He comes back for Punishment?
S1, E1: Uprising
Location: Mess Hall
Timeline: MD004 1705 hrs
Spenser had settled into his office, had even had a few of the crew stop in to speak with him. Apparently, the incident with the USS Aries coming forward in time had left some of their crew with questions. He had done his best to answer them and saw nothing worth reporting to command at this time. It was just normal type of things.
He had been off work for about an hour and had just joined the line to get dinner when he saw Chelsea come in and head over to where he was standing. "Evening," Spenser said with a smile. "How are things going?" He hadn't tried to approach her since that one meeting. She had seemed a bit apprehensive about him and he understood. She had more than herself to consider.
"He comes back for more punishment. And hear I thought the idea of me having a child, would have scared you away." Chelsea said. She was slightly impressed that he did not cancel this date. Most guys did.
“I am not most men,” Spenser smiled. “You will see that I am not that kind of guy.” He took a tray and set it down. “I wonder what the chef is offering tonight.”
"What kind of guy is that?" Chelsea asked, curious to hear his response. Was he feeding her bs, or being sincere. She was not sure yet, but she eager to find out.
“I am not the kind of guy who runs,” Spenser murmured. “Or who pretends he is fine dating a woman with a child. I am honest and straight forward. I hope that we will get the opportunity to date and when the time is right and you feel comfortable I will meet her.”
"Easy Turbo, first you need to impress her mother." Chelsea said, with a big grin on her face. She liked his commitment, but she was not ready to introduce him, to her little girl.
“I wasn’t thinking of meeting her anytime soon,” Spenser replied with sincerity. “I meant down the road when you are comfortable and on board with it.”
Chelsea felt that he was just repeating what she wanted to hear, the fact he said it twice, drew a little concern. She barely knew him, why did he want to meet her daughter? She shrugged it off, as her being a little sensitive. It was sweet of him to say, he would accept her. But she needed to accept him first. Before she even thought about introducing him to her.
“For the moment,” Spenser said with a smile. “Would you consider us going on a date? Dinner and a walk around the ship, maybe we can see if there is a garden of some kind on board if not we can use a holodeck for one.”
"How did you manage to get a holodeck reservation?" Chelsea asked, out of curosity. She liked his idea, but she knew, she would not be able to do what he wanted. She had responsibilities.
Spenser smiled at her. “First you have to agree to an official date and then if we decided on a holodeck date I would have to see if It was a available.”
"I want to say yes, but honestly, some of the topics you bring up are really concerning me. I am not looking for a man to be my little's girls daddy. I can raise her on my own. I am not a ticket to punch, to gain an instant family. If that's what you want, I suggest, you move on. Cause we do not need a man to complete us. We are good." Chelsea said, not liking how aggressive, he was being.
Granted he hide it well, with his charm and humor. But she was not a fan of it. She liked the attention from him, but she was not looking for a man to raise her daughter, or to replace her daughter's father.
Spencer’s eyes widened. “I apologize if I gave you that perception. Maybe I was over analyzing. I merely wanted to assure you I wasn’t the kind of guy who ran when he found out you had a daughter. I would never expect to replace her father or take over raising her. I am certain you are a good mother.” He shook his head. “Let’s just settle on friendship. I seem to have gone too far.”
"You want to try again?" Chelsea asked, as she reached out her hand. "I am Chelsea Grant, pleased to meet you." She said, offering him an olive branch. She felt bad, that he dug himself into this whole. But she did appreciate his sentiment, in what he said.
“Spenser Grant,” he replied. Taking her hand he shook it. “It is nice to meet you.” He was glad she was willing to be friends. Spenser was afraid he had totally screwed up.
"What brings you by, this wonderful evening we are having?" Chelsea asked, trying to give him a second chance at this.
“I am here to have some dinner,” Spenser said with an easy smile. He wasn’t certain what to say next but he went with what he would do if this was in fact a first meeting. “Are you here to eat as well?”
"May I join you for dinner?" She asked, with a big teasing grin on her face. It sounded very corny her asking, what they had already agreed too. but they were starting over, so she was playing her part.
“Yes, please have a seat,” Spenser smiled. “I hate eating alone.”
"What are you going to have for dinner?" Chelsea asked, with a curious look on her face. She was curious, what type of food Spenser liked.
“Hmmm,” Spenser replied. “I would really like some tacos or a burrito and the hotter the better but I wonder what my chances are of getting one here.”
"The replicator, can replicate practically anything. So the real question is, how good will it taste?" Chelsea asked, with a big grin on her face. She was trying to cute and funny. She hoped he appreciated, her attempt at humor.
“It won’t be near as good as the real thing,” Spenser smiled. “But nothing is if we are honest. I think I will take a risk.”
"What choice do we have, we are on a ship heading to the klingon border, we are all taking a risk." Chelsea pointed out to him. The risk of conflict and injury for the moment, was small. The Klingon's had been their allies on several occasions.
"That is a good point," Spenser nodded. "What are you thinking of having?" He was feeling much better now. There were times he tried to hard and now he was relaxed.
"Food, and you?" Chelsea asked, she was curious what he was going to choose. She hated saying it first, because typically the man would order the same thing, to impress the lady, in this case her.
“I am going for the burrito, ”Spenser said with a smile. “Talking about it made me hungry.”
"Sounds good, I want breakfast for dinner." Chelsea said, as the scene starts to fade away.