Title: Birthday Ficlet for Listmom

Author: Joules Mer

Author's e-mail: julia_ocean_child@yahoo.co.uk

Author's URL: http://jmenterprise.popullus.net

Date: Posted to EntSTSlash October 17, 2004

Archive: Everyone else ask first.

Fandom: Star Trek Enterprise

Category: Slash

Rating: G

Pairing: Tu/R


Series:  None

Beta: None


Disclaimer: Enterprise is the property of Paramount.  No profit has been, or will be, made by this story.  


    There 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!"

    "Sorry, sir."

    "Sorry, Cap'n."

    A minute of quiet and then: "That better be your hand, Malcolm."
    "Um, sorry, sir.  I was having trouble keeping my balance."

    "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 this contraption."

    "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!"

    "Yes, sir."

    "Yes, Cap'n."

    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.

    "Yes, sir."

    "Yes, Cap'n."

    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."