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From Here to the Toilet
Summary: T/T'Pol, Rated G. Trip has to pee. In response to Saturn's Orbit Narrative Challenge #5.
Disclaimer: Enterprise is Paramount's.
By K'Tea
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Trip had to pee. Badly. REALLY badly. There was only one
problem with that, he was supervising some serious engine repairs. He
tried
to ignore it, but as always he gradually became aware that he was
fidgeting,
and it was not because he was bored.
The ensign doing the work on the warp core finally
noticed.
"Uh...Sir? Is something wrong?"
Trip quickly said no, but that he had to go do something
fast
and he'd be right back. He left engineering and headed for the nearest
toilet. As he rounded the first corner in the corridor Dr. Phlox
intercepted
him and started harping about how Trip still hadn't come in for his
physical.
"Yeah, Doc. I'll come in real soon." Anything, just let me
go
to the bathroom, Trip added silently. He hurried away before Phlox
could
turn it into a dicussion as to why so many human males avoided the
doctor's.
Trip hurried down the hall only to be stopped and invited
to a
poker game in some Lieutenant's quarter's. He accepted, he loved poker
but
right now he loved a toilet more. And it was calling to him. Loudly.
Trip continued toward the object of his desire only to be
stopped next by the Captain who reminded him that the dinner/meeting
was
tonight and it was the chef's 3 alarm chilli. Trip groaned mentally,
that
meant a night of indigestion, and he was having stomach problems
already.
Forget Poker.
He had almost reached the toilet when he met T'Pol and
she
inquired about what the phrase "Dead as a doornail" meant. He told her
he
didn't know and nearly ran to the potty. Finally. The door hissed open.
There was Porthos, slurping from the toilet bowl.
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FINIS
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