This week's theme: Squicks (things the prompters themselves find squicky or things they like but are commonly held to be squicky to some)
Prompt: Uhura, Author's Choice - Bitch!Uhura
Note: I love Uhura, and the purposeless "Uhura is a bitch" fics make me sad. To each their own, I guess? Anyways, I turned this prompt on its ear.
Authority
″Excuse me, Ensign Jorn.″ Nyota was slightly gratified to see the young woman jump in surprise at the appearance of her department head at her station. The woman was also flushing guiltily.
″Did you have anything you wanted to say to me, Ensign?″
Jorn blushed brighter and pressed her lips together firmly for a moment before responding. ″No Lieutenant.″
″Are you sure? Because it has come to my attention that you are unhappy with your current assignment.″
″No, Lieutenant.″
″Really? Because I would hate to think that, in the current dangerous political climate, you weren't taking your job seriously. Especially given the importance of checking and rechecking every message for hidden meanings or mistranslations, regardless of how seemingly unimportant the message is.″
Jorn had gone pale during Nyota's speech. ″I- Umm- ″ Her shoulders slumped. ″Yes, ma'am.″
Nyota raised an eyebrow. ″So that unapproved comm chatter that I heard on the main channel was just...″
″An error, Lieutenant. It won't happen again.″
″See that it doesn't. I would also encourage you to mute your comm when you would like to denigrate a superior officer.″ Nyota examined her suitably chastened subordinate. ″And in the future? It's Lieutenant Bitch. Is that understood, Ensign Jorn?″
″Yes, Lieutenant.″ Jorn once again blushed furiously and didn't meet Nyota's eyes.
″Excellent. Now I believe that there are several thousand messages in the archives waiting to be sorted and evaluated. Back to work.″
The ensign hurried off, PADD clutched to her chest. Nyota turned to get back to work herself, turning the corner and nearly running into Jim Kirk.
″Problem, Captain?″
″Not that I can see, Lieutenant.″ Kirk's smile was brilliant. ″You seem to have everything under control here. Keep up the good work.″