Disclaimer: I do not own Enterprise. However, I do own a very, very nice
Orlando Bloom poster. Back off ladies! He's all mine. Okay, stop looking at
me like that! Yeah, yeah, I know it's just a poster.
Authors Note: This is just a fun little thing I cooked up, nothing serious. I just wanted to make a few people smile, including me. Sorry if the format is screwed up. I haven't quite figured that out yet. I'm computer- challenged.
Just Window Shopping
Ensign Hoshi Sato, known as jitterbug by her closest friends, rubbed her tired eyes in frustration. She had been starring at her computer consul for hours trying to figure out the numerous dialects of the new people Enterprise had just encountered, the Norans.
Damn, why can't you people all speak the same way!
She inwardly groaned at the angry thought that had just past through her mind. She usually loved picking apart languages, the more challenging the better. However, she was tired, hungry, and desperately in the need for a pit stop at the nearest lavatory. (Oh don't groan. They have to go to the bathroom sometime. It is a normal bodily function. Right? Right?) Hoshi brushed a wayward strand of her raven hair away from her face as she glared at the time chronometer. (Does this thing exist?)
I only have thirty minutes, thirty minutes. That's not long. I can do this. I can . . . I'm going to die! Hoshi, focus, focus . . .
Unfortunately her attempts at focusing were unsuccessful and her overloaded mind began to wander . . .
Wow, there are a lot of men on this bridge, a lot of good-looking men. Travis has really got some muscles. I mean his shoulders are like mountains, hot-fudge mountains. Yummy. Oh! Oh! Malcolm just came on duty. He is so . . . so . . . chiseled. Not to mention that sexy accent of his. Uh oh! He's just caught me staring, probably drooling too. Yikes! He looks pretty disgruntled. He's so cute when he's disgruntled. I hope he can't read my mind. Okay Hosh, time to turn away. Keep going . . . keep going . . . Stop! Captain Archer dead ahead. He really is the cat's meow. Where did that come from? I must be really tired, especially if I'm staring at my captain's ass . . .
"Uh Hoshi? Ensign Sato? Hoshi? Are you alright?" Captain Archer inquired with an amused grin on his face.
Hoshi snapped out of her trance. "Sir! I mean yes, sir. Everything is fine, sir" Hoshi nearly screamed. The entire bridge crew was starring at her. Was Travis laughing? No sharing my dessert with you buddy.
"Just checking, you looked like you had left the ship. Where were you just now?" Captain Archer asked with interest.
Smiling slightly, Hoshi merely replied, "Just shopping sir, just doing some window shopping".
Authors Note: Did you smile? Well I did. Do you know what would really make me smile? Reviews! I am a beginning writer here folks. Yeah, yeah I know. How could you tell, right? Please, I need help. Just don't torch me; my mind is weak from finals.
Authors Note: This is just a fun little thing I cooked up, nothing serious. I just wanted to make a few people smile, including me. Sorry if the format is screwed up. I haven't quite figured that out yet. I'm computer- challenged.
Just Window Shopping
Ensign Hoshi Sato, known as jitterbug by her closest friends, rubbed her tired eyes in frustration. She had been starring at her computer consul for hours trying to figure out the numerous dialects of the new people Enterprise had just encountered, the Norans.
Damn, why can't you people all speak the same way!
She inwardly groaned at the angry thought that had just past through her mind. She usually loved picking apart languages, the more challenging the better. However, she was tired, hungry, and desperately in the need for a pit stop at the nearest lavatory. (Oh don't groan. They have to go to the bathroom sometime. It is a normal bodily function. Right? Right?) Hoshi brushed a wayward strand of her raven hair away from her face as she glared at the time chronometer. (Does this thing exist?)
I only have thirty minutes, thirty minutes. That's not long. I can do this. I can . . . I'm going to die! Hoshi, focus, focus . . .
Unfortunately her attempts at focusing were unsuccessful and her overloaded mind began to wander . . .
Wow, there are a lot of men on this bridge, a lot of good-looking men. Travis has really got some muscles. I mean his shoulders are like mountains, hot-fudge mountains. Yummy. Oh! Oh! Malcolm just came on duty. He is so . . . so . . . chiseled. Not to mention that sexy accent of his. Uh oh! He's just caught me staring, probably drooling too. Yikes! He looks pretty disgruntled. He's so cute when he's disgruntled. I hope he can't read my mind. Okay Hosh, time to turn away. Keep going . . . keep going . . . Stop! Captain Archer dead ahead. He really is the cat's meow. Where did that come from? I must be really tired, especially if I'm staring at my captain's ass . . .
"Uh Hoshi? Ensign Sato? Hoshi? Are you alright?" Captain Archer inquired with an amused grin on his face.
Hoshi snapped out of her trance. "Sir! I mean yes, sir. Everything is fine, sir" Hoshi nearly screamed. The entire bridge crew was starring at her. Was Travis laughing? No sharing my dessert with you buddy.
"Just checking, you looked like you had left the ship. Where were you just now?" Captain Archer asked with interest.
Smiling slightly, Hoshi merely replied, "Just shopping sir, just doing some window shopping".
Authors Note: Did you smile? Well I did. Do you know what would really make me smile? Reviews! I am a beginning writer here folks. Yeah, yeah I know. How could you tell, right? Please, I need help. Just don't torch me; my mind is weak from finals.