S03 Ep 04 Captive State (Incidental)
Timeline: Before "SITREP"; Enroute back to SB51
Treating Fleet Captain Somers had been no small task. After more than ten hours of surgery and double that so far of drug-induced sleep to help the body recover, Dr Jane Sinclair knew that there was still much work to do.
And no matter how good a doctor she was, much of the damage wasn't physical, but psychological and emotional.
She tapped her commbadge. "Sinclair to Arderne. Counsellor, could you join me in sickbay please?"
Lamia has been expecting a call from Sinclair at some point, with the Fleet Captain back onboard the ship they needed to discuss what she’d been through. “I’m on my way Doctor.”
Making her way to Sickbay Lamia offered a smile as she entered and greeted Sinclair. “Hi Jane, I think I can guess what this is about.”
"Indeed. It doesn't take a telepath to guess that one," Jane said with a smirk. "Have you read the reporting on what she's been through?"
Lamia offered an apologetic shake of the head. “I skimmed it but I haven’t had time to sit down and digest it properly. Give me the full details.”
Jane led the Counselor into her office and offered her a seat, while the doctor herself sat down behind her desk. "From what we could tell, Fleet Captain Somers was held against her will for a period of approximately two months by Nausicaans, led by a criminal called The Apostate. I don't know everything that happened to her at that time, but when we found her she was naked and lying on the cold, dirty ground, in a cell which appeared to not have any kind of refresher unit. Her injuries suggested she'd been beaten, ferociously and often. I don't know what other psychological tortures they might have put her through."
“Heavens!” Lamia shook her head, “two months of such torture could break anyone, I don’t know how she’s managed to stay sane through all that.” She sighed. “As much as I hate to ask this, are there any signs that she was sexually assaulted or abused?”
"No, thankfully," Jane answered quickly. "We looked for that, just in case, but it seems the Nausicaans would rather break you than violate you. I suppose we should be thankful that these weren't Cardassians."
Mia nodded. “That’s one small mercy, but two whole months of being deprived of basic Human rights as well as beatings...” she shook her head. “There’s only so much I can do here, you know what Starfleet will insist on.”
Jane nodded. "And there's one more thing. During the rescue operation, though I thought she was semi-conscious at best, she seemed to briefly become lucid and...well, she snapped the neck of her captor, whom we had in custody."
“Oh dear,” Lamia sighed. “So there’s a possible issue with buried anger and rage.” She nodded. “I thought I had a hard time with what happened to me, this is a whole new scenario.”
“You have your work cut out for you, there’s no denying that,” Jane agreed. “Was your experience comparable? I read some of the case notes but I don’t remember the details. If it’s similar though you might be able to relate and improve your treatments.”
“I was held captive alongside others from the ship, but because I was chosen for breeding they didn’t harm me, besides making my body give off pheromones to attract the male sex. That’s how Remington and I ended up conceiving a child together.” Lamia paused. “There’s not enough similarity to really compare. Though the mental side effects do compare on some levels.”
“Forcible confinement, degradation, I’d say there are a few similarities.” Jane thought for a moment. “Weird question, do the pheromones still bother you? Like, have you noticed male attention, more than normal I mean? Sorry to change the subject but I remember now that we discussed this a while back and something just came to mind.”
Lamia nodded. “The pheromones are still present but Doctor Cahill arranged for a repeat hypospray, for when my cycle reaches the point when the pheromones would kick in. I wore poor Chris out when I first got back aboard ship after our rescue, that’s when I knew I had a problem.”
Jane bit her lip to stifle a chuckle but expected her smile was visible under it. “Do me a favour and come see me next time your cycle comes around, before getting your hypo. I want to take some samples and do an analysis. Nothing intrusive, a few swabs of sweat and a blood sample will do. I don’t want to get ahead of myself but it sounds similar to a case study I read in medical school.”
Lamia nodded. “In that case, you might as well take what samples you need now, my cycle is coming around its due time the next few days. I’d say it’s already begun to have an effect, but I think that was the ritual I took part in on the planet that wound me up last night.” She grinned a wry grin.
Jane giggled. “My goodness. I’d heard some reports but not everything. What happened down there?” she asked as she gathered a hypo and some sample containers from the shelf.
“Well...after delivering Ginger’s baby she asked Mazal and me to enter a pool of sorts with her. Little did we know that we’d be sharing it with some sort of eel-like fish!” Lamia grinned. “They started glowing as they swam around us, it seems they prepare the females for the conception of the next generation. It was all quite odd, but it left me pretty...invigorated.” She couldn’t help but grin. “I’m surprised I can walk after the night I put through Chris through!”
“Oh my!” Jane said with a laugh. “Do you want something for sore muscles? Hold your chin up for me, please. This might tickle a bit.” She held a cotton swab, ready to gather some sweat samples, which typically contained high concentrations of pheromones.
“Sore muscles I can live with.” Lamia grinned as she raised her chin as Jane had requested. “For the night I had it’s worth it!”
The doctor gently ran the swab from Mia’s collar to her jaw a few times and put the swab in the sample container. “I can give you a hypo of one dose of simple pain reliever. But I also have a good muscle relaxant that’s in the form of a gel. Works great, and it’s even better when someone else applies it.” She stuck her tongue out at the Counselor and placed the sample hypo on her arm, painlessly gathering a few millilitres of Betazoid/Drax blood.
“Gel that works great when someone else applies it huh?” Lamia smiled a wry smile. “I would, but I think I’ve put poor Chris through enough already!” She laughed. “Can you do a hypo for me while I’m here? Save me taking it later.”
"Sure," Jane said. She went to the nearest pharmaceutical replicator and produced two vials. "This is the pain reliever," she said, putting it in hypo and applying it to Lamia's arm. Then she swapped out the vials. "And this is the pheromone inhibitor that Dr Cahill prescribed, per your file. It shouldn't interfere with the pain med." She applied the hypo, the telltale hiss informing them that the medicine was administered properly.
“Thank you Jane that’s great” Lamia smiled warmly. “Next stop is to speak to the Captain, see how she’s doing.”
“She’s still sleeping, but I’ll let you know when she wakes,” Jane said. “I’m hoping later today though. Stay tuned.”
Lamia nodded. “Of course, I’ll wait until you deem the Captain fit to talk.” She smiled at Jane warmly.
“And do let me know if you change your mind about the rubbing gel,” Jane said with a wink. “Like I said, good pain reliever, no numbing, and very slippery.”
“Slippery huh?” Lamia grinned. “Maybe worth considering sometimes.” She gave Jane a wry glance before heading towards the door. “Thank you, Jane, I’ll wait for your call.”
"I don't think it will be too long," Jane assured her. "I should go check on her. Talk soon, yeah?"
“Of course” Lamia smiled warmly. “Thank you, Jane.”
Lieutenant JG Jane Sinclair
Deputy Chief Medical Officer
Lieutenant Lamia Arderne