Title: Following a Misidentification

Author: greatsarcasmo

Category: Drabble

Rating: K

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: All of this belongs to someone else, I'm just having a little fun and I'll end up just as poor at the end of it as I was when I started.

A/N: The fifth of several drabbles that were my fic beginnings written 4 years ago. My brain tends to work in spurts. We all have to start somewhere.

Following a Misidentification

I did hear it. Yes, 100 people on this ship claim that same thing, but I really was on Deck 3 that night. And no, I won't tell you what I was doing there.

I was a full corridor over, but I imagine everyone with quarters on that deck, including the captain, was able to decipher every word. I imagine she was as amused as everyone else.

After all, Klingons don't normally squawk.

As I stepped into the turbolift, her words rang out, followed by a shout of laughter that shook the paneling.

"You kissed the doctor!"