Fanfic: Starship Elyssa Chapter 4 - Part 6
Finally, the ending of this episode. Weehee.
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The door slammed open.
First Officer Blair jumped and opened her eyes weakly toward the light pouring in from the door.
“I’m sleeping with you,” Roads declared loudly as the door slid behind her and she began taking off her clothes.
“Mmmmfine,” agreed Blair as she nestled into the blanket.
“Do you have any sleep clothes?” Roads asked.
“On the bench.”
“Thanks,” replied the voice in the dark.
Blair felt a weight dip into the mattress, and the covers lift to cover a body, and cold feet press against hers.
“Your feet are cold,” she murmured.
“Yeah, please warm them for me,” whispered Roads, huddling close to Blair but not draping her.
“That’s not one of my duties as First Officer,” replied Blair.
“I’m going to propose that at the next Starfleet Council meeting,” stuttered Roads as she shivered under the covers. “I think I got set up.”
Blair immediately opened her eyes. She turned over.
“What like, to be killed?” she asked, deeply concerned now.
“No, to be, like, pranked,” she replied, her face attempting to share the same pillow.
“That’s bizarre.”
“I know. I think some people don’t like me.”
“Don’t be paranoid. That doesn’t help.”
“I know. No, you know, it probably wasn’t. Just you know that blonde yeoman?”
“The one that first met us?”
“Yeah,” Roads chewed her lip nervously pausing “Well, she put me in C57, Kirk’s cabin by mistake.”
“What, really?” scoffed Blair.
“Yeah.”
“That’s so sitcom.”
“I know.”
“You know she might’ve been pranking,” she said. “I mean, I agree. But I don’t think it was to humiliate you. I think maybe she likes playing matchmaker.”
“What? Me and Jim?” Roads clarified.
“Two captains? Torn between duty and true love, never to be together?” suggested Blair, smiling in the dark. “It reeks of slapping and evil twin brothers.”
“This isn’t All my Starfleet!” baffled Roads.
“Try again.”
“This isn’t Days of our Stardates!”
“One more time.”
“This isn’t The Young and the Shipless.”
“Less corny, but there is some interesting speculation there,” grinned Blair, snickering just bit. Roads turned over onto her back, occupying half the space in the bed.
“Do you like Kirk?” asked Blair.
“You already asked me this,” replied Roads, she flopped her arms down over the covers.
“I know. I wanna ask you again?” repeated Blair, on her back as well and staring at the ceiling.
“I don’t know,” sighed Roads. “Maybe.”
“Hmm.”
A silence filled between them in the dark.
“I saw his underwear today.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Was it bright gold?”
“No, it was blue.”
“Huh.”
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“Good work, Teixeira.”
The brunette wiped the sweat from her brow and stood back to admire her work from afar. A hand reached up and rested proudly on her other shoulder, wrapping an arm behind her back.
“I think it might look better than it did before,” added the Scottsman. She made a face.
“No, you don‘t,” she kidded, smiling as she removed herself from his touch and walked the way back to his office.
“No, it really does!” he said with a big grin, following her.
The office may have been up to date, white, technical, and elegant at one point, but now it laid a terrible jungle of papers, cork boards tacked with drawn plans and memos, unreturned platters and at least four cups with tea stains at the bottom. Teixeira picked up her drink from where she last set it, not surprised it was warmer now than two hours earlier. Still, she drank it.
“Well, Scotty, see you in eight hours,” she began, collecting her plate from the supper break earlier.
“Off to bed so quickly?” he asked.
“Been away for 32 hours,” replied Teixeira holding her dishes and her cup in the other hand. “Not all of us can survive off of sandwiches and expresso shots alone.”
“Bollocks,” was Scotty’s response, as he slumped into his chair.
“Why thank you,” said Teixeira, batting her long lashes in a flirtatious joke. Scotty snorted, in laughter.
“You goanna need someone to beam ye back up to the Elyssa?” asked Scotty.
“Nah, Rand has offered me a cott in one of the visitor rooms,” replied Teixeira.
“Oh,” said Scotty with some surprise, but then added quickly as he stood up, the sound of the spring in the chair making a creak to his sudden movement. “Well, need someone to walk you to it?”
“No, dear, I got this,” she said with a smile.
“Oh, um.” Scotty was quiet for point two of a second. “Need a-”
“Leaving, Scotty,” said Teixeira with a big grin now, seeing a pattern here.
“Wait,” Scotty started as she turned from the door, still holding her things like a waitress. She waited, expectantly, impatiently watching as he came closer. She waited and he paused. His mouth opened, but words didn’t come out, and he looked down at his hand that nervously twirled a ring on his right hand. He looked back up at her again as Teixeira tried her best to read his expression. “Um.” He looked aside at the wall like maybe it would help him form words. “Thank you.”
Teixeira stared at him.
“For the hat.”
And the slow realization came over her face. “Oh! Oh, thank you. I mean,” Teixeira said with nervousness, though her smile appeared grateful and confident. “Your welcome.”
He paused, then held up a finger. “Wait,” and he rushed behind his desk, opening every drawer, before finally finding the right one. He came around and pulled the beanie on his head. “I still have it.”
Teixeira looked horrified. “What’d you do to it? It looks like a Txorian Rhino chewed on it!”
“No, you’re almost close, Keenser, actually did.”
Teixeira stared at him.
“I was drunk. He was drunk. I cannae be held responsible,” he replied.
“The whole point of being drunk is being irresponsible,” uttered Teixeira as she collected the dishes in one hand and snatched the beanie off his head looking it over.
“Hey!” He complained.
“It’s repairable,” she judged. “I’ll let you know when it’s done.”
“Hey, now, wait justah minute ‘ere-” Scotty attempted to take it back, but Teixier held it behind her back.
“It won’t last much longer if I don’t fix it now,” she notified him.
“Those holes are memories, messae,” he told her, finger in her face.
“And soon you’ll just have a memory of a hat,” she told him. She was unmovable, and Scotty was a force to be moved.
“I better have that back in a week,” he gave in.
“I’ll let you know,” she said cooly, backing up towards the door. “Good night Mr. Scott.”
“Good night, Messae.”
When the door shut behind her, Scotty was left hatless and confused, but satisfied and hopeful. He could help the corner of his frown turning upward just a little.
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Teixeira entered the dark room, not surprised to find two women curled up in a cot on the opposite side. She didn’t give it much a second look before taking off her clothes, pulling on the ones set out on the bench and crawling into the cot on the other side. She looked at the two girls in the dark from under the covers on the other side, feeling the loneliness creep in.
“…auren?” called out the quiet voice. Teixeira cleared her throat before answering.
“Yeah, hon?” trying to be quiet.
“….why are you all the way over there?” asked Blair’s voice quietly.
“There’s not enough room,” said Teixeira.
“…nonsense. Just push the beds together…. Roads is drooling on my neck.”
Teixeira thought about it too long that Blair replied to herself. “Come on.”
So Teixeira, in her last bit of energy, pushed the bed to the other side, easily matching it length for length. She slid into it, under the covers, and Blair gave a happy sigh, able to peel and stretch herself away from Road’s sleepy saliva towards the middle. Teixeira had never felt close to Blair, but the warmth of the two women next to her made her feel all the more better, and the loneliness crept back inside and wrapped itself around her memories.