My Mixed Bag O'Drabbles

[Hummingbird2]

:tears: "Phlox jumped over a candlestick" chased by a highly po'ed pyrithian bat no doubt

Great image!

Thank you, Distracted, Weeble and Asso!

[Hummingbird2]

And now, back to the RU...

Challenge
Summary: Tucker and Reed play a game.
Rated PG. Beta'd by Tish.

Archer strolled into the mess hall, and noticed Trip and Malcolm playing Go.

*Maybe Malcolm will give him a challenge*, Jon thought. Every time he played, Trip beat the pants off him.

After about five minutes Trip leaned back in his seat, looking rather smug.

"Atari," he said.

Malcolm blurted, "Bloody hell!"

Jon shook his head. *Then again, maybe not.*

[Asso]

And now, back to the RU...

Challenge
Summary: Tucker and Reed play a game.
Rated PG. Beta'd by Tish.

Archer strolled into the mess hall, and noticed Trip and Malcolm playing Go.

*Maybe Malcolm will give him a challenge*, Jon thought. Every time he played, Trip beat the pants off him.

After about five minutes Trip leaned back in his seat, looking rather smug.

"Atari," he said.

Malcolm blurted, "Bloody hell!"

Jon shook his head. *Then again, maybe not.*

[Alelou]

And I thought Atari was just an early personal computer...

[Hummingbird2]

Thanks, Asso!

:) And I thought Atari was just an early personal computer...

"IBM," Trip said.

Hmm, doesn't sound as catchy... Ah, ha! Macintosh!

[Alelou]

TRS-80! (I'm dating myself.)

[Hummingbird2]

Commodore64!


Another Fine Mess
Summary: The Disaster Twins are in trouble again.
Rated G. Beta'd by Tish. Dialogue only.

"Well, this is another fine mess you've gotten us into, Commander."

"Oh, come on, Malcolm! It's not my fault that the translator malfunctioned."

"I suppose. But you could've contacted Enterprise instead of trying to wing it."

"Was that an 'I told you so' Lieutenant?"

"I would never say that, Commander. Even though it's true."

"I heard that."

"Heard what, Trip?"

"Cap'n!"

"Sir."

"Either of you care to explain this?"

"You see, Cap'n, I, uh..."

"It's a long story, sir."

"Fine, but I expect a full report from both of you by tomorrow. Let's go."

"Yes, sir."

"Sorry, Malcolm."

"Quite all right, Commander."

[Hummingbird2]

Hiding
Summary: Trip finds himself in a most unfortunate situation.
Rated G.

First posted at The Delphic Expanse drabble forum.

T'Pol had just finished her evening meditation, and was preparing for bed when she heard a strange sound coming from her closet. Puzzled, she opened it and found Trip huddled inside.

"Hi," he said, smiling sheepishly.

T'Pol spared a moment to wonder how he got in there, but dismissed it as irrelevant. "What are you doing in my closet?"

Trip squirmed. "Hiding," he admitted.

Well, that was obvious. T'Pol !@#$%^&* an eyebrow and asked, "Why are you hiding?"

"Because she's out to get me, that's why!" Trip snapped.

T'Pol was seriously contemplating calling Phlox. "To whom are you referring?"

Trip heaved a dramatic sigh. "Hummingbird2," he muttered. "She wants to whump me."

T'Pol was taken aback. "There is no logical reason to believe this. She is neither Thalia Drogna nor Plumtuckered."*

"She's dying to whump me, T'Pol, I can feel it!" Trip said, clearly worried. "I thought she was different, too, but deep down she's just as bad as they are." He sounded betrayed.

T'Pol knelt down to look him in the eyes. "If that is the case, perhaps we should be grateful that she cannot write long stories."

Trip pursed his lips. "Not yet, anyway."



*No bashing intended. These are two of my favorite authors.

Oh, did I mention this is Crack? *Evil grin*

[Cogito]

[Hummingbird2]

Thanks a lot, Cogito!

[Asso]

Hiding
Summary: Trip finds himself in a most unfortunate situation.
Rated G.

First posted at The Delphic Expanse drabble forum.

T'Pol had just finished her evening meditation, and was preparing for bed when she heard a strange sound coming from her closet. Puzzled, she opened it and found Trip huddled inside.

"Hi," he said, smiling sheepishly.

T'Pol spared a moment to wonder how he got in there, but dismissed it as irrelevant. "What are you doing in my closet?"

Trip squirmed. "Hiding," he admitted.

Well, that was obvious. T'Pol !@#$%^&* an eyebrow and asked, "Why are you hiding?"

"Because she's out to get me, that's why!" Trip snapped.

T'Pol was seriously contemplating calling Phlox. "To whom are you referring?"

Trip heaved a dramatic sigh. "Hummingbird2," he muttered. "She wants to whump me."

T'Pol was taken aback. "There is no logical reason to believe this. She is neither Thalia Drogna nor Plumtuckered."*

"She's dying to whump me, T'Pol, I can feel it!" Trip said, clearly worried. "I thought she was different, too, but deep down she's just as bad as they are." He sounded betrayed.

T'Pol knelt down to look him in the eyes. "If that is the case, perhaps we should be grateful that she cannot write long stories."

Trip pursed his lips. "Not yet, anyway."

[Hummingbird2]

Thank you, Asso!

[Alelou]

LOL. That was cute.

[Hummingbird2]

Thanks, Alelou! It's my first attempt at crack!fic.

[Hummingbird2]

Based on a challenge I saw on a site for a different fandom, I wrote a series of ten word 'snibbles':


1. “What do you mean, you’re late?” Malcolm asked Hoshi, aghast.


2. Trip was dazzled by the beauty of the ice caves.


3. She was in love. Logic was of no use now.


4. Jon stood behind the glass, wishing he could comfort them.


5. “Stun or kill?”
“I’ll leave that up to you, Major.”


6. “That’s it, no more pineapple cake with beer,” Malcolm groaned.


7. Phlox was stunned. He hadn’t really expected Mettus to respond.


8. As he began his journey, Mestral did not look back.


9. I’m trying to protect my people, Degra reminded himself daily.


10. “It’s a girl!” Liz cried with joy. Travis almost fainted.