1 month later
Lee knocked lightly on the open office door, and watched as Lyndon winced slightly from bending over to drop some files into a box.
"How are you feeling?" he asked as Lyndon slowly straightened up and leaned against the desk.
"Oh, you know, it only hurts when I breathe."
"You don't have to do this right now. I'm sure it can wait; you're still on medical leave for the next two months at least," offered the Captain as he indicated the moving boxes spread across the office.
"I'd rather spend my recovery time at home and besides, I have my old position waiting for me whenever I'm ready. It's easier to move the kids back home now rather than later."
"You already have your position back?" Crane couldn't keep the surprise out of his voice.
"Never really lost it," Lyndon smiled knowingly, "nobody expected this to be a permanent thing; though I suspect I lasted longer than most people thought I would."
"If it means anything to you; despite everything, I think you would've been a good exec - hell you were a great exec."
Davenport's smile widened a little more. "It wasn't my skills that were ever in question; it's just you have a reputation of being a bit of an ass to new guys."
The former exec paused for a moment before continuing, "So, Nelson saved the day. If I'd know he was going to pull a rabbit out of his hat at the eleventh hour I would have reconsidered getting shot."
An oddly comfortable silence filled the room. Lyndon, less than gracefully, proceeded to drop items into the various boxes that were scattered around the office in an effort not to further aggravate his injury. Crane had mixed feelings about their newest crewman; sure he was a pain in the ass, but he was their pain in the ass. He had risked everything in an effort to bring down Alexi, and now he was leaving to go back to his old crew.
"I heard Logan got away," mentioned Davenport.
"Yes; when Patterson and Riley went back to the storage centre you stashed him in, they found he'd escaped."
A serious expression crossed the former exec's face. "Are you worried?"
Lee had been trying not to dwell on all the things that Logan could be up to now that he was free from prison. There was a very good chance that the man would take the death of his brother and the imprisonment of his daughter very personally.
"If he is going to try anything, it will take time to get organized. Being locked up for the last four years should have kept him out of the loop. With any luck, while he's trying to re-establish contacts and make plans, ONI will be able to track him down and put him back where he belongs."
"One can hope that something will go right. How are Nelson and Morton doing?"
"Jamie released the Admiral from Med-bay two days ago with strict orders to stay at home and rest; but if he must be at work, to be restricted to very light duty."
"How's that working out?"
"Let's just say, it's not going Jamie's way. Chip got the final clearance to return to unrestricted duty; and in another month when the Admiral's given the all clear, we'll be back to one hundred percent."
Lyndon just finished putting the last book in a box when Chip arrived.
"I've got two crewmen coming to load these boxes in a delivery truck later. The office is officially yours again," informed Lyndon.
Davenport made his way to the door as Lee said, "maybe we'll see you around."
"God, I hope not!" Lyndon replied, then whispered to Chip as he passed, "you can keep him; I'm outta here."
Chip patted Lyndon on the shoulder as he left, and moved to sit down at what was once his desk again; it felt good to be back.
"What did he say to you?" asked a curious Captain.
"Nothing, Lee." Chip began to open his desk drawers. Much to his surprise everything was exactly the way he had left it - all of his supplies were back in the right drawer, all of his files were in their correct place; even the paper clips were organized the way he liked them. It was a far cry from the organization system he saw Davenport had implemented when he occupied the office. "Looks like things are back to normal."
Riley nervously clenched and unclenched his hands as he walk down the hall. He had received his official summonses when he arrived at NIMR, ten minutes late, again. He rapped lightly on the door and heard the bark to come in.
Chip Morton was gladly waiting in his office to read the riot act to the young crewman. It was the usual, nothing Riley hadn't heard before and was sure he would hear again at some point; but this time it was music to his ears. He never thought he'd be so happy to hear one of the exec's rants. Riley never realized how much he'd missed them, until he thought they would never see Morton again; it just wasn't the same or as reassuring to be lectured by anyone else.
At the conclusion of the lecture Riley asked, "permission to speak sir?"
"Go ahead," nodded Chip.
"It's good to have you back Mr Morton."
A smile spread across the exec's lips, "It's good to be back. Dismissed."
(sereis 5 of 5)
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