A/N: Haha! Another new chaoter! Eat THAT writer's block!
Just a warning; bit more swearing in this one. Not much, so the kiddies don't really have to worry.
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Mags was getting bored, and maybe just a little annoyed.
Piki had told her as soon as they entered that she was going to be plotting. She had also implied that most of the details (she never gave away the whole plan) would be released once she was done.
That was an hour ago. Her plan to get on the ship -which was likely much more complex than whatever she was coming up with- had taken roughly twenty minutes.
And yet, she was still there, on the bed, tossing her comm. unit up and catching it like it was a tennis ball with her i-Pod stuck on full blast. Mags wondered if she would ever be done.
"Yes. Just need to go through everything." Piki muttered, sitting up and taking a ear bud out. "You know when Uhura takes her lunch break? Same info for Scotty." Mags had the sudden urge to facepalm. It was to each her own to finding out schedules, and Scotty and Uhura weren't even theirs! Wasn't there some code of honor against stealing another persons charge?
The Medical girl sighed heavily when there was no response. "Fine, I'll do it." A pause as she grabbed a (admittedly stolen) padd. "Remind me to tell everyone their aliases tomorrow. Oh, and yours is Margret Navii. It sounds weird, but they were all off the top of my head. Off the top of my head, Navii sounded cool."
Mags shrugged. "At least you didn't go for something Japanese. Again."
Piki glared. "Mitsuki Takamini was one of my best, thank you! You should have seen the work I put in the appearance of that one…" And she got into her padd, completely ignoring her roomy again.
The older girl rolled her eyes, grabbing her own padd off a bedside table. Might as well do some research on her charge while she had the chance. To annoy someone you have to know what makes them tick, after all.
She was about a quarter way through with no new information when Piki stopped, putting the padd down with an evil grin on her face. A deep, throaty chuckle filled the air, and Mags looked up with mild interest.
"Plan?"
"Alright, Scotty and Uhura take their lunch break, on average, at the same time. I need you to distract Uhura long enough so I can make sure Scotty gets in the lift. I'll tell you when via comm. and make something up for you to have to go, that way she'll get on the lift with Scotty. Tell me if there's anyone else on though, or else this could be ruined.
"From there I'll get into Scotty's office, change up the pass code, and lock them in. I'll need you to change out comm.'s in advance to where we can get their signals in that lift specifically, for bugging purposes, obviously. You'll be manning the cameras, which I believe you can get into from the screens at Uhura's station. Once they do what we want, we release them. Sound good?" Mags raised an eyebrow.
"You seem to be forgetting something."
"Yes?"
"How to we lock them in the lift?"
"Remember how I got us on this ship in the first place?"
"Hacking, hacking, and more hacking." Mags said, wondering where this was going.
"Just like that. Starfleet is protected, but incredibly easy to get into if you know your stuff. Scotty will be a challenge though, but I'll do it."
Mags ignored her companions shit eating grin. "How do you know?"
"Honestly? No clue. I just know I work well under pressure and we have a small window of opportunity,"
Mags raised an eyebrow. "When do we start?" She said with a grin.
"One twenty-two exactly. I'll take the lift to the second greatest place on the Enterprise, you take the next lift to the third."
"What's the first greatest place on the Enterprise then?" She wondered curiously.
Piki smiled, tossing her comm. on the elder girls bed. "Why Sickbay of course."
Mags rolled her eyes and brought up a diagram of a comm. unit on her padd.
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"How do we split them up?"
Kat and Banbi had long since gotten settled into their rooms, both in Starfleet issue pajamas and playing on their padd's. Kat's words were said into complete silence, and it was more like she was musing aloud than actually asking the question.
"I don't know." Banbi replied distractedly, still trying to find a perfectly accurate diagram of the entire ship. So far she was having very little luck, and was considering asking Piki or another of the talented hackers or techs in their little group to "find" one in Scotty's office. Or their plain and simple little thief, who had gotten them the padd's they were now using. She wasn't quite sure who would be best.
"Well we have to figure something out. For your plans or Spirk or Spork or whatever you wanna call it to work, we need to get Spock and Uhura broken up." She exaggerated her point with (rather pointless) hand gestures, moving them this way and that.
"I just say K/S." Banbi replied, seeming to ignore every other bit of the mini-rant.
"Beside the point. How do we break them up?"
"I thought they already had."
"Nope. Still goin' strong."
Banbi sighed slightly, checking the clock on the padd. It was still relatively early, and other than plot, there really wasn't much to do. And plotting wasn't much fun when you didn't know what to do.
Kat huffed silently. "Damn."
Banbi gave her a thoughtful look. "We could make Spock think Uhura was cheating on him. Vulcan values and all that."
Her trademark Cheshire Cat grin spread across cat's face. "And Mags and Piki are sure to help us with that. They are the Scota shippers, after all."
"Not just Scota shippers. Insane Scota shippers." Banbi said pointedly.
"Listen in, see what their planning, and set up cameras without the sound?"
"Oh yeah." Banbi said, already taking out her comm.
"Which lift again?" That was Mags. The two Spock/Uhura haters leaned over the comm. carefully, hardly breathing. Both wondered if they would be heard, silently agreeing not to take the chance.
"Only one that leads to the Bridge. Duh." Piki, obviously. Made since she'd take charge of the plotting. She was good at it, after all.
"What are we gonna make 'um do anyway? You never said." Kat leaned in a bit more, not wanting to miss a single word. It was their window of opportunity to make Spuhura (as it was so commonly called) to die a horrible, fiery death. Or at least die. Yes, death would be very good.
"Scotty and Uhura tapped in the lift, k-i-s-s-i-n-g." Banbi winced at the off tone and off beat-ness of the way Piki said it, but Kat merely grinned.
"This is going to be fun.." She muttered, going back to her own bed.
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"Serendipity!"
Anda and Spockfish looked over at their roommate. She was, quite possibly, the second (well, tied for second with Mags, but it still counted) most insane person in their group, topped only by their leader. Who else would combine White Collar and Trek, after all? Most certainly not a sane person. Obviously they'd both been mildly worried.. Especially considering they were numbers three and five on the group insane scale. That much insanity was never good all in one place, though occasionally amusing. No outsider's, anyway.
"Why the serendipity?" Asked Spockfish. She was, of course, the three on the insane scale. Which, out of seven with two tied for two, was pretty good. Or pretty bad, depending on your perspective.
"Oh, no reason." She grinned madly, and Anda subconsciously took a half step back. You know, like what you do when your about to make something explode, or activate a robot you know is deadly, even when your really far away. It was just that kind of grin. "Findin' out what Piki's planning'. That girl really needs to not write things down on that padd you took for 'er, Spocky!" Spockfish blinked from behind her thick glasses. She was moderately sure she'd never been called "Spocky" before, though it did sound kind of cool.
"Oh look! Aliases for us! How sweet of her to think of that. Probably put us in as part of the crew…" She laughed, clapping her hands together, and Anda wondered to the bathroom to change despite the fact she was almost ten years older than the eldest teen in the room.
"'Elizabeth Haversham'." She paused, a mock-contemplative look crossing her face. "Has a nice ring to it. Suits my love of White Collar. Would have preferred that it started with a D though. Diana sounds kinda close to Dante, right?" She looked at Spockfish for her opinion, but the younger girl merely blinked again, sitting down at her bed. A little white mouse scurried past them, trying to find a way out of the room, but neither noticed.
Finally, Spockfish answered. "Yeah, it does, but your in the computers as Elizabeth now." She shrugged. "What's mine?"
"Uhhh… Oh, here it is. Right under Kat's. Nellie Reef." She paused. "N for Nyota. Fishes live in coral reefs. Clever."
"What's Anda's?" Because, really, she only cared about the aliases of the people in that room. "Addison DiNozzo." She cocked her head to one side. "Why DiNozzo?"
"Because I like NCIS!" Anda called from bathroom, walking out in a pair grey sweats and t-shirt. She looked down as she felt a slight weight land on her foot. "Who let the rat it?"
Spockfish looked down at the almost pure white lab rat with the brown spot on his left eye that had decided to make Anda's foot his bed. Sparky laughed to herself quietly, pulling up what Piki was planning on doing the next day.
The rat looked up from his lying position, glaring at Anda. He squeaked indigently, and then lay back down.
The door chimed.
Anda picked up the small rat, placing him on a nearby desk beside the scrunchie she had used to tie up her hair. The lab rat happily used it as a pillow.
The door chimed again.
Spockfish went over to get it, but it whooshed open before she could even get halfway across the room.
"Have you seen a rat, about this-" Piki placed her fingertips against each other, trying to give a rough size. "-big with a brown patch on his left eye? Possibly chatting away about story ideas?" Spockfish gave her a curious look. "Maybe glared at you once or twice?" Anda pointed to the small creature on the desk. Piki marched -literally marched- over, grabbing the rat by the tail before placing him on her shoulder. The rat blinked almost groggily at her.
"Bad lab rat!" She admonished, wagging her finger at the cute little rat in emphasis. "I told you to stay at home! Amy would have taken good care of you and you know it!"
The rat squeaked something out, glaring again. Piki scoffed.
"She does not smother you! She smother's Minnie, but not you!"
Anda raised an eyebrow.
With a squeal of protest the rat got on it's hind legs, but was cut off.
"Steven Gregory McQueen." Piki said in a warning tone, and the rat quieted down, seeming to huff on his owners shoulder.
"Do we wanna know?" Asked Spockfish.
Piki looked over to them, smiling. "Anda, remember when I told you about my mutated ex-lab rat and current muse? The one that shares a cage with Minnie?"
Anda's eyebrow climbed higher. "I though you were kidding about that."
"Nope. Amy's a friend of the family, I found the tribble, and Stevie here…" She drifted off. "He just sorta made himself at home. Well, I'm gonna go and ask Mags if she's okay with an extra occupant in our room."
"Wait," Anda interrupted, and Piki froze. "I thought you said he could talk."
Piki shrugged, and Steve glared weakly at her. "He only squeaks when he's tired." She turned to leave, but was once again interrupted, this time by Spockfish.
"Why Gregory?"
Piki scoffed. "You of all people should know that, Miss Addicted-to-House. His full name is Steven Gregory House McQueen. House's rate, House, House's rat. See?"
"…Oh." Spockfish said smartly, and the door shut.
Suddenly, Sparky looked up, blinking rapidly, as though dazed. "Did I miss something?"
Anda and Spockfish nodded, and the latter of the two went into the bathroom to change.
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Kat stared.
Banbi stared.
Kat continued to stare.
Banbi also continued to stare.
This continued for a minute or two.
"Is that…?"
"Yup."
"Should we tell…?"
"Nope."
"When did the ship the leave port for the first time?"
"When we got on."
"So we really should…"
"Nah.
"This is…"
"…Weird?"
"Kind of."
"Just a bit."
Porthos barked at them, wagging his tail happily.
"So we found…?"
"Admiral Archer's prized beagle? Yup."
"Cool."
A pause in the conversation.
"Should we let him go?"
"I say we release him into Engineering. See what havok he wreaks."
Porthos barked in disagreement.
"I think that was a no, Kat."
"Damn."
"Beside's, we couldn't or else Scotty would be held up, holding up Piki and Mags, and holding up the destruction or Spuhura."
"And the beginning of Scota."
"Right. And Spirk, if we can."
Another pause.
"Pawn him off and Piki?"
"No, give him so Spockfish. She's our Scotty gal, after all."
"Right."
"Ow! He bit me!"
"What did you expect? He's been caught in the time-space continuum for months. You think he'd still be sociable?"
"What would you have done?"
"Not gone for the collar!"
"Oh yeah? You get him in Spockfish's room!"
"Okay. Here Porthos! C'mere boy!"
"Where did you get dog treats?"
"Found 'um under the bed earlier. Now hush!"
"Are you actually leading him out?"
"Yeah."
Bang, bang, bang!
"There. Problem solved."
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A/N: Yes, this was mostly just filler. But hey, I could have this whole thing as a deleted scene, am I right?
Oh, and about the deleted scenes. Yes, there will be more. Between every actual chater there will be a deleted scene. They'll be short and mostly just there because I couldn't find a place it would fit in the prvious chapter that would make sense, but I like 'um. They're fun to write and will help me get rid of writer's block if I get it on this fic. Yes, that last part should have been a deleted scene, but it fit too perfectly with the theme of animals that had been built. And yes, I did just introduce you the the earlier mentions (in the capter 1 A/N) muse, Steve-wh-can't-stop-looking-at-the-pretty-plot-bunnies. XD
I think there was a point in there somewhere, but it was lost...
Anyway, I know I had more but now I can't remember it. PM me or drop a review if you're gonna answer the prompt please! Thanks.
~Piki :B