Not a Morning Person
silence, tense silence, proverbial tension slicing knife 1/8 is having difficulty slicing said
silence, silence is stifling... no, it's just the temperature
"Why is is so damn hot in here?"
"Hot?"
"Hot. I'm aware of the fact that you might be a reptile, but I'm a mammal and the temperature in
here is inanly high."
"I am not reptilian, Doctor."
"Sure, that's what you say."
"Might I inquire of the sudden... mood swing?"
"No, you might not."
"Are you ill, Doctor?"
"No, I'm hot. Really hot. That stupid subconsion of mine and that fool-hardy temp control are off
celebrating some fact that isn't even that. I'll be a desert before those dunderheads get back to
work!"
"Perhaps you should re-assign them?"
"I can't re-assign them. They came with the package." pause "Hey look, it's raining."
drip drop drip drop
"Indeed, Doctor."
sticks out tongue, catches drop "Hey! It's coffee!"
"If I were able, I am certain I would be curling my upper lip in disgust."
"What is wrong with you? I mean, of course, aside from being the emotionless, green-blooded,
halfbreed you is stuck in my head? Don't you like coffee?"
"Nothing is wrong with me. I happen to find that 'coffee' of yours..." pause, searching for a
word "I will quote something I heard a small child say once, 'icky' Coffee is 'icky'"
"Okay, I suggest a change of subject."
"Ah, another mood swing? How... you."
"Caffine does wonders for my personality, moron."
"You do drugs, doctor?"
"Who'd've thought?"
"Indeed. I've always suspected for awhile."
"I'm sure you have."
silence
"What."
"You're mocking me, Doctor."
"Am I? Fancy that."
"Are you attempting to be sarcastic, Doctor?"
"It would seem so, Spock."
"Sarcasm is the recourse of a weak mind, Doctor."
"Is it?"
"I will depart now, when you are finished being childish, Doctor, I will return, we are nearing
Earth and I will require your assitance to get us back to Vulcan."
"Fine. Go."
footsteps, door opening, door closing.
A/N: Alright, huzzah for coffee. Right, I'm sorry whoever originally said 'sarcasm is the
recousre of a weak mind', my friend has been saying that to me for two years, until he grew up
and decided sarcasm wasn't so stupid. Anyway, this is nearing a plot now. Spock gets to be a
control freak. What fun, what fun. Although, how he can be all calm and quiet and emotionless
AND a control freek confuses me... whatever, I'll manage. Also, 'dunderhead', I don't know WHAT
I was thinking, but it seemed appropriate. I'm losing my touch in insults. Also, 'icky', I am
well aware that Spock would NEVER say that. But he had to. His mental dictionary was failing him
(heh heh heh, nice mental dictionary, heh...right) and the only thing he could come up with was
'icky'.
silence, tense silence, proverbial tension slicing knife 1/8 is having difficulty slicing said
silence, silence is stifling... no, it's just the temperature
"Why is is so damn hot in here?"
"Hot?"
"Hot. I'm aware of the fact that you might be a reptile, but I'm a mammal and the temperature in
here is inanly high."
"I am not reptilian, Doctor."
"Sure, that's what you say."
"Might I inquire of the sudden... mood swing?"
"No, you might not."
"Are you ill, Doctor?"
"No, I'm hot. Really hot. That stupid subconsion of mine and that fool-hardy temp control are off
celebrating some fact that isn't even that. I'll be a desert before those dunderheads get back to
work!"
"Perhaps you should re-assign them?"
"I can't re-assign them. They came with the package." pause "Hey look, it's raining."
drip drop drip drop
"Indeed, Doctor."
sticks out tongue, catches drop "Hey! It's coffee!"
"If I were able, I am certain I would be curling my upper lip in disgust."
"What is wrong with you? I mean, of course, aside from being the emotionless, green-blooded,
halfbreed you is stuck in my head? Don't you like coffee?"
"Nothing is wrong with me. I happen to find that 'coffee' of yours..." pause, searching for a
word "I will quote something I heard a small child say once, 'icky' Coffee is 'icky'"
"Okay, I suggest a change of subject."
"Ah, another mood swing? How... you."
"Caffine does wonders for my personality, moron."
"You do drugs, doctor?"
"Who'd've thought?"
"Indeed. I've always suspected for awhile."
"I'm sure you have."
silence
"What."
"You're mocking me, Doctor."
"Am I? Fancy that."
"Are you attempting to be sarcastic, Doctor?"
"It would seem so, Spock."
"Sarcasm is the recourse of a weak mind, Doctor."
"Is it?"
"I will depart now, when you are finished being childish, Doctor, I will return, we are nearing
Earth and I will require your assitance to get us back to Vulcan."
"Fine. Go."
footsteps, door opening, door closing.
A/N: Alright, huzzah for coffee. Right, I'm sorry whoever originally said 'sarcasm is the
recousre of a weak mind', my friend has been saying that to me for two years, until he grew up
and decided sarcasm wasn't so stupid. Anyway, this is nearing a plot now. Spock gets to be a
control freak. What fun, what fun. Although, how he can be all calm and quiet and emotionless
AND a control freek confuses me... whatever, I'll manage. Also, 'dunderhead', I don't know WHAT
I was thinking, but it seemed appropriate. I'm losing my touch in insults. Also, 'icky', I am
well aware that Spock would NEVER say that. But he had to. His mental dictionary was failing him
(heh heh heh, nice mental dictionary, heh...right) and the only thing he could come up with was
'icky'.