Roger's Nightly Rituals
The TV in the loft received one channel free from electrical snow and one channel only. Luckily, it was the one channel Roger could not live with out.
Every night as 11:00 rolled around Roger made sure Mark was yawning and on his way to bed. It wasn't too hard, their personal natures dictated their sleeping habits and respective 'bed times' and Mark normally dozed off by 11:15. Tip toeing, the rock star would peer in filmmaker's room and carefully listen to his friend's rhythmic breathing. Once satisfied Mark was well entrenched in Dreamland, Roger made his way, ever so silently back to the couch.
Desperately, he waited. 11:25…11:27…11:29! He switched on the pawn shop television and quickly quieted the sound, scooting closer to the screen so he could hear every bar of the opening song.
"These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Our mission: to seek out…" Roger moved his lips along with narration, loving every second. He flounced up and down in excitement as the music reached a crescendo. "To boldly go where no man has gone before! Do Doooo Doo Do Do Do DO! Do do do do DO do do do do dooo!"
Every mission, every road block, every alien life force the uniform-wearing, taser-bearing, teleporting crew members faced, Roger followed religiously. He was there for every fight with the Borg, every time Scotty beamed someone up, he cheered when romances ignited and cried when Doctor realized he was an Android and that that was not good enough. Three weeks were spent forcing his fingers to perform the "Live long and prosper" sign on command.
As the episode progressed Roger subconsciously made his way from sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the set, to sprawling on the couch, to jumping up and down on the couch, to laying on his stomach, hands propping up his head, staring rapturously up at his beloved show. Steadily the volume rose.
As luck would have it, Mark had not been having a good night. Tossing and turning, he could not fall asleep. Faceless characters repeatedly ruining his screenplays continuously ran through his rambling mind. Ready to fight back against the over productivity of his brain, Mark stumbled out of his room, jamming on his glasses as Roger gave a particularly mournful sob. Worried at what might have happened, Mark scurried over to his friend, realizing as he did so, the enraptured cast of Roger's gaze.
"Stupid Borg! He didn't deserve that you jack asses! Take your freaky machinery and jam it up your-"
"Nice entertainment Rog. I didn't know you had such strong feelings for Piccard."
"Why don't you boldly go back to bed?"
A/N: I realize these particular circumstances in Star Trek did not air in the specific time period, but give me a break; I didn't feel like researching the episode plots of the late 80s. More short absurdity.