<USS Avalon> Start Spreading the News....

T'Leara sat at her desk in her lab reading and rereading the results of her 
last scan. They were ready to go. 
 
"T'leara to Jorgens" she called into her com.
 
"Jorgens here," an enthusiastic young voice answered. "They done?"
 
T'Leara's brow shot up in amusement. "Indeed. You may pick them up when you are 
ready."
 
They were eleven mutated venus fly traps (now certified venom free) that Ensign 
Jorgens had requested for the cargo hold's unwanted guests - mice.
 
"On my way," the voice replied. Moments later the short wiry ensign appeared in 
her doorway. "Hey, thanks for getting them ready so fast. Can't spray anything 
in there, and cats are too messy, and I was thinking they were just going 
to...."
 
"Right over here," T'Leara interrupted, knowing full well how long the ensign 
could go on left unchecked. 
 
"They're not gonna...you know...bite or anything,right? Like they did you?" He 
glanced at her hand nervously, hesitant to reach toward them before recieving 
an answer.
 
"They may," T'Leara responded honestly, "However they lack the venom of the 
parent plant. It would be uncomfortable, and you would likely still require 
medical attention, but you would suffer no life threatening effects."
 
"Oh.." he answered, suddenly in no real hurry to pick one up.
 
T'Leara would have sighed would it not have demonstratedan unbecoming level of 
impatience. "They have been fed. You need not fear them so long as they do not 
hunger."
 
"Oh, " he answered again, more brightly this time. "Okay, then." Gathering them 
up, he began to chatter again, much to T'Leara's dismay. "You hear the 
scuttlebutt? Drake in engineering said he heard it from Tyler in housekeeping, 
that Meyers in communications heard from someone who she wouldn't say who that 
that runabout we're hunting was one of them VPRP ships full of super weapons 
and..."
 
T'Leara dropped the plant she'd picked up, paling visibly. 
 
"Hey, you okay?" Jorgens asked, still without stopping for a breath. "You need 
me to call the doc? Maybe it's that poison from that other one. You sure these 
are safe?"
 
"I am fine, Ensign." T'Leara answered, quickly picking up and repotting the 
clearly unhappy fly trap. "Merely clumsy." Handing the plant to him, she headed 
for the door. "Excuse me."
 
The young man turned with his arms full of plants, calling after the rapidly 
exiting Vulcan woman, "Wait...don't you want to hear about the..." she departed 
hurriedly, without so much as a backwards glance. "Guess not." he frowned. 
"Vulcans. Go figure."
 
 

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