Counseling Review: Lieutenant Commander Alexander Roberts
Jenny of Oldstones
The Counseling Office was calm. Sorcha had two comfortable couches from her home as well as their two matching arm chairs, all were in a nice soothing cream colored fabric and along with the deep pile carpet she had gotten Engineering to lay, the room looked a lot better. Between the couches and chairs was a low glass coffee table with a small water feature. Her desk was against the back wall, along with a dark mahogany wood servery where she had a kettle and coffee maker along with mugs, cups and a glass jar of choc chip cookies. Turning she put the kettle on and pulled out the next file she had to review.
Lieutenant Commander Roberts, the head of Flight Control. Interesting. She gave his file a brief glance, and then hit the comm.
"Lieutenant Commander Roberts, please report to Counseling for your mandatory Review."
"On my way," Alex said.
A few minutes later, he arrived at the office of the ship's resident chief counselor and pressed the door chime.
Sorcha opened the door with a smile.
"You wanted to see me, Counselor?" Alex asked.
"Ah yes, Commander, thank you for being so prompt. Please come in. Have a seat, can i offer you Tea? Coffee?"
"Nothing for me, thank you," Alex said. "Now, how would you like to go about this, exactly?"
She waved him to a chair and sat down opposite him. "Well, as a rule Commander, I do not read people's files before they attend the session. I would like you to tell me about yourself."
Taking the indicated chair, Alex took a deep breath. "Well, let's see..." He gave a short chuckle. "I always wonder how to answer that without coming across as either boring, making it seem like I've got a huge ego, or sounding like I'm filling out an application for a dating company."
He thought for a moment, then said, "Married to Rebecca, three sons, Timothy, Ryan, and Justin. Timothy's getting into the dreaded teenage years, and Ryan is about to at a rate far faster than I'd like to admit. Career-wise, I spent three years in the Federation Diplomatic Corps as a junior diplomat. Found that the reality, while certainly very important, didn't quite measure up to the vision of it I'd always kind of had of the life of a diplomat, so I joined Starfleet. Currently on my fourth posting."
"And how are you enjoying the Oracle?"
"Trying to settle in," Alex said. "A mixed bag of stuff that's been going on - some quiet times dispersed among some crazy stuff."
"And isn't that par for the course for most Starships? I have never been on one where it was quiet all the time."
"Indeed," Alex said. "I suppose that some might say that they almost prefer things that way. Quiet equals boring, in their eyes."
"And those people are not sure how to live then?" She asked curiously.
Alex shrugged. "I'm not really sure it's my place to say," he acknowledged. "What say you, though? Do you prefer quiet or not?"
"A mix. But then, i have two children, quiet is... rather not an option." Sorcha smiled.
"As a parent myself, I understand completely," Alex said with an 'innocent' smile. "Even though, amazingly, I was most certainly not that way as a kid. My three brothers and I were the models of polite, well-behaved children, no matter what our mother might try to tell you."
"Uh huh. And as a Parent you know that is probably false right?" she grinned. "All children believe they are perfect."
"That is very correct. It's why our parents always tell us when we're young that they hope that we grow up to have children who are just like we were at that age, so that we can understand what our parents had to go through raising us."