Disclaimer: I own nothing, just borrowing to have fun both the lyrics and the crew.
Summary: The crew has found an ancient karaoke machine and with a little encouragement, they light up the nightlife on board our fav ship
My friend T'Prime, MirrorFlower and DarkWind, gave me the inspiration for this fic from her "Songs of a Drunk Captain" and then she looked it over for me.
Notice: This is all in fun. It is meant to be funny, lighthearted and relaxing. So if you are looking for something intellectually stimulating, sorry you won't find it here.
It was the most talked about night of the five-year mission, so far. Someone had been sent an antique karaoke machine, no one would confess to whom the package had been delivered, and Nyota Uhura had convinced most of the crew to sign-up for Karaoke night, no one could say no to such a gifted linguist. The Observation Lounge was already filling up with people who had accepted the rules of the party: everyone drank and everyone wore civvies. The crew was constantly facing life or death situations and not even Command could argue they did not earn the right to 'let their hair down'. The only catch was the antique machine only had the original songs from the early 21st century and before on it's memory drive and there would be no new updates.
The Engineering department was currently tossing back shots of Tequila and flipping through the collection, Scotty was holding the control himself. The Scientists were in a corner with their daiquiris discussing quietly amongst themselves, Spock was nibbling at his chocolate. The Pilots and Navigators, with Sulu and Chekov in the middle, were sipping their beers and eyeing the women. The Medical division had taken over several couches and were propped back, various alcoholic beverages littered amongst them, Chapel and Bones were perched on opposite ends of the same couch leading the group's conversations. The Communications Department and Uhura were mixing the drinks and acting as the hosts and hostesses of the party. The Security Department and Cupcake were ensuring the guests met the required dress code and alcohol intake. Jim, as usual, was the life of the party, floating from one group to the next.
An excited shout from the mostly drunk Scotsman, jerked everyone's attention to the small stage. "I tink we've found a song for ye!" He laughed as the group shuffled onto the stage, sitting their drinks down on the edge.
A funky beat began to play and the Engineers nervously watched their Chief as he took center stage and began bouncing to the beat, encouraging his crew to join them. Just as they got the hang of the movement, the lyrics began and Scotty sang, rather off key, into the mike. "Young man, dah dah dah, I said Young man, dah dah, dah, I said Young man, dah, dah, dah. There's no need to be unhappy. I said young man dah, dah, dah. You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find many ways to have
a good time." He took a huge breath and turned to face the rest of the still dancing, but mostly lost group. "At the Y – M - C – A!" He spelled the letters out over his head and the men mimicked his motions. "At the Y – M – C –A!" They repeated the same action. Scotty hummed along the next line before the letters repeated. "At the Y – M – C – A!" Now the entire room was spelling the acronym above their heads.
Stepping up to the Scotty, his second in command, Jones, took the mike from him "Should have known a Scotsman couldn't read the words right in front of his face!" His heavy English accent echoed across the room, with a wink to Scotty, he began singing the words scrolling across the monitor. "You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal, you can do what about you feel." The room erupted into cheers as he sang the song perfectly. Smiling the younger man continued belting out the hit. "Young man, are you listening to me? I said, young man, what do you want to be? I said, young man, you can realize your dreams. But you got to know this one thing! No man does it all by himself. I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf…" He paused and turned back to the rest of his crew.
They all erupted into the chorus, a few lines too early, but none of the audience cared. "At the Y – M – C – A!" They did the letters and then began clapping to the beat. "At the Y – M – C – A!" They repeated the action five more times.
Handing off the mike to the youngest and most reluctant member of the crew with a wink, Jones rejoined the chorus line. Hesitantly Thornton began to sing the lyrics. "You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal, you can do what about you feel." Shouts of 'louder' floated up from the crowd, so clearing his throat, Thornton let loose. "Young man, I was once in your shoes. I said, I was down and out with the blues. I felt no man cared if I were alive. I felt the whole world was so tight." Cat calls and wolf whistles was turning the young singer red with embarrassment, but he continued. "That's when someone came up to me, And said, young man, take a walk up the street. There's a place there called the y.m.c.a. They can start you back on your way." He turned back to the crew for the chorus.
With the beat all twenty of his 'back-up' singers came marching forward flush at his side. "Y – M – C – A!" The whole room, even Spock, shouted the words and motioned the letters. "Y – M – C – A!" With each repeat their voices became louder and louder.
After the four repeats, Thornton along with Scotty sang the connecting lines. "They have everything for you men to enjoy; you can hang out with all the boys!" Scotty's off-pitch squeal contrasted with Thornton's smooth baritone.
Then, Jim came rushing onto the stage and lead the chorus line. "Y – M – C – A!" Jim was waving his arms wildly. "Y – M – C – A!" The room echoed back at the Captain.
Taking the mike, Keesner joined the fun. "Young man, young man, there's no need to feel down.
Young man, young man, get yourself off the ground." He bounced around the stage, pointing at the different drunk crewmembers watching him.
Pointing back at his department, they answered him. "Y – M – C – A!" Most were laughing so hard by this point their letters had lost their definition. "Y – M – C – A!" Breathlessly the audience still answered the chorus.
Walking back to Jim, Scotty, Thornton and Jones, Keesner held the mike so they could all sing. ""Young man, young man, there's no need to feel down. Young man, young man, get yourself off the ground." Then they whole group lined along the stage. "Y – M – C – A!" They moved in perfect precision, like cheerleaders back at the Academy. "Y – M – C – A!" Their shouts reminiscent of days in formation.
The closing lines of the song were sang, or rather yelled by the whole Engineering department. "Young man, young man, are you listening to me? Young man, young man, what do you wanna be?" The song faded out as they ended their lyrics.
Applause erupted from the room, whistles and cheers made the normally shy Engineers blush as red as their uniform tunics. Taking the mike Jim, stepped to the side. "The Engineering Department, ladies and gents!" As one, Scotty's faithful crew bowed.
Taking their leave, they left Jim on the stage. "Now let's give Nyota a huge round of applause! This woman knows how to throw a party!" The volume returned to it's high decimal as the Chief Communications Officer waved from the bar. "Now, who thinks they can live up to the standard Scotty set, huh?" Jim scanned the room, seeing one group heading his way. The party was about to kick it up a notch.
A/N: thanks for reading
This is a relaxing break from my other more serious fics and I have to admit loving it.
I'm planning on going further with the different departments. Anyone interested? Reviews/Comments are loved!