Dialogue from sims with Alison and Vickie

The next morning, Anreson woke up. She changed her clothes and went out to see if Hobbie'd woken up yet. She frowned confusedly, "It's all cleaned up..." She saw the note on top of the blankets, and went over to pick it up. She smiled as she saw the word 'doctor' scratched out.

"Amanda," he had written. "I appreciate your offer for me to stay the night, but I have to decline. I'm sorry I came to this decision after you went to sleep, but I think it is for the best. Thanks for going to dinner with me. It has been quite a while since I've gone to dinner with someone as beautiful as you. I do hope we can do it again sometime. Best, Derek."

She sighed and shook her head slightly, looking up at the door. She noticed his jacket had been left behind. With half a smile, she went and picked it up. "I guess we'll have to. You can't go about without a jacket."

She got her keycard, and her briefcase, put his jacket over her arm, and went downstairs to wait for her transport to the hospital.

* *

Back at the base apartment, Hobbie got up and took another, possibly the fifth or sixth cold shower that day. He finished, sighed, and headed to work.

* *

Janson silently walked backwards out the first floor apartment, closing the door as not to wake the girl inside.

She looked at her wrist-chrono, realizing she'd missed the first transport. "Okay, Amanda. You're officially late," she said to herself with a frown.

Janson spun around and clutched at his heart. "Doc, you scared me."

"Wes!" she smiled sweetly. "What are you doing here?"

"I... Uhm... I ... Uhm, yeah... What are you doing here?" He looked around, "and where's Hobbie?"

"I live here, and he's gone home. He left his jacket last night though," she held it up.

Janson looked at the jacket then smiled as he shook his head. "Good ol' Hobbie."

"I was going to call him when I got back to the city to let him know I have it, but I guess since you are here, you can take it back to him," she shrugged and held it out.

He held his hands up. "I'm not going to be seeing him today. I've got sim duties all morning."

"Okay," she folded the jacket back over her arm and looked at her wrist chrono again, and sighed. "I can't believe I missed the Transport..."

"I'm surprised he left it. He goes nowhere without that jacket."

She tilted her head curiously, "Really? How come?"

He motioned with his head, "I've got my old speeder. I can give you a lift and explain on the way."

She nodded, "Okay, if I wait much longer, I'll be too late for the first appointments."

Janson held his arm out for the doctor. She laughed and showed her hands were full of briefcase and jacket. He shrugged and walked to the speeder, and opened the door for her.

"Thank you," she said as she got in.

"No problem." He shut the door, then walked to the other side and hopped into the speeder. He started it up, and they took off like a hawkbat out of kessel.

Anreson yelped, and held onto the oh-sith bar. She never did like not having control when in a moving vehicle.

"Don't worry. I'm a pilot," he winked.

"That's exactly why I'm worried..." she chuckled, smiled, and let go of the bar to fold her hands in her lap.

"Hey, you're talking to the one who doesn't crash... as often."

"Alright then, Major," she laughed.

"So, what was it you wanted to know?" Janson made a sharp turn down a street.

Anreson fell into the door slightly. "You said that Der- Major Klivian never goes anywhere without his jacket. I was wondering why."

"It's one of the things that he's attached to. Like how some people have a favourite hat that they wear with everything, even if it doesn't match."

She chuckled at that, remembering the floppy one Janson had worn during his confinement.

"I have a necklace I'm the same way about," he moved to drive with one hand while pulling the silver necklace over his head.

He handed the necklace to her and she took it, looking at it carefully. It was celtic knotwork on a silver circle disk, with a 'J' in the middle. On the back 'Wes' was written. "It's... It's beautiful."

"I've had it all my life... supposed to remind me who I am."

"Never lose this," she handed the necklace back to him.

* *

Hobbie bypassed going to his office, and headed over to Dr. Anreson's. He paced up and down the hall her office was on, worried that she wasn't there yet.

* *

Janson pulled up outside the building, and stopped the speeder with a smooth u-turn so her door was at the sidewalk. Then, he put the necklace back on.

She let herself out. "Thank you for the lift. Have a good day."

"You sure you don't need an escort upstairs?"

Anreson shrugged, "I go it alone every day."

Janson sat up halfway in his seat and smiled. "Okay. Don't think me a fool if I wait here until I see you in your office," he pointed upward to where her window was. "I'm a gentleman like that."

She laughed, there was no way he could see up to her floor. "Alright, you can walk with me."

He hopped out of the speeder, and locked its systems down. He moved to stand beside her on the sidewalk. "Lead away."

She nodded and headed for the main doors, paused a moment for them to open, then entered. Janson walked beside her, hands in his pockets. Anreson lead the way to the lift and punched in a code.

The doors opened and she went inside. "How are you feeling lately?"

Three men entered the turbolift with them.

"I'm fine," Janson responded curtly.

She nodded, understanding that he wouldn't want to talk in front of witnesses. She moved towards the back of the lift to make room. The doors shut, and the three men stood between where she and Janson stood, and the door. Anreson thought nothing of it, as they had come in last anyway.

Suddenly, one reached out and stopped the lift in mid motion. Anreson's eyes widened and she looked from the men to Janson.

"Hey! What do you think-" Janson was cut off as the second man rammed him into the back wall. His head connected with the wall with a sharp thud. The man pulled a vibroblade and put it to his neck.

The third man turned to her. "'Morning Doctor."

"Whatever it is," Anreson said, her psychiatric training kicking in, "can't we just talk it out?"

"Talk? Oh no, Doctor. I don't want talk. I want money... jewels. Now hand it over," he looked over at Janson. "Or your companion goes bye bye."

She nodded fearfully. "I... I don't have much on me," she started taking off her earrings. Then off came the necklace, and finally a simple jade band worn on the third finger of her right hand.

Janson struggled as the thug who had stopped the lift, took his wallet.

With a falsely shaking hand, she held out the jewelry, but she had no intention of letting him have any of it.

The third man reached for the briefcase. "I'll also take this..." he touched Hobbie's jacket, "and this."

With her other hand, Anreson swung the briefcase up towards the thug's head. It knocked into his head with a sickening thud. She lifted a leg to kick at his stomach, but he twisted away, and it barely connected, only grazing his side.

Janson struggled with the one holding him against the wall with the vibroblade, trying to kick out at him. He connected right in that 'special' spot, and the thug went down. He turned to the other thug, at the controls, who had now pulled out his own blade.

Anreson swung around with the briefcase again, she missed completely as he ducked, and slammed the case into the wall instead. Mentally she reprimanded herself for leaving her vibroblades locked up at home since she'd started psychiatric work.

Janson kicked at the thug's arm, and barely missed it. He saw the thug swipe a blade at his shoulder and ducked out of the way from it just in time. He aimed a punch for the thug's face.

Anreson's eyes widened as the thug she was struggling with pulled back a fist. She swerved out of the way, and brought up a knee. Somehow she missed him completely, and threw up a hand to block a punch heading for her head. His punch connected with her face, splitting her lower lip, and snapping her head back to hit the wall. She dropped the jacket and punched at his gut, but he swerved out of the way. She growled and brought the briefcase back around, but the thug ducked easily. She was slowing down, she was tired, and her neck hurt like the sith.

The dark-headed pilot took a punch at the thug, and connected perfectly, he fell back into the wall and slid to the floor, unconscious. He turned to see if the doctor needed any help.

"A little help here would be nice!" Anreson called to him.

Janson went to jump onto the back of the thug attacking her, but tripped on the dropped jacket and slammed into the thugs back instead.

The thug turned to face Janson, and Anreson sent a kidney punch at him. She pulled her hand back in satisfaction at a solid hit, and a small cry from the thug.

"Nice shot, Doctor," Janson went to push the thug against the wall. He connected solidly, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, and slumped down.

She brought a hand up to wipe at her mouth, and pulled it back to see blood on it. She looked over to Janson, "I'm glad you talked your way into coming with me, Major."

"So am I." He picked up the jewelry and handed it to her. "You okay?"

She began to put the jewelry back on. "Yes... I think so," she winced as she nodded.

Janson took her head in his hands to examine her lip. "You've got a bad split there..."

Anreson took in a hissing breath, "Yeah, I do. I'll clean it up in my office." She waved a hand as she stepped away. "I don't know how this could happen. Security is usually pretty good around here."

He nodded and reached for his comlink. "I'll get security to meet us on your floor... Do you know how to restart the lift?"

"Of course," she pressed a button and, once again, the lift began it's ascent. Then she pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at her lip.

Janson spoke into his comlink. He turned it off and picked up the jacket and briefcase for the doctor.

"Thank you," she took the briefcase, then put the jacket over her arm, using the opposite hand to keep dabbing at her lip.

He looked over at her lip again, "Hobbie's gonna kill me."

"No he won't," she smiled.

"Not physically, but he will get me back. I know him that well." A thug started to moan, and Janson kicked him quiet.

"If you hadn't insisted on coming...." she sighed. "No worries, I'll explain."

*

"Excuse me, Major. There has been an incident," A security detail moved past him towards the lift.

Hobbie stepped into their path, "Any idea who's in there?"

"Major, I do not wish to restrain you, but please move out of the way."

He stood back, but stood where he could still see the lift doors.

The guards watched the lights count up to the floor, pulled out their blasters, and watched the doors slide open.

Anreson stepped over the thug lying across the doorway. "Ah, Security. These men are thieves. Please, be sure to tighten your watch so this does not happen again."

"Amanda!" Hobbie was shocked, "Wes. Are you two okay?"

She nodded.

Janson nodded, then helped the security people with the three thugs. The security guards got the three thugs and hauled them down to the security office on the same floor.

Anreson started heading to her own office. Hobbie walked beside her, "What happened?"

"Attempted robbery," she shrugged.

"Ah," he looked over his shoulder towards Janson. "What's he doing with you?"

"Major Janson wanted to be sure I reached my office safely. Oh!" she handed Hobbie his jacket. "You left this."

"Thanks. Sorry I left so abruptly."

She gave him a slight smile, then winced as it stretched her split lip. She dabbed at the blood. "I understand."

He frowned as he noticed. "You did get hurt." He tried to get her to turn her head so he could get a better look at her lip.

She pulled away. "It's nothing, I have a medkit in my office." She reached the door and keyed in the code.

Hobbie looked flabbergasted. "Okay. Well, thanks for bringing my jacket. I... I guess I'll talk to you later."

Janson looked over at the two of them, and shook his head at Hobbie.

Anreson turned and looked up to him, wincing at the motion of her neck. "I hope so."

Hobbie leaned against the wall beside the door. "Really? Er... uhm... so do I." He smiled.

She nodded slightly and put a hand briefly on his arm, then entered her office, leaving the door open.

Hobbie looked around the doorjamb. "So, how about lunch?"

Janson walked back down the hallway to the lifts, whistling to himself.

Anreson waved a hand for him to come in as she got out the medpack. "Sounds good to me." She pulled out something to clean the cut, winced slightly at the stung, then slapped some synthflesh over it.

Hobbie moved into the room. "Need some help with that?"

She ran a finger over the synthflesh on her lower lip, to be certain it was in place. "No. What time?"

"Uhm, when are you available? You're the doctor, not me."

She half smiled, and looked at her dayplanner, then over at the chrono. "How about noon?"

He nodded, "Noon it is. You didn't get hurt elsewhere, did you?"

She shook her head slightly, "No, not really, no. Maybe a few bruises, but nothing serious." She rubbed at the back of her neck.

"I may not be a doctor, but I am an expert on getting hurt. Anything I can do?"

Anreson nodded towards the cooling unit. "There should be an icepack in there, care to bring it over?" She sighed as she recognized symptoms of whiplash beginning to make themselves known.

Hobbie went and got the icepack out of the cooler. He brought it back over, and set it carefully on the back of her neck.

"Thank you."

He carefully placed his hands on her shoulders, feeling for any tense or pulled muscles. She winced slightly and he pulled his hands back. "Sorry... Didn't mean to...."

"It's not your fault my neck hurts," she sighed and reached for the medpack.

"I'll get it," he reached for the pack as well and their hands touched. He pulled his hand back, "Uhm..."

Anreson froze a moment, then pulled the pack to herself, pulling out some painkillers. "Yeah," she said quietly then took the pills. Closing her eyes, she sighed.

"You know, maybe you should take the day off and go get looked at?"

She chuckled, "Never tell a doctor to see a doctor. We make lousy patients," she told him as she turned to look at him, holding a hand on the pack to keep it the back of her neck.

He shrugged. "Just a thought."

"I thank you for your concern," the medicine thankfully began it's work. "So, I will see you at noon then?" She reached down to unlock her desk.

Hobbie nodded, "But, if you aren't feeling any better, I'm taking you to see my physician."

"Why are pilots always so stubborn?" she muttered.

"I don't know, but when it comes to injuries, I'm pretty stubborn," he grinned.

She looked up and laughed, "I'm sorry. Did I say that out loud?" she smiled sweetly.

He chuckled. "You have a beautiful smile."

She blushed slightly and finally got the drawer open. "Thank you. I'll see you at noon then. I really need to get *something* done this morning," she laughed.

"Oh yeah, sorry.... It's just that.... I'll go," Hobbie stuttered and stumbled out of the room.

Anreson shook her head slightly, and winced at the movement, as she laughed to herself.

Hobbie sighed after getting away from her doorway, then headed to the lift. "I need another shower," he mumbled.

Janson sat on the steps nearby, waiting for Hobbie. The Ralltiirian hit the button for the lift, then noticed his friend. "Have a nice evening?"

Janson stood, "I did.... How about you?"

"Thanks for the tickets. Just the entire squad was there. Along with half the Wraiths."

He held in his laughter, "Sorry man.... I just wanted to let you two get some time alone."

"We did... sort of." Hobbie looked down the hall, "She doesn't look like me, does she?"

"No, she doesn't. You're just not one for dating beautiful women."

"Yeah, I guess."

The lift came, and Janson stepped in. "So how come you weren't there this morning?"

Hobbie walked in, his hands shoved in his pockets. "Because she is a beautiful woman."

The doors closed, and the Taanabian leaned against them. "Come on, Hobs. Don't tell me you're gonna play the shy-boy with her."

"She's a lady, Wes. Not something to use and throw away."

"I know that, Hobs," he said while raising his hands in defense. "I've just never seen you succeed on the shy-boy routine. You're a pilot. You've gotta show her that you'll treat her like a lady, and that you aren't afraid to act more..." he leaned in and spoke as though he were telling the taller pilot a secret. "Self confident."

Hobbie leaned against the wall. "Me? I'm the one who crashes all the time. How can I be self confident?" He sighed, "I'm just going to crash and burn, as usual."

Janson shook his head as he leaned back against the doors again. "With that attitude, Hobbie. You've already lost her." The doors opened and he walked out.

Hobbie followed him, "What do you mean by that? You're suave and debonaire. I'm not."

"You don't have to be suave and debonaire, Hobbie." Janson went over to his speeder and cursed at the ticket on the windshield.

Hobbie leaned against the speeder. "Then what? How do you do it? I don't know what to do. She makes me feel so..." he shrugged.

"I don't do anything, little man," he told the taller pilot. "I just act like I know what I'm doing." Janson grabbed the ticket and threw it on the ground, hopping into the speeder. "Want a lift to Headquarters?"

Hobbie nodded and slid into the passenger seat of the speeder. "Maybe I'll do better at lunch," he groaned. "After a few more cold showers."

Janson looked at him, trying not to laugh. "I don't want to have to take you to the medbay for hypothermia."

"Yes, Hoth.... Must think of Hoth. Sith, Wes. She just makes me..."

He snickered and started up the speeder, "I can tell."

"And I don't know what to do!" Hobbie slammed his fist on the dashboard.

"Hey! Watch the finish!" he shot his friend a glare.

"I'm talking about my love life here, and all you can think about is your lousy speeder?"

"This lousy speeder is the only thing you're gonna have to be able to pick up that beautiful woman for lunch.... If you're lucky."

Hobbie shook his head, "You are so incorrogable. Thanks Wes."

"I try," he winked. "So, where you taking her?" He swerved into traffic, heading towards the military district.

"I haven't thought about it. I guess it will depend on her schedule. Maybe just to the cafeteria."

Janson pulled out his datapad and tossed it into his friend's lap. "I don't think so," he scoffed. "Look for a nice cafe near her office, don't just take her to the cafeteria!"

"Geez, alright." He picked up the datapad and looked for a cafe. He soon found a Ralltiiri one he had never known about. "Wow."

"What?" Janson leaned over to look.

They began to swerve and Hobbie grabbed the wheel, "Would you watch where we are going?!"

"Oh sith!" he got back onto the right side of the road.

"I would like to make it to lunch in one piece, thank you." Hobbie sighed, "Hoth, Wes... It's just a Ralltiiri cafe I've never noticed before."

"Oh. Okay... Nice touch."

"Thanks," Hobbie grumbled.

Janson made a quick turn off the exit from the speeder lane, and went to the Headquarters parking lot.

"Wes, I really appreciate your help."

He found a space near the Antilles' speeder, and squeezed in. "Not a problem."

"I'm going to go work on that pile of paperwork on our desks. You have sim duty, right?"

"Yeah... Wedge wants me to at least try to start flying again."

"Okay. Call me if you need a partner."

"I wish," he growled. "I get to work with Fel."

"He's not that bad, Wes."

"I know, I know." He hopped over the side of the speeder.

"Give him a chance, okay?"

He shook his head. "I'll think about it." He pulled out his speederkey and tossed it to Hobbie. "Have fun on your date."

He cought the key and chuckled, "Have fun on the sim."

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