Disclaimer: Enterprise does not belong to me. (Racking sobs)
Author's Note: Just a fun fic, nothing too serious. (I can't do serious) Enjoy!!
Surprise!
Chapter 1 Not Again
Hoshi Sato stretched in her silky sheets and smiled.
Oh it's good to be home. No more cramped living quarters for me. Hah! No more claustrophobia for me.
Rolling over in pure ecstasy, (Who ever knew you could roll in ecstasy?) she felt a chilly breeze enter the room and tussle her smooth raven hair.
What the . . .?
Hoshi flipped over in her bed; her dark globe eyes pierced into the darkness.
How did that window get open?
She groaned and flopped back down onto her soft and yielding bed. Now she was going to have to get up and shut it. She, Hoshi Sato, was going to have venture out of her wonderful warm sanctuary and . . .
Oh noooo! Something is coming through the window!
Tensing up Hoshi racked her brain to think of something, anything, to use as a weapon. But then . . .
"Hoshi . . ." an alluring male voice floated in from the window. "Hoshi . . ."
Suddenly it clicked. Maybe this person wasn't out to chop her into bits and sell her as sushi. (What? It could happen. There are lunatics out there people.)
Maybe it's him.
That is when Hoshi woke up. She was NOT at home. She was NOT in her cozy bed and there was definitely NO man coming through her window. However, there was one on the intercom and he was in BIG trouble.
Slapping the intercom so she could speak, Hoshi began to rant. "Travis Maryweather this is the last draw! I thought finding Porthose's . . .surprises under my pillow was the limit. But nooo! You had to push it. Do you know what dream I was having? Hmm? Well, neither do I! I woke up before I could finish! Well, you are going to have to find some other way to ask Ensign Cortez to movie night! I'm not teaching you Spanish!" yelled Hoshi sleep tumbled hair swinging crazily around her head as she shook her fist at the intercom. Just as she was about to take another breath and let loose the next round, a man's voice came over the intercom again; it was not Travis.
"Um, Hoshi? This is Lieutenant Malcolm Reed. Sorry to wake you, but you are needed on the bridge. You have twenty minutes."
Hoshi let loose a monstrous groan and flopped onto her cot, which was not soft and yielding by any means.
I've made myself out to be a crazy lunatic (Not the kind who chops people into neat and tiny squares. The type that yells at the air) in front of Malcolm. Again.
Slowly but surely Hoshi pulled herself off the rock slab and trudged to the bathroom, pausing at the mirror on her way.
She looked terrible. Her dark hair looked like a bramble patch surrounding her puffy face. Better yet, she had huge red creases from her pillow.
Hoshi smiled and pulled her brambles up on her head and began to sing with as much gusto as she could muster five minutes after waking up, "I'm too sexy for my cot, too sexy for the bridge,too sexy for Mal . . ."
A man's voice came over the intercom, a British male's voice.
"Uh, Ensign you did not turn off your intercom"
Just shoot me now.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading! This is only my third fic and I am in desperate need of advice! Thank you to all who reviewed my past fics! You really helped me! Okay, time to dry my eyes. I really need to get over the "not owning Enterprise thing". Fat chance.
Author's Note: Just a fun fic, nothing too serious. (I can't do serious) Enjoy!!
Surprise!
Chapter 1 Not Again
Hoshi Sato stretched in her silky sheets and smiled.
Oh it's good to be home. No more cramped living quarters for me. Hah! No more claustrophobia for me.
Rolling over in pure ecstasy, (Who ever knew you could roll in ecstasy?) she felt a chilly breeze enter the room and tussle her smooth raven hair.
What the . . .?
Hoshi flipped over in her bed; her dark globe eyes pierced into the darkness.
How did that window get open?
She groaned and flopped back down onto her soft and yielding bed. Now she was going to have to get up and shut it. She, Hoshi Sato, was going to have venture out of her wonderful warm sanctuary and . . .
Oh noooo! Something is coming through the window!
Tensing up Hoshi racked her brain to think of something, anything, to use as a weapon. But then . . .
"Hoshi . . ." an alluring male voice floated in from the window. "Hoshi . . ."
Suddenly it clicked. Maybe this person wasn't out to chop her into bits and sell her as sushi. (What? It could happen. There are lunatics out there people.)
Maybe it's him.
That is when Hoshi woke up. She was NOT at home. She was NOT in her cozy bed and there was definitely NO man coming through her window. However, there was one on the intercom and he was in BIG trouble.
Slapping the intercom so she could speak, Hoshi began to rant. "Travis Maryweather this is the last draw! I thought finding Porthose's . . .surprises under my pillow was the limit. But nooo! You had to push it. Do you know what dream I was having? Hmm? Well, neither do I! I woke up before I could finish! Well, you are going to have to find some other way to ask Ensign Cortez to movie night! I'm not teaching you Spanish!" yelled Hoshi sleep tumbled hair swinging crazily around her head as she shook her fist at the intercom. Just as she was about to take another breath and let loose the next round, a man's voice came over the intercom again; it was not Travis.
"Um, Hoshi? This is Lieutenant Malcolm Reed. Sorry to wake you, but you are needed on the bridge. You have twenty minutes."
Hoshi let loose a monstrous groan and flopped onto her cot, which was not soft and yielding by any means.
I've made myself out to be a crazy lunatic (Not the kind who chops people into neat and tiny squares. The type that yells at the air) in front of Malcolm. Again.
Slowly but surely Hoshi pulled herself off the rock slab and trudged to the bathroom, pausing at the mirror on her way.
She looked terrible. Her dark hair looked like a bramble patch surrounding her puffy face. Better yet, she had huge red creases from her pillow.
Hoshi smiled and pulled her brambles up on her head and began to sing with as much gusto as she could muster five minutes after waking up, "I'm too sexy for my cot, too sexy for the bridge,too sexy for Mal . . ."
A man's voice came over the intercom, a British male's voice.
"Uh, Ensign you did not turn off your intercom"
Just shoot me now.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading! This is only my third fic and I am in desperate need of advice! Thank you to all who reviewed my past fics! You really helped me! Okay, time to dry my eyes. I really need to get over the "not owning Enterprise thing". Fat chance.