Disclaimer: Paramount owns all things Star Trek. Which means that this is
fanfic, born and raised. *Laughs at mental image of Vulcan baby with
pacifier*
I decided to upgrade it to PG-13 for this chapter, just for the heck of it.
Oh, and I kept the page break. You'll get it when you see it.
I changed tiny things, like bits of dialogue, you know... Added a few bits of innuendo that I missed putting in the first time. Nothing major.
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Kate paused outside the door to Commander Tuvok's quarters and tapped on the door padd. She couldn't hear the faint chime inside, but she knew it was there. *I think I'm too tired to hear straight. Even if it isn't in some insanely supersonic pitch.* On the other hand, she knew (if she had been capable of thinking straight) that officers' quarters were soundproof.
After a short pause, the door slid open, revealing Commander Tuvok. In white cotton pajama pants. the golden light of a desk lamp highlighted his dark skin and one sharply pointed ear. The lamp was the sole source of light. It sat on a table in the middle of the main room, illuminating three pads and an unholily high pile of paperwork on the desk.
On the far wall, two dark rectangles proclaimed what Kate knew were probably a bedroom and bathroom. If she had been capable of coherent thought, she might have been impressed at the size of the accommodations.
"Yes?"
Kate stood in the doorway for a moment before she could get her voice to work. "Ah..."
"Oh. Come in, Ensign." He tapped a panel and a small light went on, showing a shadowy form along the right wall to be a couch. He turned and went back to the desk, immediately bending over one of the padds Just, Kate thought, as he had been, probably for hours. Totally unconcerned about the new piece of useless backdrop that had just delivered himself to his door.
She saw a standard pillow and blanket lay neatly at one end of the couch. She dropped her bag at one end of the couch, fluffed out the pillow, stuck out her tongue at his oblivious back, kicked off her shoes, and collapsed on the couch, bleary-eyed with fatigue. It had been a long day.
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*Oh God, that was a long night. Doesn't he _ever_ get tired?* (author dies laughing)
Kate had fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning to the sound of fingers tapping on a padd. She only guessed that he had gone to sleep because he was no longer at the desk. Kate picked a uniform out of her bag and went to go shower. She had looked at his shift schedule, and knew that he had first shift today. She had third.
Stepping into the shower, she wondered idly how the shift patterns were designed; they were utterly insane, while still allowing for rest and sleep. Well, most of the time. The shower made her feel slightly more awake. Slightly. It took willpower to drag herself away from the warm water. She wrapped a towel around herself and shivered slightly in the cool air. *I thought it was _warm_ on Vulcan.*
She had forgotten her clothes on the table. *Oh, shit.* Well, there was nothing for it. She would have to go get dressed and hope that he didn't wake up. *Yeah, like that's real likely.* He couldn't have gotten any more sleep than she had, and that felt a lot like zip. In passing, she peeked through the *Open?* door of his bedroom. He looked much less dignified asleep than awake. *Damn, that's a big bed.*
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I think the _world_ can see where this is going. But don't worry... I haven't abandoned the title. They're going to die a little each day, and then they get to celebrate Hanukah. (Sorry. It's late at night and I'm happy because I finally got my bloody LAMC ID. It makes me look like a high raccoon because I had to wake up at a truly insane hour to get it done.)
The next chapter is the Engineering scene. Poor Kate.
Did you like it? Review! I am not posting the next chapter until I get a decent amount of reviews. Finis.
I decided to upgrade it to PG-13 for this chapter, just for the heck of it.
Oh, and I kept the page break. You'll get it when you see it.
I changed tiny things, like bits of dialogue, you know... Added a few bits of innuendo that I missed putting in the first time. Nothing major.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kate paused outside the door to Commander Tuvok's quarters and tapped on the door padd. She couldn't hear the faint chime inside, but she knew it was there. *I think I'm too tired to hear straight. Even if it isn't in some insanely supersonic pitch.* On the other hand, she knew (if she had been capable of thinking straight) that officers' quarters were soundproof.
After a short pause, the door slid open, revealing Commander Tuvok. In white cotton pajama pants. the golden light of a desk lamp highlighted his dark skin and one sharply pointed ear. The lamp was the sole source of light. It sat on a table in the middle of the main room, illuminating three pads and an unholily high pile of paperwork on the desk.
On the far wall, two dark rectangles proclaimed what Kate knew were probably a bedroom and bathroom. If she had been capable of coherent thought, she might have been impressed at the size of the accommodations.
"Yes?"
Kate stood in the doorway for a moment before she could get her voice to work. "Ah..."
"Oh. Come in, Ensign." He tapped a panel and a small light went on, showing a shadowy form along the right wall to be a couch. He turned and went back to the desk, immediately bending over one of the padds Just, Kate thought, as he had been, probably for hours. Totally unconcerned about the new piece of useless backdrop that had just delivered himself to his door.
She saw a standard pillow and blanket lay neatly at one end of the couch. She dropped her bag at one end of the couch, fluffed out the pillow, stuck out her tongue at his oblivious back, kicked off her shoes, and collapsed on the couch, bleary-eyed with fatigue. It had been a long day.
~*~
*Oh God, that was a long night. Doesn't he _ever_ get tired?* (author dies laughing)
Kate had fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning to the sound of fingers tapping on a padd. She only guessed that he had gone to sleep because he was no longer at the desk. Kate picked a uniform out of her bag and went to go shower. She had looked at his shift schedule, and knew that he had first shift today. She had third.
Stepping into the shower, she wondered idly how the shift patterns were designed; they were utterly insane, while still allowing for rest and sleep. Well, most of the time. The shower made her feel slightly more awake. Slightly. It took willpower to drag herself away from the warm water. She wrapped a towel around herself and shivered slightly in the cool air. *I thought it was _warm_ on Vulcan.*
She had forgotten her clothes on the table. *Oh, shit.* Well, there was nothing for it. She would have to go get dressed and hope that he didn't wake up. *Yeah, like that's real likely.* He couldn't have gotten any more sleep than she had, and that felt a lot like zip. In passing, she peeked through the *Open?* door of his bedroom. He looked much less dignified asleep than awake. *Damn, that's a big bed.*
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I think the _world_ can see where this is going. But don't worry... I haven't abandoned the title. They're going to die a little each day, and then they get to celebrate Hanukah. (Sorry. It's late at night and I'm happy because I finally got my bloody LAMC ID. It makes me look like a high raccoon because I had to wake up at a truly insane hour to get it done.)
The next chapter is the Engineering scene. Poor Kate.
Did you like it? Review! I am not posting the next chapter until I get a decent amount of reviews. Finis.
