III: Two weeks later at Starfleet medical.
"...So anyone with any kind of naonoprobe infestation has been kept here for a minimum of two weeks for observations." Jubae smiled as she set a series of small containers out in front of Chartreuse, who laid comfortably in a hospital suite.
Tall narrow windows opened up into the evening sun on the bay of San Francisco, and from the Marin peninsula they could see the sleek and powerful skyline of the most important city in the galaxy. Subtle chirps ran through the room and sung like quiet birds about Chartreuse's physical state. A peaceful quiet chorus on a lazy warm afternoon.
"Thank you, Dr. Bova. I really appreciate the visit, and ..." she opened up the first plain looking container and smiled at the Andorian doctor, "You shouldn't have."
Jubae smiled back, and placed her cool hand on Chartreuse shoulder and said, "They were sent directly from your parents, so don't thank me."
"They couldn't have gotten them in here without hospital approval."
"Who said anything about getting approval?" The Andorian gave a blue lipped smile.
"Is that Ba'Taul?" came Faulkner's voice from the open entrance.
"Adam!" Chartreuse perked up.
The young man drew out a bouquet of brilliant crisp flowers from behind his back and walked into the room, "I picked these up from a florist on Divisdero. She actually grows them. They aren't replicated."
The young engineer took the bouquet and held it like a baby, "They are beautiful."
Doctor Bova stepped away and moved back toward the entrance to the room, "I have a few more patients to see still. I will talk to you later Chartreuse."
"Thank you again, Dr. Bova." The blue haired beauty smiled.
"Ensign," the Andorian nodded to Adam and began to leave the room.
"Wait." Adam stopped her and drew her attention to his rank pips on his neck. There sat not only the Gold Circle of Ensign, but also the onyx pip that showed Adam Faulkner had been granted a promotion.
"Lieutenant." Jubae corrected herself and smiled richly, "Congratulations."
Faulkner smiled at the doctor then moved towards the woman he loved. He knelt down beside the bed and moved the flowers away. He looked into the young engineers crafted eyes and felt a rush.
"I spoke with your father today." Faulkner said tooling at one of the blooms of the bouquet.
"Why?" She hadn't told her family yet of her feelings toward Faulkner.
"I am not genetically compatible, and therefor not an appropriate consort for a member of the ruling administration of Coridan." He quoted.
Only the sting of tears could reply for her. Adam reached out his hand and touched her beautiful and soft face.
"But, if I were willing to undergo a gene manipulation to correct my few 'flaws' just prior to marriage, then he would allow it."
"Oh Adam, I couldn't ask you to do..." She sat forward and came close to him, "Just prior to marriage?"
He drew out a small ring with a single brilliant stone set in the band. It was a dilithium crystal from her home world, a ring that he could have only gotten from her family.
"If you would do me the honor," the newly pronounced lieutenant junior grade dropped to one knee, "I would ask that you marry me."
Chartreuse looked stunned as Adam took her hand and slipped the ring onto it. She smiled as tears welled up in her eyes and she embraced her fiancée as the flowers fell to the ground and the golden light of the sunset bathed the lovers.