This drabble was written in response to a challenge at The Delphic Expanse Fan community. The prompt was: Grease.
T'Pol strode onto the bridge. She sat down and nodded toward a relieved Hoshi, who had been alone. Archer was visiting Shran's ship, and a Vulcan vessel had arrived, asking questions.
T'Pol spoke to the Vulcan Captain, assuaging his concerns. As T'Pol headed for the door, Hoshi noticed a stain on the back of the Vulcan's normally impeccable uniform.
"Commander," whispered Hoshi, "It looks like you sat in grease. . . no wait, it's a handprint."
Hoshi blushed as she realized the hand was bigger than T'Pol's and facing the wrong direction.
"I must return to engineering," replied the Vulcan, eyebrow raised.