Notes: give me a break, I havent written a story in a long time…I don’t own anyone….not even my plushies….

Slash? Not really

Fun? Maybe……..

Space madness

Ever since that squeaking noise started I havent gotten any sleep. It makes me mad, I want to scream out and just rip the floor out, however my crew would deem me as insane and put me in some kind of vulcan prison…or something. Are there Vulcan prisons? Probably, but really it doesn’t matter.

Again with the noise…it is 3 AM in the morning. I decide that sleep is pointless, so I go roam around the ship. Ship…my ship, it is wonderful. Various crew members wave hello to me as I pass them by. I wonder, where is Trip? He is probably asleep, lucky bastard.

I go to the bridge. I go to the dining hall. Hell, I even go to sick bay. Damn, I keep getting even more and more sleepy. No use to sleep in my quarters, as the noise will drive me mad. No use to go to the bridge again, as I will just annoy whoever is on night shift. I decide to go back into the dining hall. I replicate a cup of coffee. Replicated coffee…tastes like hell. I might as well have just made my own coffee as it would have taken up some time. Whatever…I hate this. I sit down and put my head on the table. Sleep. I need sleep, its driving me mad. The lack of sleep has made everything seem so unreal. So tired…so jealous. Why jealous? Because everybody else on the ship gets sleep except for me. Well except maybe Hoshi…

Hoshi, I wonder what she is doing now? Probably sleeping, lucky woman. I wonder what she sleeps in? I wonder what color…does she sleep in pajamas, or in a gown? Does she sleep on her stomach? Or her back? Why the hell am I thinking of this? She’s an attractive woman, but I have really no interest in her. I havent had an interest in anybody, except for well…

No…really? Do I? An intrest? On my best friend? Best friend…is that what he really is? He’s a friend, and we’ve known each other quite a while…I guess he is my best friend. But am I his best friend? I wish I knew. Does he have other friends he regards as more of a friend than me? I wonder if he has a girlfriend? Wait…why should I care if he has a girlfriend or not? Its none of my concern.

Or is it? Now that I think of it, I really havent seen him with anybody. Heh, maybe I havent wanted to see him with anybody. Maybe all I really want…is him. No…that cant be. Its just the sleep deprivation…damn squeaking floor. I’m sure the Vulcans would have a field day with this. I can just imagine T’pol contacting her peers on Vulcan, commenting on how much of a barbarian I am. Though, to the Vulcans, everyone is a barbarian.

T’pol…her and Trip are always arguing. Sometimes it makes me wonder if they have something more than what they…wait…what do they have? Geez…I think too much. I should really stop thinking so much. Gah!! That’s it!!!! I get up out of my seat and walk out of the dining hall.

Walk, walk, walk. I must pass that damn door 20 times before I stand still right in front of it. Push it…push the damn button. Should I really wake him up from his slumber? I could get into his quarters without his permission…though if I did that…he may get mad. Geez!!! Why must I be so confused! Wait…why am I going to go into his quarters? I decide to walk away until I figure some things out.

I decide to walk some more. I walk into the dining area again. I just realized..its more of a lounge when there is no food around. I put my head down on the table again. I begin to doze off. I hear the door opening and someone walking inside but I just don’t care now. The person sits next to me.

"Captain?" the voice said. The voice is a man’s voice. Wait…I look up at the person. It…it is Trip. He is wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I look away and put my head back down. I realize it now. I truly care about him. I care about him a lot, and…my feelings are, well…I think I may have fallen for him.

"Trip…what are you doing up?" I ask. Trip stands up and replicates a glass of water. He sits down next to me.

"I couldn’t sleep, I swore there was somebody at my door. I don’t know how I knew, but I had this uneasy feeling." Damn…I might as well come clean.

"It was me, sorry for waking you Trip. I havent been able to sleep lately and its driving me nuts."

"Don’t worry about it sir. Is it that squeak in your quarters?" Sir…that’s what he calls me. Not Jon, not even Jonathan, but sir, or captain.

"Y..yeah." I sigh, just looking at him makes me nuts. Here I am, falling in love with a member of my crew, and my friend, and here he is oblivious to everything. He puts his arm around me. I can’t help but shiver.

"Sir…I mean…well…I have something to say." I look up at him, at his face. It is a face of worry.

"I don’t know how to put this, but…I think I may be feeling something for you…besides friendship." Trip puts his hand on mine. I am purely shocked. Here I was thinking it was only one sided.

"You probably don’t feel the same, or you probably don’t want anything to do with me, but I needed to get it out. I havent been able to sleep well either lately." I am shocked…what should I do? We just sit there quietly for a long time. Until finally I say

"Why don’t we go back to your quarters and get some sleep…" Trip looks shocked at me. Hell, I I’m pretty shocked myself. I stand up, not letting go of Trip’s hand, and we walk back to his quarters.

That night we both got the sleep we both needed desperately.

The end

End notes: whaaaaaa~~~~~~ so like…yeah….no sex…to profanity…gah……