Ensign Chekov was noticing how strange it was that all stars looked alike. All of space looked alike. All the planets they beamed down on looked like. It was a mystery that he could not wrap his 22 year old brain around. Perhaps, it is what keeps this universe held together: by a bond of similarity. PERHAPS, it is a subconscious cry for peace .. PERHAPS"it is the budget cut?""*Ahem* Of course, Mr. Spock." And with that, the Captain walked in. I'm sorry. Not walked. Strat. Or Strutted. Whichever is grammatically correct. Either way, it was known to the crew, especially the females, that the Captain had his own special way of walking. There was that one time that Spock decided to inform Kirk that "the apparent over swelling of your chest, when you enter a room, is illogical", and the food replicators "mysteriously" ran out of Plomeek Soup for a month. If there is such a thing as a grumpy Vulcan, Mr. Spock was it. At the time it was January, and the most memorable part of the New Year thus far was the sight of an always present First Officer, chomping on celery, eyebrow raised. All . The . Time. The Doctor was starting to worry that the Vulcan had pried his way into his secret stash of Botox that he kept on hand for those sticky situations. With the way missions were going these days, some crazed, female, red-shirt, could decide she needed a face lift, and hold the Captain at phaser point until her demands were met. Demands that the Doctor could now see to. Bones' experience with insane women was vast. Just ask his ex wife's therapist. They had been married for 20 years, and never had one single child. Or one single prospect of having a child. You see, his wife constantly slept with knitting needles, claming that "he could be hiding a hypo under the covers". It wasn't a totally idle concern, considering that Leonard had been pressuring her to get a check up for years and we all know how McCoy loves him some hypos. The one time he got too close to her in bed she filed for a divorce. Somehow she won the case and took the whole planet. Currently the Doctor was standing on the bridge, as usual. It had always been wondered why the Doctor spent most his time there, instead of the Sickbay. But with a man who carries lethal injections in his pouch pocket, it's better to leave these things unanswered. After motioning for Spock, the Captain resumed his daily position, in his ever faithful chair. "Warp 2, Mr. Sulu." Jim put his finger on one of the various buttons that were spread over his beloved seat. "Scotty, are the engines running okay?" "Yesterdae's tussle with that Klingon heap put some wear on 'er. But she'll be fine." "Good." He looked at the First Officer, bent over his work. "Oh.. and Scotty? See if you can't get some Polmeek Soup out of those replicators. Kirk Out." Spock turned his head, and could not help but give the slightest twinge of the lips, when he saw his best friend's face. Uncustomary though it may be, he gave in. And the two shared the unusual pleasure of a smile.

This is mah FIRST attempt at anything like this. And I know its not really a story, but more of me ranting and stuff. I dont really write often so.. please dont hurt me. *hides*