𝗕𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗼 Shorts

ღ BSK - Sp x OC - 1

Standalone one-shot - Space AU

Stardate: Monday 12th, 12:53PM

It's been exactly one week since I boarded the B.S.S. Bashstreet, and already I'm missing home. We're on our first training mission - and by 'we' I mean me and the class of 2B. Since Cuthbert Cringeworthy was too clever to become a cadet, they had to find someone to make their numbers up to ten. Unfortunately, that person was me.

When I look out of my window all I see is stars. There are so many more gadgets now, and so many more problems for them to solve; so many things have changed since we left earth when I was nine.

Well... Some things... The others are all writing lines - again. I've nothing else to do but write in this•diary. I'm•really . • . •
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Spotty just flicked ink at me! The nerve! It's not too bad, but his smugness ~\ / -: •

Oh, now I've made a mess of that line. I was watching him instead of paying attention to my writing. Damnation.

Spotty has had it in for me ever since we started training. He hated the fact that I always got higher scores than him - never mind the fact that most other people did, too. Toots says it's his competitive nature, but I

"Alright class, you can go now," Teacher said, making me jump and snap my diary shut.

"At last!" Spotty cried, running for the doors - which he slammed into, palms first. "Aren't the doors supposed to open before I run into them?" He grumbled.

Danny raised an eyebrow as he walked past, and the doors opened with a neat swish. "Give them a chance, Spotty."

I filed out behind the rest, quietly tugging 'Erbert onto the right course before he walked into the wall.

I hated the canteen. The computer that ran the food distribution was nicknamed O.L.I.V.E. after the famous Bash Street cook, and the meals it produced were just as bad, if not worse.

Danny stepped up first. "I want bangers and mash with baked beans-"

Green goop splatted into the delivery zone.

"-On a plate!"

One by one we got our food, and sat down at the large table. I sat next to Toots; as the only girls on board, we had become fast friends.

"Sheesh! The food was so much better back at base," Sidney complained, sliding into the seat next to Toots.

She nodded and prodded the green slime disgustedly, making it wobble. "I know! I asked for pizza!"

"It's not just the food that's boring," Spotty said. "Look at all this outer space! It just goes on and on and on... When is something interesting going to happen?"

I rolled my eyes and went back to my food. On second thoughts, looking at it wobble, I just had a sip of water.

Suddenly there was a metallic 'klunk' and everyone startled.

"What was that?" I asked no one in particular, craning my neck to look out of the window behind me.

Toots got out of her seat to join Spotty at the window. "Dunno."

"Maybe we hit an asteroid," Wilfred suggested.

After a few seconds, a few chunks of metal floated by.

"Then again, maybe not."

"Probably just space junk," Plug dismissed.

"Or a space dalek," Smiffy said. We were all so used to his daftness that no one reacted to his comment.

The intercom buzzed, and Teachers voice said: "Marie, would you please come to the teaching room? Thank you."

"Ooh, someone's in trouble," Spotty sang.

I pointed my spoon at him. "Will you stop that?"

"Stop what? I only said: someone's in trouble," he repeated, smirking.

On impulse I scooped up a bit of green gloop and flicked it at him with my spoon. The result was a viscous green lump sliding down Spotty's forehead and landing wetly in his lap, met by raucous laughter from the others. Spotty glared at me and picked up his spoon; that was my que to skedaddle.

"You wanted to see me, Teacher?" I said, stepping into the teaching room.

"Yes, I'll be with you in a second- sorry, Head, what were you saying?"

I pursed my lips as Head's face filled up the screen.

"I'll come straight to the point," Head said. "We have a dangerous problem... And we want your cadets to fix it!" He smiled as if it was a wonderful idea.

Teacher nodded. "Okay... what is it?"

"A scientist has been kidnapped and taken to Rumpus 4. Your team is the closest to the planet, and we need a rapid response."

Teacher blanched. "But sir, they're only kids!"

"Oh, come on! They're teenagers now, Teacher. They must be able to do something!"

I stepped up to the screen, frowning. "With all due respect, Head, I really don't think-"

"Good! So you'll do it! Straight from a cadet's mouth."

"Sir, she never -" Teacher tried. 

"Bye!" Head said, interrupting Teacher loudly. "Ta ta for now! I'll send you the briefing!"

The chat session cut off abruptly as Head ended the call before we could protest further.

My eyes were wide as I stared at the screen, which had reverted to what Teacher had been looking at before the call - a diagram of the ship. I ran curious eyes over it, noting a few rooms that I'd never known existed.

Teacher massaged the bridge of his nose with two fingers. "Marie, go tell the others to go to the briefing room. We have a mission."

"Sir, do you think it's wise?" I asked.

"No, but I think it's impossible to get out of. Please deliver my message."