DISCLAIMER: They're not mine, but if Berman and Braga are looking for a new owner I'm certainly available. I need that flippin' VCR.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Here it is, folks: another nothing's-happening Enterprise fic! Yay! Aren't you excited? I know I am! This is just something mindless that I thought up after watching Fight Or Flight.

ARCHIVES: You're not that desperate, are you?

RATED: G. It's stupid and mindless, but it's totally safe.

IT'S DRIVING ME NUTS

I can hear it. A squeaking sound underneath the floor. And it's driving me nuts.

Every time I get close to it, it scurries to another part of my quarters. The room's not that big! How far can it go? I've gotta corner it sometime!

I really hope no one walks in on me. I don't embarrass easily, but this would be really, really bad. I don't think the crew would like it too much if they saw me lying down here with my ear pressed to the floor, looking for whatever-the-heck it is.

What the heck is it, anyway? A space rat? Maybe I should send Porthos after it. I don't want to tear up the whole floor looking for it.

I don't know what it is. But I know that if I don't find it, it's going to drive me completely, totally, absolutely nuts.