|Red alert and embarrassing moments
||[Feb. 18th, 2005|04:08 pm]
This is going to be embarrassing and the last thing I need is to get laughed at for it. But we went to Red Alert for about the nineteenth time this week, due mostly to the close proximity to the Neutral Zone.
Unfortunately, the problem was that I was in the head, and the klaxon's been disconnected in there for about two months. When I didn't show up to my post, they sent a security team into my quarters to look for me.
DeSalle found me all right. But he found me in the showers...naked...in the throes of passion...with Spock...also naked.
Anybody who said Vulcans don't have emotions have never seen one blush. Between mine and his, we must have looked like advertizing for Christmas.
DeSalle stumbled out of the bathroom backwards, mumbling something about the red alert.
Spock and I grabbed our clothing and went off to duty. And as I'm sitting here, I'm assured that DeSalle won't talk about it, since he'd prefer not to think about it. But I sure wish I hadn't accidently taken Spock's underwear. He's experimenting with thongs this week.