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 Twenty Five: One
I seemed to like being alone more. I stayed in my room and read instead of looking to hang out with friends. It was some form of retreat, I think. I wasn't really sure. I went to work, mindlessly did my duties, went to my quarters and read. Reading gave me some joy. It wasn't all lethargy. Books were a lonely companion, though. After starting to read a novel for the second time, I realized that it was an escape and I had to go back to being with people.
My console began to malfunction during my shift, so I instinctively asked Engineering to send Hitchcock. I was surprised from my disappointment when Engineering told me that Hitchcock wasn't on duty. They said they would send someone else. So I waited. When the man in a gold uniform walked in, I recognized him from various breif meetings around the ship. He came up and asked me what was wrong with my console. As he leaned over to examine it, I felt drawn to him. I wasn't sure if it was my own loneliness or him. I watched his work, standing closer to him than I needed to. And while he was running the diagnostic, I gazed at his profile. He was not a great-looking man, especially with those giant Atrean ears. But I saw possibilities in his dark eyes. I could see him as cute.
He seemed to notice my attentions toward him. He made converstaion with me about my area of expertise and how I liked the quardrant. Other things that didn't really matter. As he fixed the console, I continued the conversation as long as I could, smiling pleasently at him.
"I'm actually am not a career engineer," he told me.
"Oh?" I asked.
"I graduated the academy thinking that engineering was the world," he continued. "But I later decided that it wasn't what I really wanted. So I have been taking correspondance courses from the academy to get a degree in communications."
"Really..." I had never thought of that. I could go back to the academy. My only problem was I didn't know what I would study. But it still was a very appealing idea.
"That should do it," he announced. "Call me if there are any more problems. I should head back to engineering now."
I nodded.
He started to go, but stopped. "What's your name?"
"Shay Lina," I told him.
"I'm Davon Print," he said, shaking my hand.
I had the feeling that he wanted to see me again. It was a nice feeling. I didn't really know enough about him to say I was interested in him, but if he had asked me to meet him in the mess hall, I would have agreed. He didn't ask, though. He just left Astrometrics.
A/N: This is a really short chapter and it seems my chapters are coming along slower. It seems my life is mostly ruitine now, so there's nothing much to write. When something does happen, I'll try to write it.