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belong to Paramount. Please don't sue me! I have no money!
*I've taken part of my plot from an old TOS episode. I hope y'all will like it, since I sure do!*
Trip sat happily in the mess hall, munching quietly on his catfish dinner. "Ya sure ya don't want some?" he asked Malcolm, who was seated across from him. He waited for Malcolm's response, but none came.
"Hello?" Trip said. "Anyone there?"
Malcolm shook himself out of his reverie. "Oh, sorry Trip, I wasn't listening." He then quickly looked over his shoulder.
"Whatcha looking at?" Trip asked, following Malcolm's line of sight.
What Trip saw made him laugh. "So, ya like Hoshi then?"
Malcolm quickly turned back around. "No!" he said, quite loud. "No." he repeated again, softer.
Trip looked confused. "Then why are ya looking at her so often?"
Malcolm took a deep breath, then sighed. "Promise not to tell?" he asked his friend.
"Of course."
"I think she's stalking me."
Trip burst out in laughter, causing him to choke momentarily on the piece of catfish he had in his mouth. After he had recovered he turned back to Malcolm. "That's the funniest thing ah ever heard!"
"I knew you wouldn't take it seriously." Malcolm said, looking annoyed.
"Okay, okay. What makes you think she's stalking you?"
"Well," Malcolm started, "It started when she and the Sub-Commander returned from that away mission a few days ago. She started following me around, and finding excuses all the time to talk to me. It's getting bloody annoying!"
Trip thought about it for a moment, then replied, "Maybe she's just teasing you."
"No, I don't think so, she's-" Malcolm stopped abruptly in the middle of his sentence. "Oh god, here she comes now! Sorry Trip, I've gotta go!" With that, Malcolm pushed back his chair and quickly walked out of the mess hall, Hoshi calling after him.
Trip, utterly puzzled about what had just happened, quickly gulped down the rest of his catfish and opted to go see the captain.
*~*
Was everyone going crazy?! These were Trip's thoughts as he walked down the hall to the turbolift. He saw two crewmen arguing over nothing, two others kissing near the mess hall and a fight near the turbolift. He had broken up the argument and fight, and told the two kissing to get back to work. Luckily, everyone still listening to authority.
Right before he entered the turbolift, he heard someone whisper his name. "Psst, Trip! Over here!"
He looked over to see Malcolm hiding behind a bend in the hallway.
"Malcolm?! What the hell are ya doing?!"
"Is she gone?? Is it safe??"
"Hoshi's not here. Now c'mon, ya got duties to attend to."
"But she'll be on the bridge!" Malcolm hissed.
Trip walked over and yanked the lieutenant to his feet. "Get a hold of yerself! Now c'mon!" He yanked him into the turbolift and headed for the bridge.
*The next installment should be soon, since I'm having loads of fun with this!"
*I've taken part of my plot from an old TOS episode. I hope y'all will like it, since I sure do!*
Trip sat happily in the mess hall, munching quietly on his catfish dinner. "Ya sure ya don't want some?" he asked Malcolm, who was seated across from him. He waited for Malcolm's response, but none came.
"Hello?" Trip said. "Anyone there?"
Malcolm shook himself out of his reverie. "Oh, sorry Trip, I wasn't listening." He then quickly looked over his shoulder.
"Whatcha looking at?" Trip asked, following Malcolm's line of sight.
What Trip saw made him laugh. "So, ya like Hoshi then?"
Malcolm quickly turned back around. "No!" he said, quite loud. "No." he repeated again, softer.
Trip looked confused. "Then why are ya looking at her so often?"
Malcolm took a deep breath, then sighed. "Promise not to tell?" he asked his friend.
"Of course."
"I think she's stalking me."
Trip burst out in laughter, causing him to choke momentarily on the piece of catfish he had in his mouth. After he had recovered he turned back to Malcolm. "That's the funniest thing ah ever heard!"
"I knew you wouldn't take it seriously." Malcolm said, looking annoyed.
"Okay, okay. What makes you think she's stalking you?"
"Well," Malcolm started, "It started when she and the Sub-Commander returned from that away mission a few days ago. She started following me around, and finding excuses all the time to talk to me. It's getting bloody annoying!"
Trip thought about it for a moment, then replied, "Maybe she's just teasing you."
"No, I don't think so, she's-" Malcolm stopped abruptly in the middle of his sentence. "Oh god, here she comes now! Sorry Trip, I've gotta go!" With that, Malcolm pushed back his chair and quickly walked out of the mess hall, Hoshi calling after him.
Trip, utterly puzzled about what had just happened, quickly gulped down the rest of his catfish and opted to go see the captain.
*~*
Was everyone going crazy?! These were Trip's thoughts as he walked down the hall to the turbolift. He saw two crewmen arguing over nothing, two others kissing near the mess hall and a fight near the turbolift. He had broken up the argument and fight, and told the two kissing to get back to work. Luckily, everyone still listening to authority.
Right before he entered the turbolift, he heard someone whisper his name. "Psst, Trip! Over here!"
He looked over to see Malcolm hiding behind a bend in the hallway.
"Malcolm?! What the hell are ya doing?!"
"Is she gone?? Is it safe??"
"Hoshi's not here. Now c'mon, ya got duties to attend to."
"But she'll be on the bridge!" Malcolm hissed.
Trip walked over and yanked the lieutenant to his feet. "Get a hold of yerself! Now c'mon!" He yanked him into the turbolift and headed for the bridge.
*The next installment should be soon, since I'm having loads of fun with this!"