Zen
"Hey, George," Uhura called as she spotted Ensign Reed. "Chip sent a message."
Reed turned back and listened as Uhura delivered what most would consider a scathing insult. He smiled. "It must have taken him two days in front a dictionary to come up with that. Excuse me, lieutenant. That cannot go unanswered."
Uhura shook her head in amusement as he walked away. She knew his zen response was only because he and Chip Tucker were old friends who got their kicks from trading barbs by proxy. They were really trying to get reactions out of the messengers rather than each other.
A/N: Satin Ragdoll, thanks a million for your prompts. I've really enjoyed them, usually much more than the words I picked for myself.
The Alphabet Drabbles have concluded. In case you're wondering, yes, I've also included a descendent of Trip. He's not in Starfleet. I see him more like Han Solo-independent, looking out for himself, but unswervingly loyal to his friends.
Until I drabble again, feel free to read and review my other stories. (Please? It would make my day.)