Last chapter tonight! R&R please!
Qwi had a hard time restraining laughter as she watched the Romulan and the Vulcan-Klingon take a bite or two of food, slyly glance at the other, and then return to their food. Neither of them knew the other was doing it. Qwi smiled happily.
"Is something wrong?" Spock asked from where he sat next to Toreth.
"Toreth and T'Son are so obvious, yet they cannot even see it in each other, so they decide to be enemies and use their species as an excuse. It is so funny!" Qwi whispered. She did not tell Spock that she was happy that for once, she had the upper hand.
It had always been Stephanie and Nathan, and then Rachel. Even now, it was still Toreth and T'Son. Both Vulcans, or at least Toreth had been. Both Trekkies to the extreme, while, she liked it a little but was not completely obsessed. Both were brilliant mathematicians, while she had trouble with things like fifteen squared. Goddess, they even both chose names that began with "T!"
"I do not see how two emotional beings who love one another and stubbornly refuse to tell each other is amusing," Spock said. Qwi laughed again. Spock wisely decided not to comment. A moment later though, it was not Qwi who was laughing.
The doors slid open. A few people glanced over to see who it was, one of those people being Toreth. Ensign Monarch walked in, ordered a something-or- other from the replicator and sat down.
"Qwi, look!" she said, pointing him out.
"Toreth, do not start..." Qwi began.
"I was teasing New York brain," Toreth said.
"New York brain?" Qwi asked.
"Another lame insult I came up with," Toreth said airily.
"Who is he anyway?" T'Son asked.
"This guy who over heard our conversation right after we left you and Alicia alone," Qwi said, shooting Toreth a triumphant look. T'Son and Toreth both glared at her.
"Should we kill her now?" T'Son asked.
"Yes," Toreth said. They both drew phasers and pointed them at Qwi. Qwi stared at the phasers, not Trekkie enough to tell what level they were set on. She could think of nothing but to draw her own phaser.
"What level is that on?" Toreth asked.
"You tell me yours first," Qwi shot back. Toreth sighed.
"Level two," she said.
"Level five," T'Son said.
"Level three," Qwi said.
"Trust the... Klingon... to have his highest," Toreth said with disdain.
"Trust the cowardly Romulan to have hers lowest," T'Son said.
"Never underestimate the power of a good hostage. Also, Qwi is my friend."
"Ha ha, not mine," T'Son laughed.
"Neither are your mine," Qwi said.
"Dear God, please let them not start arguing again," Toreth frantically prayed. It was too late. T'Son was saying something about an airlock, and Qwi saying something about ninja monkeys from Kim Possible. Toreth did not think she wanted to know. It was time to let out a secret weapon.
"Look, Joel Monarch and Alicia Harrison are snogging!" she said.
"What?" T'Son and Qwi both cried. Toreth grinned.
"At least you are no longer arguing!" she said. And then she ran out of the room. Qwi and T'Son took one look at each other before streaking after her.
"Who are Joel Monarch and Allison Harrison?" Kirk asked. "No Spock, don't answer that. You, Bones, and I have to find three teenagers who are going to destroy the ship." Spock refrained from pointing out that they would not destroy Enterprise, just one another.
that night
"Oh polynomials, I love you!" Toreth sang to the tune of the French anthem.
"Polynomials?" Kirk asked.
"Sorry. It is just that Qwi detests polynomials, so I have to think of ways to annoy her with them," Toreth said.
"Are you sure you want to do that, after your arguments today?" Kirk asked.
"We are always doing things like that. T'Son and Qwi know that I am the one who makes the really bad jokes that are not the most appropriate either. Like, you do not want to here the one I made up about repopulating the universe..." Toreth laughed.
"I think I agree," Kirk said.
"Did you move my hairbrush?" Toreth asked suddenly.
"No..." Kirk said.
"Never mind; I found it. What about the bubble gum flavored lip gloss?" Toreth asked.
"Oh, that was lip gloss?" Kirk asked.
"What did you do with it?" Toreth said.
"I thought it was some sort of candy. It tasted good," Kirk said, starting to feel very ill.
"Please do not tell me you ate my lip gloss because they are not made in the same type of containers in the twenty-third century," Toreth said.
"Ummm..." Kirk said.
"Oh well," Toreth said cheerfully. "I shall replicate more and you... you shall get indigestion."
Meanwhile, things were not going well with Qwi either.
"Doctor, what is this thingamajig on my bed?" Qwi asked. Bones looked at it, swore, and said a name no one but a doctor could pronounce.
"I should not have forgotten about this; Spock will shoot me," he muttered.
"At least T'Son did not shoot you with the phaser," Qwi muttered.
"It was on the lowest setting and besides, you got him back," Bones said.
"I hate males," Qwi said glumly.
"Hey!" Bones said.
"Most males," Qwi corrected herself. "I bet Toreth is thinking about him right now."
"So, does Toreth like Spock or T'Son?" McCoy asked.
"Both," Qwi responded. "She likes Spock more though."
"I cannot imagine why."
"Me neither." Both sighed, gloomy at the end of the day.
And now, for the talks between Spock and T'Son!
"T'Son, you did not behave at all like a Vulcan today, and neither did Toreth," he said.
"I am a quarter Klingon now," T'Son said, "and Toreth is all Romulan."
"It is very curious, this ability to change species at will by summoning this Q. What is Q?"
"He is kind of... like Trelane!" T'Son told Spock.
"Trelane? Why would you want to associate with him?" Spock asked.
"He is much better than Trelane though. Q rules!"
The three got in bed after a very... interesting day. Toreth's last thought was of who she liked better, T'Son or Spock, T'Son's last thought was wondering if he should ask Toreth out, and Qwi's last though was the happy image of T'Son "accidentally" falling out an airlock. She was the only one who fell asleep happily.
Qwi had a hard time restraining laughter as she watched the Romulan and the Vulcan-Klingon take a bite or two of food, slyly glance at the other, and then return to their food. Neither of them knew the other was doing it. Qwi smiled happily.
"Is something wrong?" Spock asked from where he sat next to Toreth.
"Toreth and T'Son are so obvious, yet they cannot even see it in each other, so they decide to be enemies and use their species as an excuse. It is so funny!" Qwi whispered. She did not tell Spock that she was happy that for once, she had the upper hand.
It had always been Stephanie and Nathan, and then Rachel. Even now, it was still Toreth and T'Son. Both Vulcans, or at least Toreth had been. Both Trekkies to the extreme, while, she liked it a little but was not completely obsessed. Both were brilliant mathematicians, while she had trouble with things like fifteen squared. Goddess, they even both chose names that began with "T!"
"I do not see how two emotional beings who love one another and stubbornly refuse to tell each other is amusing," Spock said. Qwi laughed again. Spock wisely decided not to comment. A moment later though, it was not Qwi who was laughing.
The doors slid open. A few people glanced over to see who it was, one of those people being Toreth. Ensign Monarch walked in, ordered a something-or- other from the replicator and sat down.
"Qwi, look!" she said, pointing him out.
"Toreth, do not start..." Qwi began.
"I was teasing New York brain," Toreth said.
"New York brain?" Qwi asked.
"Another lame insult I came up with," Toreth said airily.
"Who is he anyway?" T'Son asked.
"This guy who over heard our conversation right after we left you and Alicia alone," Qwi said, shooting Toreth a triumphant look. T'Son and Toreth both glared at her.
"Should we kill her now?" T'Son asked.
"Yes," Toreth said. They both drew phasers and pointed them at Qwi. Qwi stared at the phasers, not Trekkie enough to tell what level they were set on. She could think of nothing but to draw her own phaser.
"What level is that on?" Toreth asked.
"You tell me yours first," Qwi shot back. Toreth sighed.
"Level two," she said.
"Level five," T'Son said.
"Level three," Qwi said.
"Trust the... Klingon... to have his highest," Toreth said with disdain.
"Trust the cowardly Romulan to have hers lowest," T'Son said.
"Never underestimate the power of a good hostage. Also, Qwi is my friend."
"Ha ha, not mine," T'Son laughed.
"Neither are your mine," Qwi said.
"Dear God, please let them not start arguing again," Toreth frantically prayed. It was too late. T'Son was saying something about an airlock, and Qwi saying something about ninja monkeys from Kim Possible. Toreth did not think she wanted to know. It was time to let out a secret weapon.
"Look, Joel Monarch and Alicia Harrison are snogging!" she said.
"What?" T'Son and Qwi both cried. Toreth grinned.
"At least you are no longer arguing!" she said. And then she ran out of the room. Qwi and T'Son took one look at each other before streaking after her.
"Who are Joel Monarch and Allison Harrison?" Kirk asked. "No Spock, don't answer that. You, Bones, and I have to find three teenagers who are going to destroy the ship." Spock refrained from pointing out that they would not destroy Enterprise, just one another.
that night
"Oh polynomials, I love you!" Toreth sang to the tune of the French anthem.
"Polynomials?" Kirk asked.
"Sorry. It is just that Qwi detests polynomials, so I have to think of ways to annoy her with them," Toreth said.
"Are you sure you want to do that, after your arguments today?" Kirk asked.
"We are always doing things like that. T'Son and Qwi know that I am the one who makes the really bad jokes that are not the most appropriate either. Like, you do not want to here the one I made up about repopulating the universe..." Toreth laughed.
"I think I agree," Kirk said.
"Did you move my hairbrush?" Toreth asked suddenly.
"No..." Kirk said.
"Never mind; I found it. What about the bubble gum flavored lip gloss?" Toreth asked.
"Oh, that was lip gloss?" Kirk asked.
"What did you do with it?" Toreth said.
"I thought it was some sort of candy. It tasted good," Kirk said, starting to feel very ill.
"Please do not tell me you ate my lip gloss because they are not made in the same type of containers in the twenty-third century," Toreth said.
"Ummm..." Kirk said.
"Oh well," Toreth said cheerfully. "I shall replicate more and you... you shall get indigestion."
Meanwhile, things were not going well with Qwi either.
"Doctor, what is this thingamajig on my bed?" Qwi asked. Bones looked at it, swore, and said a name no one but a doctor could pronounce.
"I should not have forgotten about this; Spock will shoot me," he muttered.
"At least T'Son did not shoot you with the phaser," Qwi muttered.
"It was on the lowest setting and besides, you got him back," Bones said.
"I hate males," Qwi said glumly.
"Hey!" Bones said.
"Most males," Qwi corrected herself. "I bet Toreth is thinking about him right now."
"So, does Toreth like Spock or T'Son?" McCoy asked.
"Both," Qwi responded. "She likes Spock more though."
"I cannot imagine why."
"Me neither." Both sighed, gloomy at the end of the day.
And now, for the talks between Spock and T'Son!
"T'Son, you did not behave at all like a Vulcan today, and neither did Toreth," he said.
"I am a quarter Klingon now," T'Son said, "and Toreth is all Romulan."
"It is very curious, this ability to change species at will by summoning this Q. What is Q?"
"He is kind of... like Trelane!" T'Son told Spock.
"Trelane? Why would you want to associate with him?" Spock asked.
"He is much better than Trelane though. Q rules!"
The three got in bed after a very... interesting day. Toreth's last thought was of who she liked better, T'Son or Spock, T'Son's last thought was wondering if he should ask Toreth out, and Qwi's last though was the happy image of T'Son "accidentally" falling out an airlock. She was the only one who fell asleep happily.