Goddamnfuckshittingcuntface

[sharpestscalpel]

Chekov can't hold the con by himself. Uhura is helping, just to keep some semblance of peace, while Sulu is still recovering. Usually, an attempt like that would have ended with him dead or in the brig instead of in my sickbay, but with Pike and that goddamn pointy-eared bastard gone, the chain of command has gone to hell.

Word has reached the rest of the crew that we're dead in the water. Well, dead in the vacuum at least. Which is not an image of comfort. Nor should it be; space is disease and danger wrapped up in darkness and silence - what the fuck did these little dipshits expect?

And did they expect the Empire to gift wrap them like fine fucking crystal before sending them out into the void? Everyone's all squeamish just because Sulu has weeping patches of skin infection. I told him to take care of those grafts but no. He figured it'd be just goddamn peachy to fuck some tail and completely ignore that the fluid barrier is just good sense. You don't go rubbing someone else's wet stuff in your own damaged tissue.

I mean, for fuck's sake, I thought it was a well-known rule:

If it's wet and sticky and not your own, don't touch it.

Or at least don't be surprised when you pick up some nice little foreign bacteria and they start eating your flesh.

Which reminds me, I need a booster vaccine against blood-born pathogens and the rest of the crew need their shots. Now's as good a time as any.

Comments

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Relatively speaking.

You're not a shitting literalist, are you?

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

I'll thank you not to use that sort of language around me.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

You're totally fucking precious, Babylights. You really DO need a good deep-dicking, I think. Help you unwind. Let me get my prescription PADD and I'll write it out for you.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

I need nothing of the sort. Please don't presume to make assumptions about my sex life or lack thereof.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Your little friend Uhura up there was going to engage in some self-service. Maybe you ought to start with that.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Maybe I don't need your advice. In this or any other matter.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

You're a little defensive, aren't you?

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

With you, it seems prudent.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Bad for your blood pressure, baby.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

But very good for my overall health and, indeed, continued existence, yes?

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I'm not picking up what you're putting down. You wouldn't happen to think I'd do you harm, now would you?

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Why in heaven's name would I think anything like that?

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

That's what I'm asking you, sassypants.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Well, let me ask you. Should I be concerned that you will?

And I'm not wearing pants, sassy or otherwise.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Not even a little bit. Who'd hurt a Babylights like you?

You're making me feel overdressed. I'll just take mine off, too.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Well, that's a relief. I'd hate to think that I was dealing with a sadistic psychopath who likes to experiment on living persons.

And that's really not necessary. At all.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Well, now, most right-thinking people would hate to think that, I'm sure.

Too late! Most of the happiest times in my life have involved not wearing pants.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

They can be quite restricting, can't they? That's why I always go with the skirt option. Perhaps you should consider the same. It might improve your mood.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Skirts're bit drafty in sickbay and, unfortunately, they just don't offer a size of the matching panties that I can fit into.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Now that is a shame.