Uhura yawned and stretched, blinking at her console in a bemused way. Nothing had come through all week.

All month, in fact.

She looked over at the calendar. February tenth. Something important was going to happen soon. What was it?

She shut her eyes and tried to think.

Which wasn't easy seeing as though it was Lieutenant DeSalle that had been left in charge, and was yelling at some Ensign that'd accidentally spilt something on his workstation when the ship had jolted due to a temporary power glitch.

She re-opened them when she heard the Turbo Lift doors swish open, and smiled at Sulu when he shuffled through. She stopped upon sighting his face, however, and frowned at the sad eyes and tousled hair.

She knew that look. He'd been drinking long into the night and was hung over/still partially drunk.

She also knew why. Apart from Landon, she was the only other female (no, wait, only other person) on the ship who knew about his…'affection' for his work partner.

She also knew that it was impossible for them to ever have anything else other than a friendship. A strained friendship at the best of times; because Landon knew of Sulu's 'affection', she tried to keep Pavel away from him as much as possible, sometimes using excuses, other times using downright bitchiness straight in Hikaru's face.

Uhura felt a light bulb illuminate itself above her head like in the old cartoons they sometimes showed on a Thursday in the Rec. Room. If that day was February Tenth, then in four days time, it would be February Fourteenth! Valentines Day!

She sat up slightly higher in her chair and beamed, giving herself a mental pat on the back for remembering something other than the fact hat frequency no. 10 had been hacked by the Romulans.

She didn't bother looking up as the Lift doors swished open again, revealing a Pavel who was in a worse state than his Asian friend. She was, in fact, only alerted when DeSalle sapped,

"Mr. Chekov would you please dress yourself properly when you enter the Bridge! What is this, a Starfleet ship or a pleasure cruiser?"

"A Starfleet wessel." The dejected Navigation officer muttered, smoothing down the front of his shirt self-consciously, "sorry, sair."

DeSalle's face formed a temporary sneer at the sound of the strong Russian accent, but was almost instantly replaced by a simpering smile as Kirk walked onto the Bridge with Yeoman Rand.

"Morning sir," He greeted, "did you have a nice night?"

"Yes, Mr. DeSalle," Kirk drew a mental picture in his head of string DeSalle from the ceiling and kicking him to death, "you're relived. You can carry on with your normal duties now."

"Aye." The smirking Lieutenant left, the Captain feeling everyone breath a sigh of relief.

Hikaru looked over at Pavel, who was now seated at the Helm next him, "hey, what's up?"

The Ensign scowled slightly and shook his head, checking the course adjustments Riley had made on his shift, "nothink. Absolutely nothink."

"Sir," Uhura looked up at Kirk, "do you know what the day is in four days time?"

"Feb. 14th?"

"Yes…Valentine's Day, sir," The young African smiled, "um…I was wondering something."

"Yes, what is it?"

"Well…we could have a Valentines Day Dance, couldn't we? After everyone's shifts are over and done with, I mean. Maybe?"

"Yes," Kirk nodded, "that'd be fun."

"We could make it more fun…we could make it couples only too! Er…maybe?" She added on the end, feeling herself blush slightly.

"Yes, alright." Kirk nodded again, "alright then. I'll leave you to organise it."

Hikaru sighed and shook his head.

Oh, great. Couples only. Why doesn't she just stand up and jab him through the heart with a butter knife?