Cory Stoyer heartbreak but a great sim

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((Stoyer’s Quarters, Deck 5, USS Gorkon))

 

(OOC - This take place after Cory is released from medical.)

 

::Cory stood outside the door to his quarters.  As the last days have shown, he normally would ask where Petra was better heading home.  But after everyone has told him it was past time they talked. He did not know what he was going to say, but seeing how mad she was when she came by medical, Cory was not looking forward to this.  On top of that, he was sure that the skipper would know what happened and a stern talking to was coming.::

 

oO Great, that was going to be fun. Oo

 

::Stepping inside Cory winced a bit.  Everything was healed, but sore. Carefully, taking a deep breath he turned and saw Petra moving around the bedroom.  He watched her for a moment. How she could look so beautiful with everything going on and looking in the mirror look so rough.  Knowing that he was procrastinating talking to her he called out.::

 

Stoyer:  Hey!

 

::She stepping into the door of the bedroom.::

 

Bjarnadottir-Stoyer:  Hi.

 

::Cory could feel her looking into him.  He had done a good job of avoiding her.::

 

Bjarnadottir-Stoyer:  I am glad you are OK.

 

Stoyer:  Thanks.

 

Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: Welcome.

 

::Cory had not felt a colder welcome ever.  For a warm and passionate woman, she could be very cold and distant if needed.::

 

Stoyer:  I….uh, think we need to talk.

 

::A smirk cross her face.  Cory braced himself for a blast from her.  Nothing came, that unnerved him even more.::

 

Bjarnadottir-Stoyer:  What makes you think that?  The fact that you lied to me about having feelings for another woman or the fact that you have been avoiding me for days.  Or to top it off you tried to get yourself killed on the holodeck.

 

::Cory hung his head in shame.  She was absolutely correct in everything, well except the part about trying to kill himself.::

 

Stoyer:  Look, what happen….

 

::Petra cut him off before he could even try.::

 

Bjarnadottir-Stoyer:  Cory, don’t. You know I hate it when you use those programs.  They are dangerous enough already, so don’t stand there and tell you weren’t trying to hurt yourself.

 

::Cory shut his mouth.::

 

Bjarnadottir-Stoyer:  I am so mad at you right, I can’t stand it.  So say whatever you have to say. I have things to get done.

 

::Cory looked at her again and noticed something different.  This time he noticed there was an extra “pip” on her collar.::

 

Stoyer:  When did you get promoted?

 

::Petra paused for a second before answering.::

 

Bjarnadottir-Stoyer:  Captain Brunsig promoted me earlier today and the Admiral approved it.

 

::That surprised him.  Well, it should not have.  Captain Brunsig always respected Petra for her abilities and skill.  She was part of the Yaharla Nine and even stood up to him at one of the legal discussion for him trying to take the fall for the entire group.::

 

Stoyer:  Why, would Captain Brunsig promote you?

 

::Petra crossed her arms over her chest and took a deep breath.::

 

Bjarnadottir-Stoyer:  I was going to tell you.  ::an awkward pause.:: I have been transferred to the Triumphant.  I am going to be Captain Brunsig’s Yeoman. I am headed over there now.

 

::Once again the sledgehammer welded by a large angry Gorn hit Cory in the chest.  It was everything he could do to stay standing. He looked at her.::

 

Stoyer:  What?? Why?

 

::Even as he said it, he knew why.  He had driven her to transfer. They both agreed that neither of them would hold the other back.::

 

Bjarnadottir-Stoyer:  You know why? I can’t live like this.  You are a mess and are not even trying to get help.

 

Stoyer: I’m f….

 

::Petra again cut him off.::

 

Bjarnadottir-Stoyer:  Don’t even say you are fine.  You are avoiding me. You aren't talking to me. You look tired and worn out. You haven’t been eating and sleeping well.  Yes, I have been keeping an eye on you.

 

::With that, Petra reached behind the door and grabbed a shoulder bag.  Hoisting it to her shoulder she walked over to where Cory stood and looked him in the eyes.  His heart is below his navel.::

 

Bjarnadottir-Stoyer:  Cory, I still love you, but you need to get help and get yourself sorted out.  You need to get your priorities straightened out.

 

::Petra reached up and touched his cheek.  He felt the warmth of her hand. Her eyes were on the edge of tears.::

 

Bjarnadottir-Stoyer:  The beard does look good on you.

 

Stoyer:  Thanks.

 

::She turned to leave.  Looking back at him one more time.::

 

Bjarnadottir-Stoyer:  Let me know what you want to do.  ::Her eyes got hard one last time.::  But don’t wait too long.

 

::Cory nodded and she was gone.  He stood there feeling nothing. Everything in him was gone.  He stiffly moved to the couch and tried to sit down, but missed the seat and landed on the floor.  Looking around at their quarters still felt nothing. He was hollow and numb inside. The tears would not come.::

 

Lieutenant Cory Stoyer

Mission Specialist

USS Gorkon

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