Title: Birthday Ficlet for
Author: Joules Mer
Author's e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org
Author's URL: http://jmenterprise.popullus.net
Date: Posted to EntSTSlash October 17, 2004
Archive: Everyone else ask first.
Fandom: Star Trek Enterprise
Disclaimer: Enterprise is the property of Paramount. No profit
has been, or will be, made by this story.
was a scuffling sound and then, "Ouch! Dammit, Malcolm, keep your bony
elbows to yourself."
"Oh shut up, Commander, she could be here any minute."
"Commander? That's not what you were calling me
last night, Mally-sweetkins."
"What? How da-"
"Will you two be quiet!"
A minute of quiet and then: "That better be your hand,
"Um, sorry, sir. I was having trouble keeping my
"I'm sorry sir, but there isn't really anything to hold
on to in the middle of this thing."
"It would seem there are a few inherent design flaws in
"I'd have liked to see you do better, Malcolm. Just
be glad we all fit inside."
"Fit being a relative term, I doubt I'll be able to properly
stand up straight for a week."
"Oh shut up, Malcolm
"Will you two act like the officers you are and be quiet!"
The silence didn't last for long. "Eeeew, I think
the outside is leaking in. My hair's all sticky." A poorly muffled
laugh came from somewhere by Trip's left ear. He glowered into the
dark for a moment before reaching out and attempting to wipe his sticky hand
on the person closest to him.
All of the sudden his arm was painfully twisted back towards
him. "Don't even think about it, Trip."
Wincing at the pain Trip snatched his arm away.
"Dammit, Malcolm, can you see in the dark or something."
"No, I just happen to know you too well." From the
tone of voice Trip could imagine the smug look on the armoury officer's face.
"Trip, Malcolm, I order you to be quiet!" Jon fought
to keep his voice level.
Travis shifted until he had his ear pressed to the thin
wall and waited. All at once there was a barely muffled, "Suprise!"
in the room outside.
Jon grinned. "That's our cue." So saying he
reached up and flipped open the trapdoor in the ceiling and stood up.
With his upper body clear of the confined space he cleared his throat and,
with his best singing voice, began, "Happy birthday to you..."
Travis popped up and took over the second line: "Happy
birthday to you..."
Malcolm elbowed his way up and to the front to deliver
his line. "Happy birthday, dear Sarah!"
Trip shot up, grimacing as some of the real frosting on
the oversize mock cake got on his arm, and sang out, "Happy birthday to-"
He held the note until everyone joined in and crooned out the final: "You."