DISCLAIMER: Apparently, "Enterprise" is now property of Paramount Pictures, Viacom, and the Borg . . . so, they can have it. This is just my taking the characters out for coffee and returning them happier and slightly more caffinated. But hey, what's Trek without caffiene?
I'll dedicate this one to Meg, for letting me sit on the counter at Starbucks long after they closed.
Coffee Talk
by Harley
"What do you mean, no coffee?" Captain Archer exploded. "How can we not have any coffee on this goddamn ship?"
The Vulcan stared impassively back at the irate human. "Ingesting large quantities of caffiene is illogical," she said.
"Illogical?" Archer echoed, sick and tired of hearing about the logic of the universe. The universe was just a damn illogical place sometimes. Especially when it came between him and his coffee.
The Vulcan nodded. "Indeed."
Archer spun in a circle, looking at the spit-shined bulkheads of his newest flying contraption before settling his glare back on the interloper on his flying contraption. "Okay. No caffiene." He took a deep breath. "What, then, do you recommend I drink during this trip? Whiskey? Root beer? Vulcan mocha tea?"
The Vulcan blinked. "I suggest," she said, "that you stick to water."
As Archer contemplated this suggestion, put a hole in the bulkhead of his new shiny flying contraption, and stamped his booted foot, he failed to consider that the Vulcan had seemingly uttered a very human phrase.
When he thought of it later, nursing a cold, boring water, he almost smiled. If that was possible, maybe he could get the Vulcan started on coffee.
*END*