000 Disclaimer, I own nothing 000 well folks, here is a little burble I wrote thanks to TLI and her CiaC in an effort to kickstart the old noodle. Anyway, light hearted fun for all the family:P 000
He blinked blearily. He waited patiently for his vision to clear and for the numbers on his alarm clocks to swim into focus. The time didn't register with him till after he'd groaned and pulled the cover over his head. Seconds later he shot out of his bed.
Three alarm clocks. Three damn alarm clocks.
What were the odds of not a single one going off!
Staggering blindly into his bathroom, he tried to shave, brush his treeth and go to the toilet all in one go. Needless to say the distinct lack of enough hands left him cursing and dropping his razor and toothbrush. "Oh God, Oh God...not today, not after being late yesterday, this isn't fair."
He shook his fist at the ceiling.
Less than two minutes later he was dragging on his uniform, he cursed fluently for several minutes as he searched for an elusive pair of starfleet issue boxers. Eventually he gave up imagining the look on the Chief's face when he stumbled in, late again.
He hopped down the corridor pulling on his boots as he went. He rushed down to the armoury at breakneck speed and skidded to a halt...right in front of a very confused Lieutenant Hess.
"Sorry I'm late, sir!" He wheezed. "My alarm clocks didn't go off, I know its a poor excuse after yesterday but it's actually true! I -"
Lieutenant Hess silenced him with a look. To his surprise she smiled. "Crewman, I think you should go back to bed."
He blinked in confusion. "Lieutenant?"
"It's 0030 hours, Crewman, not 1230 hours," she explained gently.
He visibly deflated. Hess patted his shoulder. "Go back to bed." Hess paused for a second. "Oh, and Crewman? Get yourself a digital clock."
He nodded and slowly wandered back to his quarters.
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