Star Trek fanfic: "Get Thyself In Flesh"
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eliyesTitle: Get Thyself In Flesh
Author's Notes: This is a tag to the novel Killing Time by Della Van Hise. Either version. ;3
Lieutenant Jerry Richardson yawned and bounced on his toes as he waited for the crew mess' food slot to produce his breakfast. He was treating himself to a double-ration meal in celebration of finally -- finally! -- having a sleep shift pass where he didn't dream. He deserved the treat, really, but it did mean he wouldn't be treating any one else. All dates for the rest of the month would have to be Dutch.
He sighed, then picked up his tray when the slot door opened, brightening at the sight of his order of waffles piled with fruit, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce. He was halfway through this bounty when a hand descended on his shoulder. He looked up to discover Captain Kirk standing over him with a benignly amused warmth in his eyes.
"Enjoying your breakfast, Mr. Richardson?"
"Yes, sir. Um... Are you finishing dinner, Captain?"
"Actually, I was looking for you." He smiled, so Jerry didn't immediately panic. "I just wanted to let you know that your food rations have been increased for the next couple of months."
"Wow, really? Thank you, sir!" He wanted to ask why, but while Jerry wasn't known for his circumspection, he damn well knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Kirk patted his shoulder again.
"You've earned it." He turned to walk away, calling over his shoulder, "Just don't spend it all on t'krouma!"
Jerry's eyes got huge. He was positive he'd never mentioned that part of the dreams to anyone. As he watched the mess doors shut behind the captain, he couldn't help but whisper,
"Juliet?"
Author's Notes: This is a tag to the novel Killing Time by Della Van Hise. Either version. ;3
Lieutenant Jerry Richardson yawned and bounced on his toes as he waited for the crew mess' food slot to produce his breakfast. He was treating himself to a double-ration meal in celebration of finally -- finally! -- having a sleep shift pass where he didn't dream. He deserved the treat, really, but it did mean he wouldn't be treating any one else. All dates for the rest of the month would have to be Dutch.
He sighed, then picked up his tray when the slot door opened, brightening at the sight of his order of waffles piled with fruit, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce. He was halfway through this bounty when a hand descended on his shoulder. He looked up to discover Captain Kirk standing over him with a benignly amused warmth in his eyes.
"Enjoying your breakfast, Mr. Richardson?"
"Yes, sir. Um... Are you finishing dinner, Captain?"
"Actually, I was looking for you." He smiled, so Jerry didn't immediately panic. "I just wanted to let you know that your food rations have been increased for the next couple of months."
"Wow, really? Thank you, sir!" He wanted to ask why, but while Jerry wasn't known for his circumspection, he damn well knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Kirk patted his shoulder again.
"You've earned it." He turned to walk away, calling over his shoulder, "Just don't spend it all on t'krouma!"
Jerry's eyes got huge. He was positive he'd never mentioned that part of the dreams to anyone. As he watched the mess doors shut behind the captain, he couldn't help but whisper,
"Juliet?"