claimed. "How do you think we got the items we now have in sick bay?"

"For the greater good." She murmured softly looking at him calmly. It was hard to be angry at him.

"Define the greater good, my dear Dixie," Talon suggested. "I'm sure StarFleet would give s different definition. Like that old saying about beauty in the eye of the beholder. And they'd be the first to say that their opinion is the only one that matters."

"When does my opinion count?" She wondered rising to her feet. Her shirt lifted showing a tattoo as she stared down.

Talon was startled by the sudden short outburst. He looked up at her, his brow raised. "Your opinion matters to me, Dixie," Talon admitted. "You're my friend. Someone I admire. Someone who challenges me and will likely hold me accountable so I don't swerve from the task at hand."

"It didn't last time." She shot before covering her mouth. "Forget it." She whispered grabbing up her empty plate and glass. Opinion? The last time, Dixoho had just given him information about Tabs. The information caused him to go into a spiral of drunkenness. He had lost several days in the meantime. Almost lost Tabitha. Would have if he had said much of what he thought while he drank himself useless.

"Why do you think I was missing, hiding in my office in a drunken stupor the past few days?" he asked. "Thankfully, Tabitha looked through the alcohol and explained that she doesn't want to get back with him. She just wants closure," he grinned. "Why don't you like Tabs, Dixie?"

That question has been bugging Talon. As far as he knew, Tabitha had done nothing to Dixoho. She seemed fine with her as she gave Tabitha and Talon a tour. Maybe it was the way Reuben and Tabitga sort of sparred in words when they had met for the first time. No one talks to her man like that besides her. The thought amused Joss; inwardly he laughed.

Dixoho shook her head at him and moved away throwing her dish and cup on top the table to be washed. “You asked for my opinion on her and I gave it to you then you ran off making me feel like crap because I hurt you... If you want to sleep with a married woman that is your beef but I don’t like her I think she is rude to everyone, no respect. You weren’t there the day we put that stupid woman on the bow...” She looked at him completely clueless.

She's full of fire today, Talon thought. "I appreciate the truth, even though it hurt. That's what makes you a good friend. You're not going to withhold something from me, just because it may hurt. That's what I expect from someone that's got my back. It's what I expect from a friend."

“I get it you don’t see it but don’t ask my opinion.” She told him turning away heading out the door.

Talon grinned as he shook his head, causing his earring to sway back and forth with the rhythm. Thank you Dixie; Feisty Fiery Dixie. It's matches your hair. He chuckled, knowing this friendship would be an interesting one. It would have ups and downs, with fire coming from Dixie, all the while tickling his fancy.

She saw the grin as she glanced back and it incensed her more. She threw up her hands with a sigh and walked out the room.

Talon realized that both women in his life were similar in that regard. Both were feisty, which would explain why the rubbed each other against the grain. He thought the fire was attractive. Talon couldn't stand a woman that just stood by, allowing others to walk all over them. He saw too much of that during the Occupation.

Dixoho walked off fuming still. She wanted to scream but she would just hold it in, she didn't need anyone.

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Dixoho Saa
Astrometrics Officer
SS Mary Rose

Talon Joss
Doctor
SS Mary Rose