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A wee problem. A Star Trek 2009 Drabble.

"Scotty, I know you're really busy, but there's a problem with the replicator in the quarters I'm kinda borrowing from Pike, seeing as he's in sickbay, and because I haven't got my own." Kirk said, having finally managed to reach the engineer, it appeared that half the ship were trying to contact engineering.

"That's another replicator throwing a wobbly… Laddie, I know ye the actin' cap'n, but I can nay drop what I'm doin' to come sort ye oot. But, tell me ye problem, and I'll add ye to the already really long list." Scotty said, wiping his brow on his oil-streaked sleeve, leaving a smudged black line on his forehead. He had grabbed a PADD and was waiting to make a note of the captain's problem.

"My replicator has a glitch of some sort…" Kirk began.

"Right… what's it kicking oot?" Scotty glanced down at his PADD, not letting Kirk get another word in as he read a select few 'glitches' from the list he had already compiled.

"There's one on deck two that's been merrily away producing cups o' hot chocolate for two hours, after somebody asked for one cup, though, people seem quite happy with that, the chocolate's nay getting wasted. There's another one which isn't producing anything on deck five; the one in sickbay is spitting oot those pods o' saline eye wash a' random intervals. The big one the quartermaster uses is only prepared ta produce odd socks – regardless of wha' ye ask of it. Wee Chekov was trying to help me oot an' fix the one on the bridge, an' it soaked the poor laddie ta the skin with orange juice... " Scotty said, trailing off, trying to bite back a chuckle.

Plenty of systems on the ship weren't all that happy after dealing with Nero; playing tug of war between warp-speed and a massive black hole; and then riding the shockwave of the jettisoned warp core. The replicators malfunctioning were a pain, but not the end of the world. However, the life support throwing a fit – like it had done twenty minutes ago – that was a problem. Not to mention they were stuck going at impulse speed until the other federation ships arrived to tow them back home, though, nobody was sure when those ships would actually arrive.

"I might have been a punk as a kid, but somebody managed to bring me up to replace something when it runs out…" Kirk began.

"Aye, usually a good thing, Cap'n." Scotty was now rather lost, but humoured the young lad who'd rescued him from Delta Vega, imploring the young acting captain to 'get on with it' with his eyes.

"Scotty… I asked for a new roll of toilet paper, and the replicator gave me a bowl of tomato soup instead." Jim said, watching as the other man tried and failed (spectacularly) to keep a straight face.

"Laddie, ye can nay wipe yer backside with tomato soup." He stated, laughing, "That's the best one yet! I'll add ye to the list – but ye can nay be top priority at the moment."

"I get that, but I thought I'd let you know about this… glitch." Jim said, starting to see the humour a bit himself.

"Aye, I'll work on it, captain. Got to dash, too many things ta do, an' nay enough time or people ta get 'em done." Scotty's face blinked off the communication's screen, and Kirk looked down at the bowl of tomato soup in his hands. He dipped in one finger and risked a taste, finding it quite delicious… perhaps this glitch wasn't a total waste after all.