Today I decided to be a little evil.
Jean-Luc had chosen to only to speak to me in French last week, now, he'll get a taste of his own medicine.
"Morning my love"
"Organic Lampshade"
"Pardon?"
"Organic lampshade"
I reiterated, biting my cheek to keep from smiling. Jean-Luc sighed, before continuing about his day.
As the day progressed, and the words only got more random, Will got in on the joke.
"Pillowcase?"
Will asked, as you handed him a report
"Sheep curtains"
"Cilantro, Turkey"
"For the love of-"
Jean-Luc practically had steam coming out of his ears, but the moment Jean-Luc had his back turned you both almost cried laughing.
"Rest stop, Cupcake marshmallow"
"Mediocre Carpet, table orange"
Departing, you laughed as you could hear Jean-luc make a mean remark in French before the door shut.
Sitting down at the bar, you waited patiently until Jean-Luc arrived glaring at you.
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STAR TREK IMAGINES
Fanfictionjust some random Star Trek imagines mostly original series and next generation. Characters I write are Spock Kirk Data Riker McCoy/bones Q Wesley Picard Chekov Scotty Khan I DO NOT OWN STAR TREK
