Disclaimer: I don't, or never will do, own Star Trek. It's just . . .not mine.

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"What happens if I push this button . . .?"

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Riley yawned and gazed around the Bridge, not quite scowling, not quite managing to keep his face blank.

He hated it whenever there was a party.

Not because he was never invited, not because he knew everyone else was having fun without him (and he knew they were).

Nope. It was because he left on the Bridge and because he was tempted.

Always tempted.

By a button.

A little button that lay on the panel in front of him.

A little button that had PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH ME written on a little sign above it.

The thing was, he didn't actually know what it did if he were to touch it.

'I mean,' He thought, leaning back and almost falling off his chair, 'if there's . . . an enemy ship attacking, and the fate of the Crew relies on me pushing that little button that I'm too scared to push in the first place . . . I'll be fired.'

He looked around him again, pondering. If he did push the button . . . . Then what would happen?

He reached out a finger, then pulled it back, the reached out again, and, very hesitantly, pressed the button.

[A/N: I'll leave it up to you what the button does - unless you really want to know? Do you? Well. . . touch luck. I don't know either.]