Bad Hair Day
by Sally

RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Perhaps the Captain should stick to her day job.
DISCLAIMER: The characters are not mine, the idea is!

The quarters were a mess of twisted metal, the foul stench of flesh assailing his senses as he entered. In the middle stood his captain, covered in black soot.

"She wanted to do something with her hair," she muttered. "How could I know she had a complete lack of co-ordination?"

"What happened?"

"She hit her optical implant with the curling iron. There was a spark, then the explosion."

He looked around. "You'll need new quarters."

"I was hoping I could have yours."

"Really. Where would I sleep?"

She grinned. "With me, of course." She left the room, leaving him
breathless.