Title: Mr. Nice Guy
Author: Christina-lives-here
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: If I owned Enterprise, I'd do a remake of a classic Hitchcock film, because Hitchcock is just so good.
Summary: Travis's plans fall into place.
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Travis flexed in the mirror. All that spare time he's had lately has had one advantage. Unlike some of his other illustrious comrades, he didn't need to tie his sleeves around his waist to hide anything.
Man, I am HOT! Too bad I can't go topless around Hoshi more often….
Well, back to work. Sitting down at his desk in his cramped and yes, dull quarters he looked over his plans again. Well, what he considered his plans. Among the empty juice boxes and half eaten pizza, he had the entire specs for Enterprise. And he colored it himself. Of course, the specs were colored on the empty pizza boxes, but Travis didn't concern himself with that.
Now, all he needed to do was get a phaser…
"Phlox to Ensign mayweather."
Now Travis certainly wasn't the suspicious type, but he could have sworn that Phlox didn't capitalize his name. How could he tell? Hey, I'm just a writer here. Travis is the crazy one.
Grinding his teeth, Travis stood up and answered the doctor. "Ensign Mayweather here, sir."
"You haven't forgotten our appointment have you Ensign? You are 15 minutes late." Travis rolled his eyes. "Are you feeling okay, Ensign? Usually you are quite prompt."
Well, you seem to be the only one that notices THAT. And that could mean a hitch in my plan…
"I'll be right there."
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Sitting on the biobed, Travis pasted a smile on his face as the good doctor asked him many unwanted questions. Travis could understand the ones about his mental health as many of the crewmembers have been looking at him funny lately, but he wasn't sure what his sex life had to do with anything.
I think the doctor may be coming on to me…he seems to be writing a lot down in that journal…
Finally, Travis saw his chance. When Phlox turned his back to him (which was stupid if you think about it, turning your back on someone you think is potentially crazy) Travis hit him over the head with the closest thing to him… a pillow. Needless to say, Phlox was not knocked out but instead was startled and accidentally injected himself with Travis's 'medicine'. Then he was knocked out. By the medicine, I mean.
Travis whooped and ran out of Sickbay. It was time to put his plan in motion. Revenge will be his!
Running past other crewmen, Travis was well aware at how much they were staring at him.
I knew I should go topless more often.
As Travis entered his quarters, he knew he could begin his plan. He would not be disturbed any more…
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Back on the bridge, none of the other crewmembers even noticed that the only thing sitting in Travis's chair was his stuffed clothes.
"Change course, Ensign," said Archer as he leaned back in his chair. Travis's chair didn't respond. Archer didn't seem to notice.
I'm glad I sent Travis to see Phlox. He seems much calmer today.
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Just wanted to say thank you for all the feedback I got. It really encouraged me to continue writing! And I promise no more cliff hangers. I'll finish the story soon!