AUTHOR'S NOTES: School got crazy and I haven't been able to update, but I haven't abandoned this little collection. But I had week of fall break, so I wrote something :).
Since I seem to have taken up "fancasting" my OCs (or semi-OCs): picture Amanda Bynes as Colt, if you wish.
THE DEFROSTER
JM Colt, newly assigned yeoman to Starfleet Academy, shivered as she shuffled along the hallways to Capt. Pike's office. The climate control had malfunctioned during the night, and it was now a frosty fifty degrees inside. Outside was not much better. Whoever had decided to give the women's uniforms miniskirts, Colt thought, should be slapped.
Whoever had given her this assignment ought to be slapped, too. Colt had only been at the Academyfor a week, but it was enough to know Capt. Pike scared her to death. She wasn't quite sure why. He hadn't been unkind to her, but something about him made her brain freeze every time he looked in her direction. It was getting exhausting.
Colt arrived at her destination and knocked. "Capt. Pike? It's Yeoman Colt." Maybe he won't be hereā¦
"Come in, yeoman." The captain's voice sounded tense.
Colt tensed as she stepped through the door. Is he angry? I wonder what's wrong?
"Captain!" Colt yelped before she could stop herself. Pike was sitting at his desk, huddled in a blanket. "Sir, are you all right?"
Pike looked up. "Don't know if you heard, yeoman. The climate control's in overdrive. Gonna start snowing in here any minute."
"I'm aware of that, sir," Colt stammered.
"Think you could get me a cup of hot tea?" Pike asked. "I'd get it myself, but I'm a little busy here."
"Yes, sir. Of course." Colt bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. Pike, who could probably maintain the spit and polish even as his ship broke apart around him, looked utterly comical at the moment. "Peppermint, correct?"
Pike arched an eyebrow at her. "You think this is funny, yeoman?"
"No, sir."
Pike leaned forward, drawing the blanket tighter around himself. "You just happened upon a Starfleet captain wrapped up in a blanket shivering in his boots and you don't find it funny?"
"No, captain."
Pike leaned back. "Gotta work on that, Miss Colt."
Colt felt her stomach drop. "Work on what, sir?"
"You thinking this is funny." Pike gave her a little smile. "I can't have a yeoman without a sense of humor."
Colt felt her nerves dissipate as she smiled back. Maybe he's not so bad after all.
