Summary: When a young ensign has an "accident", she complains to the captain about the style of the uniforms.

Disclaimer: All characters are property of Paramount, except for the ones I made up.

A/N: I was really bored when I wrote this, so it may not be of the best quality. I am open to any criticism or comments that you may have.

I awoke early in the morning, not to the usual hiss of an opening door, but to the beep of a com signal. I slammed groggily on the button, "Winters here." I rubbed my eyes as I heard the Captain's voice.

"Ensign, I want you to report to my ready room immediately." Kirk's voice rang in my ear. Ugh. What a wake up call.

I asked the computer what time it was. I moaned when I heard the answer, "Sir, It's 0200."

"That's an order, ensign. Kirk out." The channel was closed.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes, "Aye, sir…"

It was 0230 by the time I got to the Captain's ready room. The lights were bright when I walked in, but when I shielded my eyes, the Captain told the computer to dim them a little bit.

He gestured to a chair in front of his desk, "Sit down ensign." I did as he said, straightening my skirt and crossing my legs as I sat, "What took you so long, Winters?"

I coughed a little, "I was asleep, sir," I answered, "It takes me a while to get ready…" I let my eyes drift off.

He laughed, "Ah. I see. Ensign, are you wondering why I called you here?"

I squirmed a little, "Um, yes, that was bothering me…" I looked down as if in hopes to avoid what was coming to me.

"Well, what was bothering me," the captain interjected, "was trying to figure out why you were asleep when you were supposed to be on duty." He said this with odd pauses every few words in that strange way he had whenever he was monologing.

My eyes widened, and I put my hands over my mouth, "Oh my God! I was supposed to be on duty? I'm so sorry, Captain!" My horror subsided and was replaced with frustration. It took me a while to cool off, "When was I supposed to be on duty?

The captain raised an eyebrow, "0100 hours, ensign, why?"

I snapped my fingers and cursed silently, "Damnit, Fletcher…" I mumbled.

"So crewman Fletcher was supposed to be your wake up call?" He only laughed as I shrugged, "Pardon me, but I was under the impression that you needed to be responsible for programming the computer to wake you up in the morning," he laughed again at my confused expression, "and knowing your shift schedules, apparently."

"But that's not the only reason you're here," the captain continued, "I received a report from engineering that you were exposed for a period of time. Now, that doesn't sound like you at all, can you explain yourself, ensign?"

I gulped, "Well, it's quite simple actually. It's these uniforms, you see, they're so…tiny! Somehow, my stocking must have gotten snagged, so when I dropped my tri-quarter, and reached down to pick it up…" I coughed, rather uncomfortable, "Well… you get the idea. Usually, I'm not one to complain about the dress code, but enough is enough!" I sat back in the chair; because I had leaned forward so far I almost fell out of my seat.

Kirk just nodded at my little speech, unamused, "I see, so this was some kind of act of civil disobedience."

I opened my mouth to protest, but shut it thinking, "Actually, that would be a really good idea…" don't be surprised at my response; I'm not a genius, "No, sir, that was just an accident."

"Alright then, I won't punish you for an accident, we're all prone to them sometimes," he paused for a second before finishing, "What I will do is confine you to quarters until your next shift at exactly 0100 hours. Be sure you don't sleep through your shift again, ensign."

I got up and nodded, "Yes, sir." I turned to the door, but was stopped.

"Oh, and ensign, I'd get used to being woken up by the computer, if I were you." I turned to the captain and nodded, then proceeded out the door.