Author's Note: Another ficlet from my iPod prompt list that can be found here (remove the spaces): galindaxxxx. livejournal 11266. html

Disclaimer: The lyrics to the Beatles, Star Trek to Abrams and Roddenberry and various others.

If I fell in love with you

Would you promise to be true

And help me understand

'cause I've been in love before

And I found that love was more

Than just holding hands

If I give my heart to you

I must be sure

From the very start

That you would love me more than her

Nyota could read her like an open book. An open frigging book. The fact that she'd just dumped hot coffee in their chief engineer's lap, too, had to be some sort of a give away. Here she was, trying to ignore the captain as he sauntered past, trying to apologize to Scotty and attempt to wipe him off and glare at Nyota all at once. She was having an easier time wiping of Scotty, who grinned rakishly, and glaring at Nyota, who was trying to hide a snickerr with a long-fingered, graceful hand.

"Will you stop that?"

"Stop what, Chrissy?"


Chapel looked up to glare once more and that was her downfall - there he stood, near the head of the mess hall, arms crossed over his chest, deep in conversation with Spock. He looked up and met her eyes and Christine Chapel finally learned the meaning of 'hot under the collar'. A blush crept up to the very tip of her ears and the captain noticed, if his smirk was any indication.

She loved him.

Now if only she didn't hate him so much, too.