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bridge2sickbay ficlets from 1/10/10
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bluegeekThis week's theme was resolutions.
Prompt: Scotty, Chekov - Resolve to never talk about it again.
Dangerous Ideas
″You do realize, laddie, that even if our theories are correct and we can turn all the alcohol my still produces into an acceptable alternative fuel source for the ship, then that would mean less for us all to enjoy.″ Scotty looked positively horrified at the thought.
Chekov's flush of success turned swiftly to chagrin as he looked up from his calculations to meet Scotty's eyes. He then transferred his gaze from the unlabeled bottle on the table to his PADD and back again, before emitting a sigh and deleting his data.
Scotty poured the rest of the bottle out into their two glasses and raised his in a toast. ″We'll not speak of this again, eh?″
″Yes, Mr. Scott. I believe zhat would be best.″ He clinked his own glass to the Chief Engineer's and then tossed it back.
~~~
Prompt: Spock, Sarek - Resolve to do something (specific) in memory of Amanda.
Lines of Communication
″Father, I must report to you that little has changed since the last time we spoke. I remain in good health, as does Lieutenant Uhura. The ship has not been involved in any skirmishes in 3 weeks and 2.7 days. The Enterprise remains in orbit around Coritia and we are continuing to collect, identify, and catalog samples of the planet's flora. While I find the process interesting as we have discovered several new variations since this planet was last explored, I do not believe it will suffice as our sole conversational topic.″
″That is acceptable, my son. Scientific exploration of any sort is an admirable pursuit,″ replied Sarek.
″And yet I find it difficult to believe that it justifies the time you are taking away from your sleep cycle.″
″Spock, our continued and regular contact is what your mother would have wanted. Even if it consists solely of, as she would query, 'How was your day?'″
There was a lull in communication as both parties paused for reflection.
″Indeed. Father, please update me on the progress that has been made on the new Science Academy.″
~~~
Prompt: Kirk, Scotty - Resolve to never eat that ever again.
Protocol
“Now, Mr Scott, I believe there is a lesson to be learned from this, don't you agree?”
“Aye, Cap'n.” Scotty struggled to look appropriately shamefaced.
Kirk waited for several beats for Scotty to continue before prompting, “And that would be...”
“Ta bring a snack with me on future missions, sir?”
“Scotty!”
“Cap'n, how was I ta know that the bushy green thing was a centerpiece instead of a salad? They've had us here for hours for this daft summit without serving any food at all. When they finally brought us into the banquet hall I was expectin' a blasted banquet and decided to tuck in! You can hardly fault me when starvation is cloudin' m'thoughts.”
Kirk huffed out a sigh and ran a hand over his face. He'd spent the previous three hours discussing the terms of Scotty's release with the Federation's protocol adviser and the planet's representatives. That, added to the fact that they still hadn't yet had a decent meal, was beginning to take its toll on his patience and temper. “Scotty, you ate the damned Peace Plant! It is a symbol of the unity between the planet's two major factions! They've been at war with each other for more than a century! You ate their peace!”
Scotty reddened. “Aye, Cap'n. I'll read the protocol adviser's reports more carefully in the future.”
“Thank you.” Kirk activated his communicator. “Enterprise, two to beam up.”
Just as he felt the transporter beam take hold of him Jim could swear he heard something from the man next to him. It wasn't until they'd rematerialized onto the transporter deck of the ship that he realized what it was.
Scotty's stomach was growling.
Prompt: Scotty, Chekov - Resolve to never talk about it again.
Dangerous Ideas
″You do realize, laddie, that even if our theories are correct and we can turn all the alcohol my still produces into an acceptable alternative fuel source for the ship, then that would mean less for us all to enjoy.″ Scotty looked positively horrified at the thought.
Chekov's flush of success turned swiftly to chagrin as he looked up from his calculations to meet Scotty's eyes. He then transferred his gaze from the unlabeled bottle on the table to his PADD and back again, before emitting a sigh and deleting his data.
Scotty poured the rest of the bottle out into their two glasses and raised his in a toast. ″We'll not speak of this again, eh?″
″Yes, Mr. Scott. I believe zhat would be best.″ He clinked his own glass to the Chief Engineer's and then tossed it back.
~~~
Prompt: Spock, Sarek - Resolve to do something (specific) in memory of Amanda.
Lines of Communication
″Father, I must report to you that little has changed since the last time we spoke. I remain in good health, as does Lieutenant Uhura. The ship has not been involved in any skirmishes in 3 weeks and 2.7 days. The Enterprise remains in orbit around Coritia and we are continuing to collect, identify, and catalog samples of the planet's flora. While I find the process interesting as we have discovered several new variations since this planet was last explored, I do not believe it will suffice as our sole conversational topic.″
″That is acceptable, my son. Scientific exploration of any sort is an admirable pursuit,″ replied Sarek.
″And yet I find it difficult to believe that it justifies the time you are taking away from your sleep cycle.″
″Spock, our continued and regular contact is what your mother would have wanted. Even if it consists solely of, as she would query, 'How was your day?'″
There was a lull in communication as both parties paused for reflection.
″Indeed. Father, please update me on the progress that has been made on the new Science Academy.″
~~~
Prompt: Kirk, Scotty - Resolve to never eat that ever again.
Protocol
“Now, Mr Scott, I believe there is a lesson to be learned from this, don't you agree?”
“Aye, Cap'n.” Scotty struggled to look appropriately shamefaced.
Kirk waited for several beats for Scotty to continue before prompting, “And that would be...”
“Ta bring a snack with me on future missions, sir?”
“Scotty!”
“Cap'n, how was I ta know that the bushy green thing was a centerpiece instead of a salad? They've had us here for hours for this daft summit without serving any food at all. When they finally brought us into the banquet hall I was expectin' a blasted banquet and decided to tuck in! You can hardly fault me when starvation is cloudin' m'thoughts.”
Kirk huffed out a sigh and ran a hand over his face. He'd spent the previous three hours discussing the terms of Scotty's release with the Federation's protocol adviser and the planet's representatives. That, added to the fact that they still hadn't yet had a decent meal, was beginning to take its toll on his patience and temper. “Scotty, you ate the damned Peace Plant! It is a symbol of the unity between the planet's two major factions! They've been at war with each other for more than a century! You ate their peace!”
Scotty reddened. “Aye, Cap'n. I'll read the protocol adviser's reports more carefully in the future.”
“Thank you.” Kirk activated his communicator. “Enterprise, two to beam up.”
Just as he felt the transporter beam take hold of him Jim could swear he heard something from the man next to him. It wasn't until they'd rematerialized onto the transporter deck of the ship that he realized what it was.
Scotty's stomach was growling.
