Disclaimer: I absolutely do not own Star Trek:Enterprise and I think we all know it.

A/N: Just a little random fun written during a sprint. Set Pre-Enterprise and during the NX-Program.

Special Talents:

The out of control laughter going on around the hanger bay was enough for Erika to be suspicious about on a normal day. Today was anything but a normal day, even for the NX-Team. Today they'd hit another road block in the program, but the team was also due a three day weekend starting in two hours. By the end of the break they all hoped that the program could push forward with several sets of fresh eyes, so she wasn't too surprised to find the team beginning to let down their hair already. With this particular team of pilots 'letting down their hair' could be dangerous though.

"And that, darlin', is why you always use kneepads."

The horrible southern drawl was enough to make Erika want to cover her ears. She wasn't surprised though. Very little surprised her anymore when this batch of pilots got together.

"Now, what else you got to remember is to never go down to Mardi Gras in New'Leans without the right amount of spare jackets..."

"That's the worst accent I have ever heard, Archer," she heard A.G. say between bouts of laughter.

Once she was in visual range she saw Duvall with his face in his hands as he tried to control his laughter and A.G. laughing outright as Jonathan pretended to straighten what she assumed was supposed to be a bunch of beads around his neck.

"I happen to think I do a wonderful New'Leans accent," he said, obviously trying to keep up the accent.

He was failing miserably.

"You might want to re-think that, Jonathan," she comment dryly as she crossed her arms and smirked at the gathered group. Jon straightened up almost instantly, a faint blush tinting his cheeks, while A.G. continued to laugh. "Your accent needs as much work as your basic English."

"Maybe it would sound better if he wore those pants," A.G. commented, trying to sound serious. "You know...the purple ones."

Erika bit back a chuckle as she remembered the photo that had circulated half of Starfleet a few months back. It was a great picture, she had to admit, but it was nothing compared to the view in person which she'd once been graced with. "He has a point," she said with a thoughtful nod. "Maybe you should go put those on and try again."

"Yeah, I'll get right on that," Jon replied with blatant sarcasm that made Erika smirk wider as she caught his eye.

"I just came to let you directionally challenged pilots know that Forrest says we need to have a meeting before our break starts. So his office in twenty," she said. "You can all go back to your waste of time now," she added, throwing a knowing look at them before turning to leave.

"Come on, Jon, do one more terrible accent!" A.G. prodded as she left. "And try not to slip up this time."

"I don't know why I waste my talents on you idiots," she heard Jon say just before she was out of the hanger bay.