IT3
BY: THE BEVSTER
CODES: STNG, P/Cish but indirectly, 1/1
RATING: PG
ARCHIVE: Sure, if you like, but keep my name attached.
FEEDBACK: [email protected]
Author's Note: Okay, I can't seem to stop now. More goofiness
from my
Warped Brain. For my Bubbie :*
Summary: More POVs from the others in P & C's lives.
THE CHAIR
You know, I don't mind taking the weight of two bodies. I don't
mind
reclining to the farthest point possible. I don't mind the squeaks
that
have only recently developed because of the extra use.
What I mind is the bouncing relentlessly up and down. Good Lord,
do these
two NEVER take a break? One would think the red head would have
more to do
with her day than show up in his ready room every hour and a half.
He's
not as young as he used to be! I don't know HOW he keeps up with
her, but
he seems to manage somehow.
My springs were not really designed for multiple bodies at once, especially
with the added motion involved with these two. I'm worn out.
And slamming
me into the wall didn't help much either although I don't think either
of
them noticed. I don't think the desk is very appreciative either.
I've
noticed a few new dings. And that episode a few days ago where
it was
swept clean and the red head was thrown down on it, well…..it was not
a
pretty sight. It's rather difficult not to notice these new injuries
since
I'm left alone with the desk most of the time now. Well, the
desk, the
book and the fish.
That fish is rather odd, but then why should that surprise me?
I've seen
it eyeing the book as if it were a krill or something. I can't
begin to
imagine why. Bizarre life form.
We used to have his company quite a bit before the red head garnered
his
full attention. Once his shift is up, he practically sprints
out the door.
Or, if that isn't possible for whatever reason, she's here instead.
At
least this time I wasn't the furniture of choice, thank the Gods!
I don't
think the poor tapestry could take much more, quite frankly.
The poor
thing has practically been incorporated into my fabric from all the
pushing
and mauling being done on top of it!
I know the sofa is in some pain right now. I can hear it moaning.
I can't
really blame it. It took a beating this afternoon and all I can
think is:
better it than me! I'm tired, I'm cranky, I need some oil on
my
undercarriage. I need a rest. Isn't that what BEDS are
for????
<groan>
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THE BIOBED
Right! That's it! I have HAD IT! I am a piece of highly
technical
medical equipment! I am not some random padded mat to be used
for romping!
<sigh> You know, I do my job, I give her the information she
requires, and
I know she appreciates it. I stand here ready to assist in any
way. But
since she took up with the old bald guy, well, it's become embarrassing!
Does he not have enough to occupy him on the bridge? Why is he
down here
every two hours lunging at her? She's a doctor not a sex toy!
And then, I'm simply supposed to lie beneath them (in whatever weird
position strikes his fancy TODAY!) and not relay the overload of
information I'm receiving from TWO bodies (neither lying remotely still!).
How? How am I supposed to respond!? He gets angry if I
beep. He makes
snide comments if I chirp. I'm not supposed to light up when
the two of
them are wrestling on top of me. THIS IS MY JOB!!!! Am
I supposed to
simply shut down because it's "Playtime for Old Bald Guy?"
Is it MY fault he cannot perceive length and width while ripping her
clothes off? No! It is not my responsibility to make sure
they don't
plummet to the floor! If he can't figure out by now how wide
I am, then he
can just take his sex games somewhere else.
I am so put upon. What I wouldn't give for a holodoctor right
now! But
I've heard tales about those holodocs too. But then, I do like
her, she's
gentle and knows me well. She repaired me herself when I was
ill. All HE
ever does is call that nice man in engineering with the funny eyes.
Perhaps
it will end soon and she will tire of his attentions and I can get
back to
my real job.
<chirp>