"Faulty Connections" ~ A Joint Log

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"Faulty Connections"

A Joint Effort by Lieutenant Trichon Light & Ensign Peyton Summers

SD: 0406.05

(ALL PART OF THE 'WHEN ENGINEERS ATTACK!' SERIES)

 

 

The task had been simple. A piece of cake, at least to her. With her report neatly compiled on the PADD she held in her left hand, she stepped back into Main Engineering to deliver it to Lieutenant Light personally. Her violet eyes surveyed the immediate area, and caught the attention of a nearby colleague, ".. you looking for something, Ensign?"

 

Peyton turned to the officer, a Lieutenant Junior Grade and held up the PADD, "I am looking for Lt. Light .. he wanted this."

 

The officer nodded, "Oh, he is probably off in Shuttlebay 1. Most of us around here know he hangs there when he isn't here. That would be your best bet, Ensign.... unless you wanted me to give it to him.."

 

".. no, that won't be necessary.. I prefer to deliver my reports myself." She turned on her heel, without so much of a thank you or good-bye and stepped back into the lift. The officer scowled slightly, then went about his work.

 

"Shuttlebay 1, computer." The lift sped into action and within minutes had arrived. Peyton took a few brisk steps and found herself in the shuttlebay. Trichon was staring at one of the shuttles over in the corner of the shuttlebay. She found him immediate and walked over with no hesitation and no manners either, "Shouldn't you be working?" Peyton stopped beside him, giving him an inquisitive look.

 

Trichon brought a finger to his lips, "Shhhh, I am working. To really know a thing you must admire it for all of its beauty. And there's only a few things more beautiful than a shuttlecraft." Trichon gave Petyon a sly wink. She raised her eyebrows in amusement. He turned and faced Petyon, "So ensign what brings you down to my neck of the woods?"

 

Peyton rolled her eyes slightly, "Certainly not your philosophical opinion on beauty.. you wanted this." She held the PADD to him, "I finished the repairs and diagnostics of the dampening system. That is my report." She turned to walk off, "If that will be all...."

 

Trichon looked over the PADD, "This is incredible. I am surprised you got it done so fast."

 

She paused in her step, "Why are you surprised? It was a simple task, really." In her mind she knew it wasn't as simple as she led it on to be. At least not for most people.

 

Trichon really looked her over. She was quite pretty, "Well most of the other officers usually take there sweet time. It's nice to finally see someone like me." He made a broad sweep with his arm motioning towards all of the shuttlebay, "If you have some extra time I could use some help down here."

 

Peyton smirked slightly, feeling his eyes on her, "Time is only sweet if you have more of it. I am a focused person .. I like to get things done in efficient time. It's how things should be."

 

"Efficient is all well and good, but if your not enjoying life there's no sense in it is there?"

 

She cleared her throat, "I'm enjoying life immensely. In fact, it couldn't be

better." She walked towards the shuttle, placing her hand on it, "And yes, I can assist you .. if you wish."

 

A huge grin appeared on Trichon's face, "Of course I wish. Most people don't want to spend any time down here with me. They think that I am obsessive about shuttles."

 

"I enjoy flying a bit .. not an obsession though.." She looked at it, "What did you do to it?" Subtly accusing him of breaking it. Her demeanor was aloof, as if she hadn't noticed the huge grin that was painted on his face.

 

Trichon noticed she was looking right at his pride and joy shuttle, The Light Flyer. "Broken? There's nothing broken about that shuttle. That shuttle right there will run rings around anything else onboard."

 

She raised a brow, in almost feigned amazement, "Really? If it can do that around something as large as your head.. I'll be really impressed."

 

Trichon looked at Petyon with a shocked expression, "I think it could."

 

"Hmm. We'll have to test that one day, when we have the time." She glanced over at him, a bit surprised she hadn't gotten 'rank' pulled on her for that comment. Her and her big mouth. It was infamous back at that Academy.

 

"I have no doubts about my work. If you want to test it go right ahead."

 

This woman was driving him crazy and the truth was he was enjoying it. This was the first time that a woman hadn't swooned over him when he showed the slightest interest in them.

 

Peyton grinned, she knew she had hit a spot with her comment. She was enjoying it, "No, I believe you believe that. That's fine.. but I have a question.."

 

"Okay shoot."

 

"If this bucket is not broken.. what do you need assistance with?" She crossed her arms and her foot tapped ever-so-slightly. She thought to herself, "Okay .. flyboy, answer that one."

 

Trichon stammered for a few seconds, "Well, ummm, I was... I was wanting to install some of these Borg sub-processors on it, and I thought I could use some help." The real truth was he wanted to learn more about this woman. Trichon's mind went crazy, and he even felt a little guilt. What was wrong with him? He couldn't believe he was thinking about this woman. Ruca had just left and he was already moving on to

another girl. He hadn't really changed at all.

 

Peyton kept grinning, "Oh .. I see. Well I could see why you'd want my help .. this is a big undertaking for ..one person."

 

"It is really."

 

"Hmm, well, your head shrunk a bit .. let's get to it. I really had nothing left to do for at least a few hours."

 

"I don't know about shrinking, but help is always good."

 

She nodded and picked up a part, "Just don't get too behind. I don't go slowly for anyone." Her eyes glazed his for a moment, and she grinned.

 

Trichon grinned as well, "Yes ma'am."

 

Peyton loved it .. it took only moments for him to be eating out of her hand. Amusing indeed. This was going to be fun .. even if it was a bit evil. "All in good fun" she thought. "All in good fun.." As they worked, their bickering continued over the littlest things. As engineers .. they were making a connection. Even if in the end they could barely stand each other.

Edited June 5, 2004 by Peyton Summers