Stranger
By Snowballjane
Disclaimer: Enterprise belongs to Paramount. Not me.
Note: Written during season one (I just found it on my hard drive)
They'd served together for months now – and it was a small ship for heaven's sake, with a small crew.
So Malcolm was ashamed to admit to himself that he really didn't know the name of the man in front of him in the messhall queue.
After a certain amount of time, it just wasn't possible to ask someone their name. You'd look either rude or mad, or both.
'Stevens!' he recalled, almost yelping it out loud. But no, Stevens was in engineering and this man's stripes were teal.
He chose a tuna sandwich and went to check the crew records.
The End