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Author - Distracted | Genre - Challenge: POV | Genre - Humor | Genre - Romance | Rating - PG | T
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“Clipping Clue-Pons” POV challenge fic,
Rating: PG for a bit ‘o language
A petite brunette entered the room, walked to the food dispensers, grabbed her own portion of chocolate oblivion with a rather disgruntled expression on her face, and then plopped herself down in a chair next to the blonde.
“Hallo, Beth,” said the brunette with a resigned sigh. She smiled wryly at her friend, and then took a huge gooey bite, staring blankly off into the distance as she chewed.
The blonde eyed her friend and suppressed a grin.
“You too, Jeannie?” she asked sympathetically.
The miserable-looking brunette swallowed, and gazed back at her companion with a mournful expression.
“What a waste!” she moaned. Then she stabbed her fork emphatically into her cake, scooped up another bite, and began chewing again.
Beth gave Jeannie a pleading look.
“You think maybe it’s just a rumor?” she asked.
Jeannie swallowed and pushed back from the table, crossing her arms and regarding her friend with a fatalistic expression.
“I’m afraid not. Lieutenant Daly said she saw the commander plant one on him right in the center of the bloody corridor yesterday!”
Beth exhaled heavily, shook her head, and filled her mouth with chocolate again. The two of them sat in the deserted mess hall for several minutes in silence, save for the sounds made by forks scraping the last bits of fudgy goodness from their plates.
Beth’s head came up as she caught sight of a familiar sturdy figure with short and practical salt-and-pepper hair. Lieutenant Daly, the two younger ensigns’ superior officer from astrocartography, entered the mess hall and made a beeline for the desserts. She grabbed the last piece of chocolate-drenched decadence and walked toward the others with a sympathetic smile on her face.
“Mind if I join you in mourning?” she asked as she reached the table.
Beth pushed her empty plate away with a satisfied sigh, and then eyed the older woman as she dug in.
“Are you sure that’s what happened, Linda?” asked Beth. “Maybe she was just…”
Linda chuckled and shook her head. “You just can’t leave it alone, can you, dear?” She put her fork down and gave both of them a rueful grin.
“Yes… I’m sure,” she said emphatically. “She kissed him… he definitely seemed to enjoy it… and I’m pretty sure there were tongues involved!” she finished with an impishly teasing expression.
Beth exhaled forcefully. “Damn!” she said, with feeling.
“What I don’t understand is… what has she got that we haven’t got?” protested Jeannie plaintively.
Linda choked with laughter at that, and nearly lost a mouthful of cake in the process. Beth gave Jeannie a disbelieving look, first eyeing her own chest, and then her friend’s with an ironically raised brow. Jeannie stared back at her challengingly for a moment, then grinned and shrugged.
“Apart from the obvious, of course,” she conceded.
“She’s remarkably intelligent,” Linda put in blandly, after swallowing.
Beth laughed. “Yeah… right. That’ll get the guys every time!” she quipped.
“Vulcans are tremendously strong,” said Jeannie thoughtfully. “Perhaps he likes strong women.”
Beth sat back and pondered that point for a while. Linda kept eating with single-minded attention.
“I’ll tell you what,” said Beth with sudden determination. She placed both hands on the table and pushed her chair back. “I think I’ll go have a workout!” She grinned at her friends. “Would anybody like to join me?”
Linda, still chewing, shook her head with a laugh. Beth turned to Jeannie.
“How about it, Ensign Slinn?’
Jeannie cocked her head and gave the young blonde a quizzical look. Then she made the connection, and her brow rose in consideration. She grinned.
“I don’t mind if I do, Ensign Heier,” she replied with mock formality.
The two of them rose from the table with identically purposeful expressions on their faces, and exited the mess hall. Lieutenant Daly’s amused chuckle followed them all the way out the door.
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A whole mess of folks have made comments
And my chuckle mixed with Lieutenant Daly's!
How did you know I always give myself solice with chocolate, LOL! I know, its those damn Vulcans. Again. I gotta stop hanging around with them when they feel the urge to practice their mind-melding techniques. Those Vulcans are incorragable gossips..albeit of the silent kind. Yeah, must have been those V'tosh. That Tolaris is a real nut case!
And the reason I make spelling mistakes all the time is Tolaris's fault. He messed up my mind but good. But still, I can't seem to stay away from those Vulcans. I got it as bad as Tucker!
Very funny! Cracked me up. :)
Lt. Daly, I thought EVERY woman resorted to chocolate when depressed. Always works for me! : )
Dang straight. Chocolate is miracle food! Wonderful stuff, thank you! :)
(Distracted, about betaing: I'm not on the HotBB, as I'm 17, so maybe I can set up a temporary email account for you to talk to me? I don't want to post my real one on line. Post something here, then I'll give it to you. Thanks!)
That was fun. The term you're looking for is "Mary Sue". I wouldn't call this vignette a Mary Sue, per se. Usually calling Mary Sue is a negative thing with the Mary Sue just being the most perfect, amazing person all the characters revolve around.
This story is above the Mary Sue level. It's more a fun in-joke. Thumbs up.
Windrider, send me something at email@example.com.
Umm...curly-haired blonde? I spent all day yesterday trying to figure out how the hell you were going to bring chocolate dessert on the plane, LOL! This is good though...less calories, but it still makes me want some chocolatey goodness, even at 11 am. All I can say is that Hoshissis better guard the chocolate she intends to bring to the convention with me around. Thanks for the morning surprise! It was definitely rather amusing. : )
My name is Ann. I want to be in there too!
Uh oh. Distracted's in the doghouse now. Maybe she'll get you in the next one, Ann. Looking forward to meeting you this weekend. : )
Hey, who said we all don't live in the ST universe? If anyone can beam or email us there, it is Distracted! Lets talk about it this weekend in Cleveland!
I'm sorry, Ann. I just picked three of us at random. It doesn't mean I'm not looking forward to meeting you this weekend. The title only fit three characters, though. If it makes you feel any better, I didn't put myself in there either, LOL!
You could have started something, Distracted, we all want to star in one of your stories now.
Really good fun, I love the chocolate comfort too. It's definately a female thing.
Yes... I've noticed that my comments on this one have been remarkably testosterone-lite. I guess the guys don't get the joke. Oh well... ya can't please everyone every time! : )
Can't think of a better way to start the day than reading a chuckler from D, thanks! Did you really mean.......workout!!!!!!
Yes, I did, Hoppity. What better motivation for sweaty exertion than to try to get into good enough shape to catch the eye of a man who likes "strong women", eh? Especially if he looks like OMT... and after this weekend I have an even better appreciation for my characters' motivation in this story. CT's even dreamier in person! Sigh.
I just went back and read this again now that I know what everyone looks like. I can see the scene in my head so clearly now! This is cool!
Darn I feel left out :( Sounds like you guys have all the fun. I wish we had those kinds of conventions in Australia...loved the story BTW :)
Hamilyn, sounds like you need to organize a convention, then. If you can convince Connor to show, I'm sure a lot of us will find a way to get there. I've always wanted to go to Australia. : )