Living a Cliche
Blue eyes met brown as the turbolift jolted to a halt. He raised an eyebrow and tapped his combadge. No response to his hail to the bridge or hers to Engineering. A smile spread across his face.
She frowned at the inconvenience this malfunction would cause everyone. Such a waste of – "What are you doing?"
"Making good use of our time."
"I see."
And things went from there.
"Engineering to Lieutenant Torres."
"Uh . . . ."
"Lieutenant, I'm sorry to interrupt, but there was a transporter malfunction that caused Commander Chakotay to crash a shuttle in an anomaly with a temporal inversion."
Typical.
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