Disclaimer: I do not own Enterprise. Duh.
Author's Note : Sup! (That means "Hi!" in the language of the loons). Fun fic time. Enjoy reading or for the internally bitter, bashing. Ta! ("Good-bye" in language of the loons).
The following in a heart-to-heart between the brilliant linguist, Ensign Hoshi Sato, and the ever so lovable, Dr. Phlox:
If Not for Doctor-Patient Confidentiality
Humming cheerfully to himself, Dr. Phlox prattled among his many creatures making sure each one had been fed, watered, and of course chortled to. (Reader tip: All creatures need a good chortling now and then. Nothing like a good "goo-goo" to fill up the bucket of fuzzies!) Having finished, the good doctor let out a long contented sigh. This was his favorite time aboard the ship. It was dead quiet and intoxicatingly serene. There were no medical emergencies, shot Lieutenant Reeds, or burnt Commander Tuckers to worry about on the grave-yard shift.
Dr. Phlox was about to settle in the only comfortable chair in sick bay and read "Why Women Rule and Men Drool" when an impertinent chime rang through the air. He clucked his tongue. Hoshi's mother must have contacted her again. Doctor Phlox touched the communication panel and queried in his usually friendly tone, "Yes Ensign? What is it?"
"How did you know it was me?" came the astounded reply.
"Oh it's quite simple really. You are the only one who calls me at this hour." He countered easily.
"Oh, sorry."
"No bother. You know I follow a rather sparse sleeping pattern. I was merely reading this rather tantalizing book. Perhaps you have heard of it ..." rambled the doctor.
"Doctor . . . I," Hoshi interjected.
"Ooops, sorry, I tend to get a bit carried away. Did you want to talk to me about something?"
"Well, yes. You see my mother called and . . ."
"Hah! I knew it!" cried the Doctor before he could stop himself.
"What?"
"Oh nothing, I just remembered something." was the quick reply.
"Anyway, my mother called and she went on and on about my brother Chou, you know Chou right?"
"Yes, I believe he is the one that flushed your favorite troll down the toilet when you were in 1st grade."
"Exactly. Well he just got married to my best friend Whitney and now they are expecting a baby. I'm very excited and everything . . ."
"But . . ." suggested Dr. Phlox.
"But, my mother can be so . . . well she can be just outright annoying. She completely ignored me when I told her about the most recent translation I had completed. It's like she thinks that getting married and having children is more important than what I do!" Hoshi cried out in exasperation.
"Did she say so?"
"Well no, but the way she was carrying on about how great Chou and Whitney's life was . . ." Ensign Sato ranted heatedly.
"Hoshi, do you think that maybe it's you that thinks that getting married and having children is more important than working aboard Enterprise?" Dr. Phlox gently interjected.
Dead silence filled the line.
"Oh my . . . . I do think that! I've never realized that before! It's not that I don't value my time on Enterprise. Just eventually I would like to have those things. I deserve them right?"
"Yes, of course Hoshi. You will get them, in time. Now, however, you can use your talents here while waiting for the right man to come along."
"Thanks Doctor. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Very good. I'll see you tomorrow Ensign."
Doctor Phlox tapped off the communications link and sank into his chair. Shaking his head he began reading again, thinking in the back of his mind what a good book he would be able to write if not for doctor-patient confidentiality.
Author's note: Hi! I know that was kind of slow paced, but I would really like some reviews! Improvement is always a good thing!