A/N: Meine Güte! I am a liar... I promise to try to update more often (please don't kill me). This is only one letter because I am trying to get back into the swing o' things. I started reading shojo manga (who woulda thought?) and Amyanddan has been nagging me to watch naruto and bleach (if I had access to hulu that would help a bit.) AND I was absent from school because of pink eye (hard to write fic with itchy optical units) for like, three days man! So gimme a break. ~END EXCUSE~

ANNNNNY WAY, I have a music contest on the 18th so wish me and Sunshine Girl good luck. We're doing a Viola/Violin duet (me on viola, her on violin) by this wierd dude named I. Pleyel. And in orchestra we're doing a song called Danza by Vaclav Nehybel (Chekov and Avery are totally going to name thier kid Vaclav.) and its like the beastest song ever! My Orchestra teacher/conducter/Awesomest teacher in the world and I had the best conversation ever about the composer... he-heh... mostly about me nameing my first born son after him, and then after I die, I leave him with all my worldly possesions... yeah. You get the the point, I have a music fettish. ORCH-DORKS RULE! And the Viola is the best.

Han: Are you done yet?

Me: Not quite... *mumbles incoherently about reading Fate of the Jedi* ...Ok, now I'm done.

Han: Finally. On with the story. *dissapear magically*

Giant marshmallows and sweets of all sorts danced in her mind as she dreamed of the many things she pined for. She awoke from the beautiful dream with a start and a moan. Only a wonderous dream. Her heart was broken once again, for she was on the Enterprise, and the replicators would never give her any of the yummy goodies she so desperatly yearned for. The vials of insulin were also with her candy, but the shipment was overdue by two hours...

She rubbed her pointed ears with nervousness. It was still different... And the chocolate... she could never have it again in this form. But such was the price of her curse.

V' walked onto the bridge in a hissy fit, grabbing the captain's chair turning it to face her. Her green eyes burned with fire, and Kirk visibly cowered in his chair.

"Where is my shipment!" Kirk paled and whispered, "It's not here yet..."

V' put on her brave face, and tried to return to her regular spunky demeanor. She walked down to the bridge with fists clenched, and a false smile on her face.

"Hey guys! I got a letter for Chekov!" she read the letter to the crew.

Dear Chekov,

I understand what it means to have an accent. Being from the only state considered both southern and northern, people sometimes give me a hard time over my small accent. How do you deal with people making fun of you?

P.S. Was Calculus invented in Russia?

P.P.S. Sorry Chekov, I love you, but I love Bones much, much, more. 3

Natalie Darkwood

Chekov rolled his eyes.

"Of course it vas. As for people makink fun of my accent, some have tried, but zhey have found their food quite inedible for zome weeks after vords." T'Rin and him high-fived, and giggled a bit. But their jubilation was halted when V' fell to the floor unconsious. They all gasped and scrambled to help.

"Bridge to sick bay! Bridge to sick bay! Send Bones immediately!"

T'Rin wished Avery or Spock were there. They always knew what to do. Kirk was pale faced. How had this happened? She was fine about three seconds ago!