Vacation
"I need a vacation," I said sighing, complaining over paperwork. I was sick to death of work, all the time, not to mention the wedding I was planning.
"Go to the Holodeck," Kes whispered, "go on...I'll look after this for you."
"Thank you so much Kes."
I sat down on the cool sand, letting the waves lap at my feet. The moon was high over the shores of the French Coast. For once I was alone, without the worry of work, or the ship. I was content.
"Is this your dream vacation?"
"My God Ensign, don't scare me like that."
"I needed to get out of engineering."
"I needed to get out of sickbay..."
"Is the stress getting to you?"
"Intently."
"I promise when we get back to Earth, I'll take you to the French Coast."
"I don't mind the Holodeck." I leaned into him, sighing.
"There you are!" the shrill voice of the Doctor rang out, "you have work to do."
I glanced at Vorik, "the French coast sounds lovely."