Written in Crayon
Earth Tradition?
T'pol awoke from a deep sleep to find Trip standing over her. She fought back the urge to scream and stared at the dirty blonde. Candles flickered around her room, blinking on and off, outlining his eyes. She kept her eyes on him as he did the same.
"Can I help you?" She stated sitting up in her bed. How did he even get in my quarters? She thought. She locked the doors at night; the only way he could get in was a security override.
"Captain Orders…Oh and Happy Birthday." He said handing her an envelope addressed to her. He didn't linger at all; he quickly headed for the door. He left, smirking as the door shut behind him. This day was of no importance to her in this professional setting. She quickly opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.
Written in crayon...really? She thought and begun reading.
"T'pol,
Meet me in the mess hall at 0' nineteen hundred. We need to discuss your placement on Enterprise.
-Archer
P.S Happy Birthday."
She once again starred at the paper. How long has it been? Over 5 years at best guess. Enterprise is my home. Why would he end it with acknowledging my birthday? She thought, then glaring at the paper and dropping it on her bed. She wondered why the captain would write her a letter, not to seem disrespectful but it would have been easier to send her a comm. message.
She walked over to the window and watched the stars graze by. She contemplated meditation to relieve her anger but quickly diminished the thought. It wouldn't work at this point. She let the anger and fear take over her. She loved being on Enterprise, and she respected her fellow officers. She hadn't done anything to ruin her chances of staying with them all. So what was there to discuss?
She turned from the window and began to get ready for duty which was in a few hours. She got into her normal outfit and equipped herself with her communicator. She left her quarters and started for the mess hall hoping to get something to eat and not run into the captain.
Once she arrived at the mess hall doors, she saw the note hanging on the door. The rest of the crew standing around the mess hall doors sighed and mumbled to each other. The made her way to the note and read it.
"DEAR CREW,
MESS HALL IS SHUT DOWN FOR REAPIRS TILL O'NINETEEN HUNDRED.
SORRY FOR THE INCONVINANCE."
She made her way out of the crowd and to the bridge. She really had no where else to go at this point, other than back to her quarters which would be an illogical decision. It struck her as convenient it would be open at the time the captain wanted to meet with her. She quickly let the thought leave her, once again replaced with fear and anger. She reached the bridge, hesitated to go in but entered to see Trip in the captain's chair.
He smiled at her as she went to her station. Malcolm looked over at her and smiled also. That's when she saw a cupcake with a candle on it. She looked up to see now the whole senior staff looking at her, smiling. Then they started singing, a tune that sound irritating and pointless. Once it was over, everyone stared at her.
"Come on, blew out your candle Sub commander," Travis said smiling at her. Earth tradition? She thought. Then she blew out the candle and everyone cheered.
This day was getting weirder by the second…
((A/N: Yay! T'pol birthday! This day isn't over just yet! Haha this is only the beginning of a little thing I call boredom. My friend and I are writing stories for the hell of it, and this is my second! Yay! Hope you liked it!))