A/N: As a reminder, this weird version of Star Trek is based on my life, so there's no telling what will happen because life is unpredictable.
Ode to A Starship by Lina Shay
Chapter Three: The Odd Couple
I had a dream about Malk last night. I drempt that he hadn't left the ship, and we were talking in his old quarters. It was nice since in the dream, I had no feelings for him. It made me sad when I woke up because I know that if Malk did come back to the Wasatch, I would still care for him. That's why I'm glad he left.
I was rather distracted during my duty shift, so when the warning light on my console started flashing, I didn't take notice. It caused a light explosion which burnt the skin off my fingers. I stumbled back, holding my hand. It stung like crazy.
Lt. Comm. Andrannon contacted Engineering to have my console repaired. She proceeded to give me a lecture on my duty and paying more attention. Oddly enough, I was too distracted by my disfigured fingers to really listen to her very much. Finally, she ordered me to sickbay.
Sisma is the sweetest doctor ever. You can really tell she cares because she seems to almost feel your pain. Then she starts telling you stories of having simular injuries.
"Once when I was young," Sisma began as she regenerated my skin cells, "my friend Litva's mother, who's a psycho-freak, told us all we had to rub the moss off of all the trees nearby to make her favorite soup. She was getting really mad that we were taking so long. All we had to rub the moss off with was our hands, though. It was nightfall before we had enough moss for the soup, and our hands were stinging because we had rubbed our skin off on those trees. That woman was a psycho-freak."
Sisma turned to put the regenerator back on the table. I caught a glimpse of the elegant bun she had put her metalic-silver hair into. I wished I could do something to make myself look more elegant. I found myself to appear rather ordinary. It suited me. I was ordinary.
That evening, I considered doing the report that Andrannon wanted by 0800 hours, but I really didn't feel like it. I decided instead to see what Sisma and B'Liz were doing. When I arrived at their quarters, B'Liz was playing Katis-kot at the table, and Sisma was sitting on her bed and petting Jalapino.
"Lina! I have to show you what I got from my mom," Sisma exclaimed at seeing me.
I went over and sat with her. As I petted the wolf, he began to hum a pleasent melody.
"Look, look!" She said, handing me a sparkly eyemask. "Smell it!"
I took it and held it up to my nose. It resembled the scent of Lavender and something else I couldn't identify. I wasn't exactly sure why anyone would want a smelly eyemask. Maybe it was supposed to be soothing. I would find it distracting myself.
"How is you hand?" She asked, taking the eyemask back.
"Good," I told her.
"No, don't move there!" She warned B'Liz.
B'Liz growled and moved there anyway. Sisma stuck her tongue out at the Klingon. I stifled a laugh, seeing the Chief Medical Officer acting like a child. She was Vegan, after all. They were known for being in touch with their child within. It makes the race quite endearing.
The computer won which made B'Liz snarl. Sisma smirked in an "I told you so" kind of way.
There was the beep tone from the door.
"Come in," Sisma called.
There was no answer. Confused, Sisma got up from the bed and walked over to the door. On the floor in front of the door lay a pink envelope.
"Someone replicated some paper," Sisma said, reaching down to pick it up. "It says commander on the front. Which do they mean? We're both commanders."
"It's for you," B'Liz assured her.
Sisma shook her head. "I don't think it's for me." She opened the envelope and looked over it. "They want one of us to meet them for dinner."
"It's for you," B'Liz repeated.
"I don't think so," Sisma said. "It's signed Lt. Roberta of Science."
"It's for me," B'Liz rushed over and grabbed the envelope from her.
"I told you it wasn't for me," Sisma shrugged, returning to her bed.
"Someone is inviting you to dinner?" I asked.
"Don't sound so surprised," B'Liz shot at me. "You think I have no other friends than you?"
I looked to Sisma, who shrugged.
"I think I'll order some Gak," B'Liz muttered, savoring the idea.
"I think you need a more balanced diet, B'Liz," Sisma advised.
"I eat a balanced diet," B'Liz insisted.
"Yeah, some Gak in each hand," Sisma chuckled.
B'Liz walked over and smacked the back of Sisma's head.
"Ouch!" Sisma exclaimed, reaching her hands to the back of her head. "You messed up my hair. I guess that wouldn't be an 'ouch', then, huh?"
I just laughed at the two of them.
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