[Star Trek/Tortall: Drabble] "Reporting for Duty" [G]
Title: Reporting for Duty
Prompt: writerverse challenge #21 weekly quick fic #8, prompts ‘Keladry of Mindelan (Protector of the Small, by Tamora Pierce)’ & ‘Spock (Star Trek)’
Bonus: science fiction
Word Count: 253
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Star Trek/Tortall (inspired by a comment_fic prompt, which I will find later when I post this to a public journal)
Character(s): Spock, Keladry of Mindelan, Leonard McCoy
Summary: The Enterprise’s newest security officer reports aboard.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Reporting for Duty
“Ensign Mindelan,” said Spock, in greeting, accepting the padd she held out to him. He glanced at it, then back up. “Your transfer seems to be in order.”
She nodded. “Thank you, sir.”
He called up another file with the device and handed it back. “This is the assignment of your quarters, and the current duty roster. You will report to Mr. Sulu at oh-eight-hundred hours tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir.”
Spock paused. “Miss Mindelan, you were stationed on Vulcan for a time, were you not?”
“My parents were the Terran ambassadors to Vulcan, sir,” she corrected. “We lived in ShiKahr for most of my childhood.”
“I would be interested in comparing experiences,” said Spock. “My father was the Vulcan ambassador to Earth.”
“I am familiar with Ambassador Sarek’s accomplishments,” said Mindelan. “Would a meal be an appropriate time for such a discussion?”
“I look forward to it, ensign,” said Spock. “Once you have stored your effects, you are to report-”
“- to me, in sickbay,” interrupted McCoy, joining them. “Welcome aboard, ensign. I’ll just need to get your baseline readings, double-check your medical file, nothing to worry about.”
“I was not worried, doctor,” said Mindelan.
He looked sideways at her. “File says you’re human, young lady, but that sounded downright Vulcan to me.”
“The ensign lived on Vulcan for some time, doctor,” said Spock. “Dismissed, Miss Mindelan. Report to sickbay at your earliest convenience.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, smartly, and left.
“So,” said McCoy. “That’s the new security officer.”
“She is,” Spock agreed.
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow
Prompt: writerverse challenge #21 weekly quick fic #8, prompts ‘Keladry of Mindelan (Protector of the Small, by Tamora Pierce)’ & ‘Spock (Star Trek)’
Bonus: science fiction
Word Count: 253
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Star Trek/Tortall (inspired by a comment_fic prompt, which I will find later when I post this to a public journal)
Character(s): Spock, Keladry of Mindelan, Leonard McCoy
Summary: The Enterprise’s newest security officer reports aboard.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Reporting for Duty
“Ensign Mindelan,” said Spock, in greeting, accepting the padd she held out to him. He glanced at it, then back up. “Your transfer seems to be in order.”
She nodded. “Thank you, sir.”
He called up another file with the device and handed it back. “This is the assignment of your quarters, and the current duty roster. You will report to Mr. Sulu at oh-eight-hundred hours tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir.”
Spock paused. “Miss Mindelan, you were stationed on Vulcan for a time, were you not?”
“My parents were the Terran ambassadors to Vulcan, sir,” she corrected. “We lived in ShiKahr for most of my childhood.”
“I would be interested in comparing experiences,” said Spock. “My father was the Vulcan ambassador to Earth.”
“I am familiar with Ambassador Sarek’s accomplishments,” said Mindelan. “Would a meal be an appropriate time for such a discussion?”
“I look forward to it, ensign,” said Spock. “Once you have stored your effects, you are to report-”
“- to me, in sickbay,” interrupted McCoy, joining them. “Welcome aboard, ensign. I’ll just need to get your baseline readings, double-check your medical file, nothing to worry about.”
“I was not worried, doctor,” said Mindelan.
He looked sideways at her. “File says you’re human, young lady, but that sounded downright Vulcan to me.”
“The ensign lived on Vulcan for some time, doctor,” said Spock. “Dismissed, Miss Mindelan. Report to sickbay at your earliest convenience.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, smartly, and left.
“So,” said McCoy. “That’s the new security officer.”
“She is,” Spock agreed.
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow