Bingo Card Fill (trying again) @ 11:46 pm
GO TEAM MED BAY!!!
(this is not dial-up friendly, btw)
“…And it smells too!”
“Well, Mr. Scott, she’ll have to do until we return to Starfleet.”
Scotty stormed away down the dark hall. “Damn Klingons…don’t they know how to bathe…and the technology!--”
Kirk turned to find his Vulcan First Officer standing stoically behind him. “Ah, Mr. Spock. How long have you been there?”
“For the entire duration of your conversation with Mr. Scott.”
“Oh. Well, Bridge report?”
“Mr. Chekov and Mr. Sulu are learning quite quickly, Captain. And Lieutenant Uhura has already sent a message to Starfleet Headquarters explaining our situation.”
“Thank you, Mr. Spock.”
He started to walk away but turned back.
“Stay with Mr. Scott, will you? We wouldn’t want him…damaging anything.”
Spock nodded. “That would be the logical course of action.”
On cue, a smash came from behind the Engineering room door, followed by loud cursing and more smashes.
“Might wanna make that quick, Mr. Spock.”
MY OTP: BONUS!:
Kirk sat on Bones’ bed, tapping his foot on the floor. It had been ten minutes since Kirk sent Bones into the bathroom.
“If you don’t hurry, we’re going to miss the entire party! God damn it, it’s just a costume. No one is going to judge you.”
“But I look like an idiot, Jim!”
“It’s Halloween, Bones.”
“Halloween my ass! This goddamn costume would barely fit you!”
Kirk sighed and laid back on the bed, picking out patterns on the ceiling. There were shuffling and banging noises from the bathroom, accompanied by the occasional harrumph.
Kirk‘s patience was running thin. “Bones! C’mon!”
The thumping stopped, and Bones was silent for a few seconds. Kirk lifted his head from the bed, eyes on the door.
It clicked and opened, revealing Bones …
…as a Chippendale dancer.
BLACK N WHITE---(YOUNG DE!)