Together {Star Trek Enterprise Fan Fiction}

Lili-Flower

There were two more tubes in the room. Malcolm handed them both to Lili, "Luncheon. Or supper, I suppose. I've lost track of the hours."

"High tea, maybe?" she handed one back.

"No, thank you," he said, "It's too bland. I'll wait until I'm truly starving."

"Oh, we learned, it's supposed to be, you can make up anything and it'll taste like it."

"How very curious. Hmm," he took a taste, "Hard-boiled egg, lightly salted. The flavor's right but the texture's wrong."

"Okay. High tea, right? Pancakes," she took a taste.

"Pancakes? That's not normally served."

"Well, I'm pregnant. I get cravings. And I've been wanting pancakes for over a month. You're right, the texture is no good. And the temperature doesn't change. But if they work those two kinks out, these could be a pregnant gal's best friend."

"Maple syrup? Butter, perhaps?" he offered her the remainder of the other tube.

"I already have," she smiled a little, "But just the syrup. No butter, it's a waste."

"Yes. None for me, either. Dairy is not the best thing for me, even, I suppose, in my own imagination."

"No? I've made you sandwiches with cheese. At least, I think I remember having done that. Did I make you anything you didn't want, Malcolm?"

"Oh, I probably asked for that," he said, "But I always pay for it later. It's lactose intolerance - a bit of nasty cramping. Probably nowhere near as awful as labor. I wonder if I'm expected to deliver your child."

Kick Kick.

"I learned they have, gawd, they have a vet to do that. I would need a Cesarean anyway."

"Oh. I wonder if they can hear us in here, or if they're watching."

"I'm trying not to think about that," she said.

=/\=

"Crewman, I want you to find out everything you can, anything you can," Jonathan said, "About the Witannen, the Imvari, this ship, you know the drill."

"Yes, sir."

"We all need to do that, so tell the other women when you next see them."

"Very good, sir. Sir?" Deb asked.

"Yes, Crewman?"

"I was wondering. Since, uh, since we've had relations. And, uh, well, for the duration, I was wondering. Could you, uh, not call me Crewman? Only for the duration," she added quickly.

"Hmm. Debbie, right?"

"Deborah. Or Deb, sir. Debbie makes me feel like a three-year-old."

"All right, uh, Deborah," Jonathan said tentatively.

"Thank you, sir."

"You might want to stop calling me sir. "

"Yes, uh, Jonathan," she felt a frisson of excitement in saying his name aloud for the first time, to him, without him objecting or being annoyed.

=/\=

"Jennifer, I can't stop apologizing to you," Travis said, "Here, eat something."

"I don't know what I'm gonna tell Frank."

"I, uh, I know. Look, uh, why don't you tell me something good about Frank? Like, uh, like how you two met. Would that be something good?"

"Uh, okay. It was on a blind date."