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Chapter. . . four? Five.
Chapter Five: [Insert title here]
Wednesday
Hoku sighed and glanced at the clock. She had to stay in Sick Bay till Friday. It was Wednesday.
McCoy pottered about, straightening Hyposprays, looking over records, fussing over Hoku every time she went to get up to get some water.
"Don't you usually go and stand on the bridge?" Hoku asked, scratching her ear, "when you're bored, I mean?"
"What, and leave you here by yourself?" McCoy asked, cocking his head to one side. Then straightening it, because of a developing headache.
"Meh. I'm used to it." She shrugged, "go on. Get me some gossip." McCoy smiled.
"Gossip?" He echoed, "have you had a brain transplant with 'everyone's favourite bitch' that I wasn't aware of?"
"Will you just go?"
"I outrank you."
"Big deal. Go, or I'll get out of bed again." Hoku threatened, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and folding her arms.
"I'll go if you promise me to get back into bed and stay there."
"Fine and dandy."
"Right then." McCoy left.
~~~~~~~~~
There were only a few people on the Bridge. Indeed, the Night-Time shift consisted primarily of Jim, Sulu, Nichole (McCoy wrinkled his nose) Spock and Hideki Jhoto, some Red Shirt who wasn't dead yet.
"Greetings people." McCoy stood behind Kirk's chair, "what's going on here then?"
"Why'd you wanna know so bad?" Jim asked, perching on the edge of his chair so that he could turn and face the Doctor. He shrugged.
"Hoku's bored and needs some going-ons." He reported.
"There is nothing going on here Doctor, as far as I can see." Spock stated.
McCoy rolled his eyes, "well, what about those three loonies on the planet? What happened to them?"
"They're in the brig. Attempted murder." Kirk said simply. He was too tired to go into any more detail.
'Yeah. Attempted thwarted murder.' Sulu thought, fingering one of the buttons on the helm. He looked up and asked, "how is Hoku?"
"She's. . .brave." McCoy shrugged, "she's fidgety as hell and she's thirsty as anything. Apart from that, she's an Angel. One who wont stay put."
Sulu nodded, turning back to the view screen, "she allowed visitors?"
"I think she'd love one." McCoy smiled. Nichole scowled.
"May I remind you we're having dinner after this?" She hissed at Sulu. He looked like he could hit himself.
"Yeah, I know." Actually, he'd completely forgotten. Nichole knew this and pouted.
"Well, if you think some stupid loner is more important than me. . ."
Sulu felt annoyed.
"Oh yeah?" He looked at her, "and you were the one who saved my life at great risks to your own? It's not exactly like you stuck up for me or anything."
"I told them it wasn't fair." Nichole whined. McCoy gritted his teeth, holding back a rather rude exclamation, and bit his tongue.
"f you wanna drop by sometime Sulu," he muttered, departing and stepping into the Turbo Lift, "just do, okay? She's there till Friday."
Thursday
Sulu yawned as he made his way to Sick bay. It was 1am, technically only just Thursday, and he was exhausted. Nichole had been all funny with him over their dinner, annoying him to no end.
'So what if I just wanna say thanks to the girl who saved me?' He thought, 'it's not like. . .it's not like I like her or anything, but she saved my life, so I've gotta say thanks, because that'd be the polite. . .oh, who am I kidding?' He paused outside of Sick bay and leant against the wall, 'maybe I do like Hoku better than Nichole. I mean. . .Nichole's pretty and everything, but she's really not a very nice person, is she? She's mean and nasty, and racist, from the way she talks to Uhura, so. . .oh, what am I going to do? If I ditch Nichole then her friends'll be out to get not only me but also Hoku. I don't wanna drag her into this. Not after. . .'
He shook his head, then walked into Sick bay. Hoku was sitting on her bed, having a row with the Doctor.
"Get back into bed!"
"I'm too hot. And my legs need a stretch."
"So stretch them in bed!"
"I don't-" She caught sight of Sulu, "oh. . .hello Sulu." Obligingly, she got back into bed.
McCoy smiled, then went over to his desk and sat, scanning Hideki's records for possible weaknesses. After all, he was the longest surviving Red Shirt on the Enterprise.
"Hi." Sulu sat beside her, "how'd you feel?"
"Like I got shot."
"That joke's getting old." McCoy intervened.
"I've only said it once before." Hoku mumbled, blushing. Sulu shrugged.
"Hey, it's the truth." He said in her defence, "isn't it?"
"Well, yes." McCoy's eyes remained glued to Hideki's record.
"Listen," Sulu turned back to Hoku, "thanks. I mean, really thanks. If you hadn't. . .well, banzied, I'd be dead by now."
"Mm. It WAS you who suggested I come along." Hoku muttered, looking at her sheets, "so, really, there's nothing to-"
"You saved my life." He said bluntly, "that's something for me to thank you for."
"It was nothing."
"Why'd you do it?"
She blinked at him.
"It was you or me." She said after a while. He blinked.
"What?"
"Well. . .it was either the Enterprise loses it's Helmsman and friend, or some silly little girl from Engineering who doesn't know how to tune the Warp Coils."
"That doesn't make you any less important than me." Sulu snapped, dead serious. Hoku looked a little taken-aback.
"Sorry." He stood up and stretched, "I think Nichole's getting to me."
"Mm." Hoku grunted. Sulu looked at her and sighed.
'Do I don't I? Do I don't I. . .' His brain started to tick, 'I do.'
"Listen." He sat on the edge of the bed again and looked at the sheets as well, "when. . .when you're released from Sick bay, d'you wanna have dinner? I mean, I know it'll be in the mess, and not exactly private, but."
"Um. . .okay." Hoku nodded, "but what about Nichole?"
"You're right. What about Nichole?"
"Yes." McCoy stood up, "screw Nichole."
And everyone hates Nichole and everyone but Nichole live long and happy lives.
THE END.
[A/N] There you have it folks! Another piece of crappy writing from Shameeka! Woo!
Chapter. . . four? Five.
Chapter Five: [Insert title here]
Wednesday
Hoku sighed and glanced at the clock. She had to stay in Sick Bay till Friday. It was Wednesday.
McCoy pottered about, straightening Hyposprays, looking over records, fussing over Hoku every time she went to get up to get some water.
"Don't you usually go and stand on the bridge?" Hoku asked, scratching her ear, "when you're bored, I mean?"
"What, and leave you here by yourself?" McCoy asked, cocking his head to one side. Then straightening it, because of a developing headache.
"Meh. I'm used to it." She shrugged, "go on. Get me some gossip." McCoy smiled.
"Gossip?" He echoed, "have you had a brain transplant with 'everyone's favourite bitch' that I wasn't aware of?"
"Will you just go?"
"I outrank you."
"Big deal. Go, or I'll get out of bed again." Hoku threatened, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and folding her arms.
"I'll go if you promise me to get back into bed and stay there."
"Fine and dandy."
"Right then." McCoy left.
~~~~~~~~~
There were only a few people on the Bridge. Indeed, the Night-Time shift consisted primarily of Jim, Sulu, Nichole (McCoy wrinkled his nose) Spock and Hideki Jhoto, some Red Shirt who wasn't dead yet.
"Greetings people." McCoy stood behind Kirk's chair, "what's going on here then?"
"Why'd you wanna know so bad?" Jim asked, perching on the edge of his chair so that he could turn and face the Doctor. He shrugged.
"Hoku's bored and needs some going-ons." He reported.
"There is nothing going on here Doctor, as far as I can see." Spock stated.
McCoy rolled his eyes, "well, what about those three loonies on the planet? What happened to them?"
"They're in the brig. Attempted murder." Kirk said simply. He was too tired to go into any more detail.
'Yeah. Attempted thwarted murder.' Sulu thought, fingering one of the buttons on the helm. He looked up and asked, "how is Hoku?"
"She's. . .brave." McCoy shrugged, "she's fidgety as hell and she's thirsty as anything. Apart from that, she's an Angel. One who wont stay put."
Sulu nodded, turning back to the view screen, "she allowed visitors?"
"I think she'd love one." McCoy smiled. Nichole scowled.
"May I remind you we're having dinner after this?" She hissed at Sulu. He looked like he could hit himself.
"Yeah, I know." Actually, he'd completely forgotten. Nichole knew this and pouted.
"Well, if you think some stupid loner is more important than me. . ."
Sulu felt annoyed.
"Oh yeah?" He looked at her, "and you were the one who saved my life at great risks to your own? It's not exactly like you stuck up for me or anything."
"I told them it wasn't fair." Nichole whined. McCoy gritted his teeth, holding back a rather rude exclamation, and bit his tongue.
"f you wanna drop by sometime Sulu," he muttered, departing and stepping into the Turbo Lift, "just do, okay? She's there till Friday."
Thursday
Sulu yawned as he made his way to Sick bay. It was 1am, technically only just Thursday, and he was exhausted. Nichole had been all funny with him over their dinner, annoying him to no end.
'So what if I just wanna say thanks to the girl who saved me?' He thought, 'it's not like. . .it's not like I like her or anything, but she saved my life, so I've gotta say thanks, because that'd be the polite. . .oh, who am I kidding?' He paused outside of Sick bay and leant against the wall, 'maybe I do like Hoku better than Nichole. I mean. . .Nichole's pretty and everything, but she's really not a very nice person, is she? She's mean and nasty, and racist, from the way she talks to Uhura, so. . .oh, what am I going to do? If I ditch Nichole then her friends'll be out to get not only me but also Hoku. I don't wanna drag her into this. Not after. . .'
He shook his head, then walked into Sick bay. Hoku was sitting on her bed, having a row with the Doctor.
"Get back into bed!"
"I'm too hot. And my legs need a stretch."
"So stretch them in bed!"
"I don't-" She caught sight of Sulu, "oh. . .hello Sulu." Obligingly, she got back into bed.
McCoy smiled, then went over to his desk and sat, scanning Hideki's records for possible weaknesses. After all, he was the longest surviving Red Shirt on the Enterprise.
"Hi." Sulu sat beside her, "how'd you feel?"
"Like I got shot."
"That joke's getting old." McCoy intervened.
"I've only said it once before." Hoku mumbled, blushing. Sulu shrugged.
"Hey, it's the truth." He said in her defence, "isn't it?"
"Well, yes." McCoy's eyes remained glued to Hideki's record.
"Listen," Sulu turned back to Hoku, "thanks. I mean, really thanks. If you hadn't. . .well, banzied, I'd be dead by now."
"Mm. It WAS you who suggested I come along." Hoku muttered, looking at her sheets, "so, really, there's nothing to-"
"You saved my life." He said bluntly, "that's something for me to thank you for."
"It was nothing."
"Why'd you do it?"
She blinked at him.
"It was you or me." She said after a while. He blinked.
"What?"
"Well. . .it was either the Enterprise loses it's Helmsman and friend, or some silly little girl from Engineering who doesn't know how to tune the Warp Coils."
"That doesn't make you any less important than me." Sulu snapped, dead serious. Hoku looked a little taken-aback.
"Sorry." He stood up and stretched, "I think Nichole's getting to me."
"Mm." Hoku grunted. Sulu looked at her and sighed.
'Do I don't I? Do I don't I. . .' His brain started to tick, 'I do.'
"Listen." He sat on the edge of the bed again and looked at the sheets as well, "when. . .when you're released from Sick bay, d'you wanna have dinner? I mean, I know it'll be in the mess, and not exactly private, but."
"Um. . .okay." Hoku nodded, "but what about Nichole?"
"You're right. What about Nichole?"
"Yes." McCoy stood up, "screw Nichole."
And everyone hates Nichole and everyone but Nichole live long and happy lives.
THE END.
[A/N] There you have it folks! Another piece of crappy writing from Shameeka! Woo!