DISCLAIMER: The Star Trek characters are the property of Paramount Studios, Inc. The story contents are the creation and property of DebbieB and is copyright (c) 1991 by DebbieB. Originally printed in Idylls 6. This story is Rated PG.
Federation Day Dreams
"That stuff is poison, you know," Christine Chapel said from the
kitchen of her small
"What?" Uhura leaned over the arm of the sofa.
Opening the shutters which separated them, Chapel leaned out of the kitchen. "Romulan ale is fifty percent nitroglycerine, forty-two percent raw antimatter and eight percent ethanol."
"You made that up."
"I swear! Statistics straight out of the textbooks."
Uhura looked doubtfully at the blue liquid and gulped the rest down. "C'est la guerre!"
"Besides, it's illegal on every Federation planet and most of the neutral ones. How did you smuggle it into the Bay area?"
Looking up from the couch, Uhura shrugged. "It's Federation Day weekend."
She turned back to the bottle in mock disgust. "I got it from a cop. For Pete's sake, Chris, when did you get to be such a stickler for the rules?" She poured herself another shot.
The tall brunette intern stepped out of the kitchen, balancing two steaming trays on her arms. Placing one down in front of Uhura, she sat next to her on the couch. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe living five minutes away from Starfleet Command makes me a little bit cautious." She took a huge bite of casserole and nodded to the dark woman seated next to here. "Fill your stomach, Ma'am. I have no intention of rescuing you from a jail cell for drunken and disorderly conduct."
"I've done it for you once or twice," Uhura reminded. "Boy, eight months internship, and suddenly you're Surgeon General." She poured a shot for Chapel. "Live a little."
"No, thanks. I have a finite number of brain cells, and I need every one of them to get through the next few months. Maybe you should slow down a bit, too," she added casually.
"Don't start, okay?"
"Look, I've never seen you get drunk just for the sake of getting drunk. What's the matter with you?"
"It's Federation Day! Where's your patriotism? Half the planet is getting smashed. It's the biggest party of the year!"
"So that's why you're sitting here in my apartment, getting drunk by yourself?"
"Look, if you want, I can leave. I passed up a lot of invitations to spend my leave with you, and--"
"Okay, don't get so excited." Chapel crunched a carrot stick, shaking her head defensively. "Sheeze, you're so touchy lately."
"I am not touchy... Brother, I am, aren't I?"
"'First class bitch' is a little more accurate, but I didn't want to be mean."
"Look, I'm trying to apologize here. You don't have to agree so wholeheartedly."
"Yes, but, when you're right, you're--"
"All right, I've been a bitch. Give it up already."
Chapel scrutinized her friend. She was still as beautiful as the day they
had met on the
A slow smile spread across Chapel's face. "That's your record. Seven minutes is the longest you've ever been able to keep a secret from me when I was really trying." She folded her arms smugly across her chest. "I don't think that record's in any danger."
"Is this supposed to mean something?"
"It means, 'what's up?' That's what it means."
"Lay off, will ya, Chris?" Uhura leaned down to retrieve the bottle of ale from the table.
"Now stop that!" Removing the decanter from Uhura's hand, Chapel placed it firmly on the table again. "You know that crap doesn't solve anything. It usually just makes things worse."
Uhura stubbornly stared past the questioning blue eyes, sitting back against the sofa.
"Pen, tell me what's going on." She cast a wicked grin at the communications officer, trying to lighten the mood. "You always were my line to all the good dirt. What gives?"
"And just what is that supposed to mean? Do you think that's all I want out of my career, to be your personal gossip columnist?"
"Whoa, sorry. Excuse me for asking." Chapel raised a defensive hand.
Sighing, Uhura leaned her head into both hands, pushing back her dark hair. "First class bitch, huh?"
"I'm afraid to answer that," Chapel admitted honestly.
"Look, Chris, I'm sorry. You open your home to me, you feed me, and I bite your head off."
"All joking aside, Pen, what is bothering you?"
"It's so stupid. You'll kill me for even letting it get to me."
"Try me." She held out a hand to Uhura, who grasped it lightly. "The worse thing I can do is get you on the operating table."
Uhura smiled at the old joke. "I've been offered a teaching position at the Academy."
"And. I don't know." She closed her eyes,
as if trying to organize her tumultuous thoughts and feelings. "I've
always said that when a promotion comes along, I would seriously consider it.
As much as I love the
"What's wrong with teaching?"
"Oh, nothing. Don't get me wrong: I know what
a challenge teaching can be, but later. If the
"So don't take the job."
"It's not that easy to turn down. The money is good, there are a lot of good benefits, it's... respectable."
"What do you mean 'uh-huh'?"
"Nothing, just uh-huh." Chapel leaned over to take a bite of casserole. "Uh-huh, I see 'mid-life crisis' written all over this situation."
"Speak for yourself. And preferably not with a mouthful of food."
Chapel gulped. "Let me get this straight. On the one hand, a teaching position is safe, respectable."
"And boring as hell."
She shook her head. "So just sign up for the next mission aboard the
"Don't you think I've thought of that? Chris, if I stay aboard the
"So transfer off the
"I know." Uhura looked away, seeing past the tiny apartment into a place where even Chapel had never been. "It should be so easy. I know what I want out of my career and how to get it. It should be so easy."
"It never is, you know." The tall woman cast a knowing look at the dark-skinned officer next to her. "It's like leaving home -- all those memories tying you down. Coming back to Earth for my MD was probably the hardest thing I've ever done. I felt like I was deserting my family." She remembered the feelings of homesickness and loneliness she'd experienced the first few days back on Earth. "But it was something I had to do."
"So, you think I should transfer."
"No, sir, Commander, you are not going to let me make this decision for you. I said it was something I had to do. What you have to do may be completely different."
"So you think I should stay."
"Why do you always do this to me? I just said--"
"I know, it's my decision to make." Uhura rested her elbow on the sofa arm. "It's not going to be an easy one."
Taking a deep breath, Chapel leaned over to grab the bottle of Romulan ale. "Well, it's not like we can solve all the world's problems in one night."
"Look, I know you'll do the right thing. You always do." She placed a quick peck on her friend's cheek. "But since we're not going to figure it out tonight, we can at least not waste our vacation moping around." Grinning evilly, she said, "Let's get smashed."
Bursting into delighted peals of laughter, Uhura scolded her friend, "Christine Chapel, that stuff is poison. Eighty percent butane and all that."
"C'est la guerre," she toasted, downing the shot Uhura had already poured for her.
"C'est is vie," Uhura corrected.
Chapel laid a hand on her shoulder. "Whichever you choose, be happy. Okay?"
"Okay." Dark brown eyes connected with blue, and the laughter started again. "Who knows? Maybe someday you'll be CMO on my ship."
"Naahh, you're gonna be president of the Federation."
Uhura dead-panned. "Don't laugh. You never know."