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turanteAnd yet again, here i am...
and the subject is still Star Trek, but Enterprise this time...
(it's the only thing I get to see these days on tv, *sigh* i want TOS too...or TNG!!)
oh, well...there's also DS9...but at 1:30 at night! far too late since I have to go to school and get up at 6:40...
--;;
I also wrote another short drabble for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
trek100
here, have it.
I’m totally into ENT these days…-_-; and sorry, ‘tis silly. Also, I couldn't find a decent title...^//^
Rating: G
Characters: Phlox, Archer, T’Pol, …
Word Count: 100
Title: A Visit to Sickbay
Archer looked very pale and worried when he entered the sickbay with T’Pol.
Phlox took all his courage and walked closer to the man. “Bad news, sir,” he pointed at the nearby bed, “he caught an alien virus.”
The captain bit his lower lip, tightening his fists. “I knew I should have left him on board, but he begged me!”
T’Pol stared at his display of affection with an air of sufficiency.
“Can he be cured?” the captain asked, desperate.
Phlox nodded, then handed him some medicine. “Make him take it after his meals.”
Archer smiled and tenderly petted Porthos.
and the subject is still Star Trek, but Enterprise this time...
(it's the only thing I get to see these days on tv, *sigh* i want TOS too...or TNG!!)
oh, well...there's also DS9...but at 1:30 at night! far too late since I have to go to school and get up at 6:40...
--;;
I also wrote another short drabble for
trek100here, have it.
I’m totally into ENT these days…-_-; and sorry, ‘tis silly. Also, I couldn't find a decent title...^//^
Rating: G
Characters: Phlox, Archer, T’Pol, …
Word Count: 100
Title: A Visit to Sickbay
Archer looked very pale and worried when he entered the sickbay with T’Pol.
Phlox took all his courage and walked closer to the man. “Bad news, sir,” he pointed at the nearby bed, “he caught an alien virus.”
The captain bit his lower lip, tightening his fists. “I knew I should have left him on board, but he begged me!”
T’Pol stared at his display of affection with an air of sufficiency.
“Can he be cured?” the captain asked, desperate.
Phlox nodded, then handed him some medicine. “Make him take it after his meals.”
Archer smiled and tenderly petted Porthos.
