A Pair of Thieves

Who: Trisees and Wildflower
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"Someone explain how in the hell I got saddled with you on night
duty?" an exasperated Lawrence Trisees shouted at the air.
"What's so bad about this, Trisees?" replied Wildflower, flicking a
piece of rubber across the room at a medical chart displaying a
picture of the team. It hit Keto's stationary frowning face squarely
between the eyes and she casually punched the air in victory.
"For starters I'm not a doctor. I'm a smegging scientist. The only
thing I can perform is amputation, as you will soon find out young
lady," he replied, a larger piece of rubber bouncing of his forehead
and into a cup of tea he'd made.
"Calm down Lawrence, you're as bad as Keetsy Baby, you just need to
chill a bit," she said smiling.
"May I remind you of the day I broke your jaw?" he stated.
Wildflower went quiet and looked down at a magazine.
"Thank you."
Quiet settled down in the medibay as the on call trainee surgeon and
chief mental technology specialist sat alone waiting for someone to
enter the bay and request treatment. Trisees wasn't concerned with
healing. It meant nothing to him - Wildflower could dish out the
aspirin as far as he cared. He had more important things to think
about. Finding a way to save the former Chief Surgeon and Chief
Plastic Surgeon was the first. They'd died to save him, despite their
hatred of each other. That counted in his books. He needed to repay
the favour and he knew it was possible. He'd been to hell and back,
split in two, removed from existence for 12 years. Dimensional and
Temporal travel was a walk in the park to him.
However, he thought looking at Wildflower who was now humming a small
ditty that seemed to be insanity on loop, he'd easily prefer another
ten years in hell to three more hours with her. He suddenly found new
respect for Keto who had to deal with her on a daily basis.
The medibay doors opened and a man fell through, dropping a small
piece of paper from his hands. He coughed violently, small flecks of
blood spraying the floor in front of him.
"Help me," he said.
Trisees looked over, raised and eyebrow and said "I do hope you plan
on cleaning up after yourself, you're making a terrrible mess."
"Trisees!" snapped Wildflower, who had jumped from her seat and run
over to the stricken man. He wasn't wearing any uniform and didn't
look like anyone on the crew. She felt his neck for a pulse and
looked down sadly when she discovered that the poor man has passed
away. Whatever had hurt him had been fatal.
"Wow I've never seen a dead person before," replied Trisees monotonously.
"Have you no heart?"
"Once. Then I lost it," he said back, not listening. "Anyway, what
was that piece of paper he dropped?"
Wildflower picked it up and stared at it for a few moments.
"It seems to be a treasure map of some kind."
Trisees said nothing and merely looked at Wildflower blankedly.
"No really," she said. "It's got directions and everything! Should
we follow it? See what it leads to?"
Trisees sighed and rolled his eyes.
"What are you, 12?"
<to be continued>