All my life I've been good but now
Ooohhh
I'm thinking "What the hell?"
All I want is to mess around
"So, what should we do now?"
Sara looked at the guest list for the Starfleet Medical Jackson luncheon and frowned. "Well, there's nothing we can do to get on this list," she said, tossing the clipboard onto a table in the office she shared with Ensign Melody Liebowitz, another new Starfleet recruit. The two had become friends pretty instantly when they'd been assigned to the same unit, and Sara couldn't help but think that had Elizabeth lived, the three of them would have made quite the group. Though they'd been told they had shown the most promise of the new crop of medical staff, they had been left off the list of new recruits who were invited to the medical luncheon.
"It had to have been Ensign Parker," Melody fumed. "She's hated us ever since we got the office."
"And because Mommy is a Lieutenant Commander, she gets away with murder, to use the old expression," Sara finished.
"She better hope she doesn't get within a foot of me for another few hours, or her forehead is going to get an intimate meeting with one or both of my crutches."
"No need for that," Sara said with a grin. "I have a better idea."
"And what's that?"
"Well, you're good at copying signatures, aren't you?" Melody nodded. "And you're friends with the guys who bring the cadavers in, aren't you?"
Melody smiled broadly as she realized what Sara had planned. "Yes and yes," she said, the mischievous sparkle in her eyes reminding Sara strongly of Elizabeth when she was hatching a plan. "And one of those gentlemen owes me a favor for watching his kids the other night."
Sara smiled back. "And if Ensign Parker's name is on the delivery slip, and her signature is there along with it…"
"…nobody is going to question it."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Oh yes. Yes I am."
Sara grinned mischievously, the old sparkle back in her eyes. "And won't everyone be surprised when they see the special delivery…"