Inbound: Blackmail

Who: Jenny, Keto and some other medical staff
where: the medibay
When: just after trisees left
***A new JP team has emerged, Cassy and Sean, playing the parts of
Jenny and Keto***
*Tagged from Previous post*
"uhh.. what was that?" Jenny asked, pointing to the door. "is it
common to see things like that?" she added, as the alien and Trisees
vanished round the corner.
Keto looked back over at the door spotting Jenny, someone who had yet
to pollute his already tainted medibay.
"It certainly seems so in this wretched place," he muttered. "Ok,
what do you want? Where have you been stung, what on earth is wrong
that you have to grace us with your presence?" he asked, pushing Efof
back downwards as the alien tried to sit up and check out who had entered.
"Oh no, i haven't been stung, but if thats your bedside manner, i'd
prefer to be helped by someone else" she said, looking to the others
in the room, who made themselves busy suddenly. Jenny sighed, and
stepped closer to Keto.
"It's probably nothing, but i've been feeling strangely sick for the
past couple of days, and i know i haven't eaten anything, yet i don't
feel like i'm ill."
Keto raised an eyebrow accusingly. He may have been grouchy, bad
tempered, moody, callous and cold hearted most of the time, but he
knew his medicine. He motioned to Jenny to his office.
"Step this way, into my office where we won't be disturbed and have
more privacy," he replied.
Jenny smiled in the way one would when a successful insult had been
said, being an assassin, she knew about reactions. "I'm sure you're a
good doctor most of the time" she said, grinning as she walked into
his office. Keto stepped in behind her and closed the door.
Keto glared at the big pink tree through lack of anyone else to
direct his frustration at and felt a tiny bit better as it rustled
frightened and bounded into the corner.
As the door closed behind them, Keto went over to a cabinet and took a
few utensils off the top shelf. He then walked back to Jenny and
handed her them.
"I'll just take your blood, some DNA and then I need you to provide a
urine sample."
"ok" she said, as Keto took the blood sample, stealing a bit from her
arm. "but to be honest, i don't feel all this is necessary for a
stomach upset" she said, but let him carry on anyway. After Keto was
done, she stepped into the toilet, and emerged a minute later.
"how long will it take?" she asked.
Keto looked over and took the syringes carrying the blood and DNA out
of a centrifuge he'd been running. He held them up to the light and
then opened a palm for the jar containing the urine sample.
"Just a few more moments," he said, putting the syringes in a small
rack, their red and blue dyes shining brightly via the powerful
backlight. Keto then squeezed a few drops of another liquid into the
urine jar and watched as the sample changed colour, this time to a
dark purple.
He smiled knowingly and leant against the table.
"So," he said. "Who's the father?"
Jenny went bright red, and looked at Keto.
"the..... father?" she asked, gulping. Thoughts of the drunken night
with seymour flashed through her mind.
"uhh..." she began, looking away from Keto uneasily.
"is it wrong that i'm not sure?" she asked, feeling incredibly
vulnerable, and feeling embarassed as a teenager who's mother had just
hugged them in the middle of a friends birthday party.
Keto's smile vanished and was replaced with the familiar,
condescending eyebrow raise he'd cultivated as his own.
"Well, it's not particularly right. Don't you practice contraception?
Or good sense?"
Jenny said nothing, looking away from Keto again, blushing.
"Anyway," he continued. "I don't really need to ask you because I
know. The samples give it away."
"does anyone have any sense after enough alcohol to remove any hint of
intelligence from you?" she hazarded, and closed her eyes, not wanting
to see his face as she asked. "wh....who is it?"
Keto smiled again. He had control. There seemed to be a nice
opportunity for blackmail here if he could just work out what he could
black mail with.
"I'm not sure if you're ready to hear yet."
"what?" she shouted, standing up. "what do you mean by that?" she
asked, then her face suddenly changed to become completely blank, as
she remembered the crew profiles she read before joining the crew.
"i'm sensing blackmail here" she said, sitting back down. "how much?"
she asked, bluntly.
Keto smiled. It wasn't often he got the upper hand. He walked over
to his desk and sat down.
"I'm not decided yet. I'll speak to you again when I've further made
up my mind."
"well then, i'll leave you to it, i'm sure you know where to find me
when you've decided." she said, getting up and walking to the door,
she could feel her emotions running wild, none of them would stay for
any length of time before vanishing, and being replaced by another.
Her hand reached out to the door handle, her other instinctively lay
on her stomach, as she felt a tear run down her face. "i'll.... see
you around then..." she said, her voice quivering slightly, not
knowing the extent of Keto's blackmail abilities. She gulped and
stepped over the threshold.
As she walked out of the office Keto felt a small pang of guilt. He
grimaced at the thought and then tried to think about ointment. Too
much time spent with his medicrew were making him go soft again.
He mumbled under his breath something about dropping rocks on old
ladies and went back to his work.
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