<br/>"How come whenever I hear that it's never something I really truly wish to receive?"<br/><br/>The CMO eyebrows flew upward at the Commander's words. "I'll try harder next time?"  He replied, his response both a question and a promise, then grinned.  He watched as the Commander's deft fingers flew across the control panels.  The commander's fingers were long, strong fingers--piano player fingers.  Warmth flushed through Darrin as he thought of those fingers for a moment longer that he should have.<br/><br/>"Don't tell engineering though.... they complain when people mess with the insides of the ship... you know how engineers are, the ships like the mechanical sister they always wanted,"<br/><br/>Darrin broke into laughter at the commander's words caused an image of Dun, kilt clad, wielding a claymore and a fierce expression as he protected the chastity of the ship.  Shaking his head, he continued to chuckle, though truth be told, he would run as though being chased by a ceti eel if confronted by such a Dun.<br/><br/>He nodded as the Commander explained what he was doing.  "Makes sense."<br/><br/>"Run your tricorder over this, let me know if medically anything has changed?"<br/><br/>"Yes sir."  Darrin grabbed his tri-corder and after punching in his code, scanned the cells he had removed from his own body.  As the readings came up, he began to smile.  Just to be safe, he scanned the cells again.<br/>"Looks like the cells are twenty-seven, just the age they should be."  He gave his Commander a broad smile that brought both dimples to his cheeks and lit the green of his eyes.<br/><br/>