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Little Ensign's Room
Chapter Five: All at Sea
Due to a series of really embarrassing and unfortunate events, certain members of the crew came to the realization that only one bathroom on the entire ship was fully functional.
Just one.
This happened about two weeks into the trip to a feasible repair site.
When the crew fully realized just what their discovery meant, a full heart-ed cry rose up all over this ship in a course of just six minutes.
"Crap!"
Hailing frequencies were quickly opened. No one wanted anything to go wrong. The last time they had a run in with Romulans the result had been less than satisfactory...
The face of the Romulan captain was up on the viewscreen ready to make his demands when a little beeper went off at the navigation station.
Chekov jumped up while most everyone else covered their face. Sulu, being the wonderful man that he was, simply stared in disbelief. Glaring at them all, the navigator grit out "Judge me and I weel make you all misery-able" before run-hop-and-a-skip-ing over the raised platform and into the facilities.
Immediately afterward the connection with the Romulan ship was mysteriously lost.
Two hours into an all out space-brawl with the Romulan ship Kirk suddenly stood from his seat and turned towards the small room offset the bridge.
Blushing horribly, he muttered something about judging and "me either!"
Usually the doctor didn't have much to say to Rand beyond the usual everyday small talk. However, at the usual before bed line up, a common topic was found, to both parties mutual agreement.
Shifting her weight so that her right knee was in front of the left, and then vice versa, Rand stood in line waiting patiently to move up one person. Her inward mantra (just five more to go, just five more to go) was momentarily interrupted when she spotted a certain person run up from behind her and to the front of the line before slipping through the bathroom door.
She hmm-ed in agreement with the man in front of her who had commented to himself. "There goes Pregs again."
Rolling rapidly back and forth on the balls of his feet, McCoy commented quietly over Rands shoulder. "You ever get that feeling, ya know, that it's all her fault?"
Strangely enough, Spock was the only person on board who didn't seem to have a problem with the arrangements.
In fact, he could often be found on the bridge or nearby simply watching the goings ons and occasionally muttering a quiet "fascinating".
Chapter Six: We reach the climax and conclusion of this story...
A/N: Regarding "Pregs": Everyone knows about morning sickness, right? Okay. I've heard on several occasions pregnant women bemoan the effect that six to nine extra pounds have when they're all resting on their bladders. Pregnant women have a much smaller bladder capacity because of this.
I can't believe I just wrote that. This fic needs to end... Review! please...