DISCLAIMER: The Star Trek characters are the property of Paramount Studios and Viacom. The story contents are the creation and property of Djinn and is copyright (c) 2000 by Djinn. This story is Rated PG-13.
Playing the House
by Djinn
This is a response to a challenge posted in the SpockandChristine
mailing list. Write a story in which either Spock and/or Chapel lose a bet, and
must publicly display some previously unmentioned talent.
"Christine Chapel, you lost the bet! Now
you *will* pay up."
Christine sighed heavily. "I really
don't have time for this, Nyota."
Uhura laughed as she handed Christine the
outfit she would have to wear.
The pants seemed to be plain black trousers,
but Christine felt her heart sink as she took in the extremely low cut neckline
of the white shirt. "You've got to be kidding."
"Nope. Remember, Christine. It's for charity."
"Yeah I'll be sure to tell myself that
I'm being ogled so children on Beta 65 can get three squares."
"You do that," Uhura chuckled.
"Just be there tonight at 1900 sharp!"
"I'm praying for a plague,"
Christine called after her. "Or a fire, or a
self-destruct order."
What she really craved was sleep. She had
been working hard lately and playing harder. This silly bet with Uhura was just
one example of the reckless life she had been living.
And now it had become a matter of discipline.
McCoy had cornered her today just as she was about to leave for lunch.
"Christine, do you have a minute?"
She nodded and he motioned her into his
office.
He started without preamble. "So. You wanna tell me why
you've been burning the candle at both ends for the past two weeks?"
"My off-duty hours are my own business."
He got up and palmed the door closed.
Returning to his chair, he shook his head. "Not when it impacts your
performance on duty." He took in her steely expression. "Lt. Chapel,
we will talk about this. I'd prefer to do it as your friend, Chris. But if you
make me do it as your commanding officer I will."
She couldn't believe he was pulling rank.
"How has my performance suffered?"
He looked at her amazed. "You don't see?
You have been late every day this week, and we aren't talking just a few minutes.
Your attitude is poor. You seem to have no initiative. Your judgment appears to
be functioning, but who knows when it will go. And then there is the matter of
all your visitors."
"Visitors?"
"The eighty thousand
crewmen that keep traipsing into sickbay to see you. Have you gone off the deep end, Christine?"
Shit, shit, shit, Christine thought. I just
lost that bet with Uhura. She said that if I kept this up I'd get a talking-to.
And I had to say that McCoy wouldn't bother me. Now I have to help out at that
damned charity casino tonight.
"I'm waiting." McCoy was looking at
her sternly.
"Ok." She pondered which lie to
tell him then decided to just come clean. "I'm trying to get over
Spock."
"Huh?" He was clearly not expecting
this.
"Aren't you the one that was always
telling me to 'Let go, Christine. He's never going to be yours'? And I've come
to the conclusion that you are right. He is never going to even know that I am
alive. And why am I just hanging around waiting for a man that will never love
me? So I decided to see what I'd been missing all these years. And there are a
lot of things, although I wouldn't say there were eighty thousand of
them." She grinned wryly at him.
He smiled at her, relieved. "Well, can I
make a suggestion? As your friend?"
"Can I stop you?"
His eyebrow went up in a classic McCoy 'don't
mess with me' look. She raised her hands in mock surrender.
"I think you've gone a bit toward the
other extreme. Maybe you want to kind of slow it down, ok?"
"Ok. I'll settle down a little."
She smiled at him.
"No hard feelings?"
"No hard feelings, Len."
That was five hours ago. She had met Uhura
for lunch and told her about the incident. Her friend had lost no time in
reminding her that she had lost their bet. After her shift, Uhura had shown up
with the outfit. Christine sighed. She had paid her way through medical school
dealing blackjack at a casino. She had never thought she would have to do it
again. It's for charity, she tried the rationalization
on for size.
She had to use it again after she changed.
The pants were fitted to hug every curve she had and the shirt...well to say it
was risqué was an understatement of galactic proportions. She buzzed Uhura who
answered from the rec area.
"I can't wear this, Nyota."
"Of course you can, Christine. Now get
your butt down here."
"I'm telling you, I can't wear
this." Christine said firmly.
"Doesn't it fit?"
"Oh yeah, it fits too well. This thing
isn't leaving much to the imagination."
"Christine, be logical," Uhura
giggled as she realized what she had said. "I mean use the brains god gave
you. We want people to sit at the tables and gamble. You in that shirt will
improve the probability of that happening. Besides, it's..."
"...for charity. I know." Christine
sighed and went into the bathroom to fix her hair.
At 1900, Christine entered the rec area. Uhura had done an excellent job of creating a
gaming parlor. There was a roulette wheel, craps table, black jack and chemin-de-fer tables, slot machines, and an area for poker.
Other crewmembers dressed in similarly provocative outfits waved embarrassed
hellos. Christine made her way to one of the blackjack tables. She started
arranging the unopened decks, the chips, and the shoe. Hands
remembering the motions that the brain had long ago pushed to the side.
Uhura was playing pit boss, Christine
noticed, and was wearing a modestly cut suit. What happened to 'it's for
charity,' Christine wondered.
Her friend smiled at her. "You
ready?"
"Yeah. Remind me to never make another bet with you."
"Oh sure, like you
ever learn, Christine."
The opening of the doors cut off their
good-natured ribbing. Crewmembers streamed into the rec
area. Several men made a beeline for Christine's table. I hope they aren't
thinking I'll throw them the game, she thought as she
cracked open several decks of cards and began shuffling. Filling the shoe she
held it out to the player on her left for cutting.
He smiled up at her as he marked off the shoe
with the cut card. "Hi Christine," he said wistfully as she
rearranged the deck.
"Hi, Edward,."
she answered back.
"It's Edgar."
"Sorry." She looked at the other
two men who were smirking at Edgar's bad fortune. She dealt out the cards, the first set face-up for the players, down for
herself. The next set face-up for everyone. She had a nine showing. She looked
at Edgar. He had a four and a six. His hit gave him a seven. Seventeen.
She turned to the next man. Wracking her
brain for his name, she recognized him as the man she had played pool with for
hours last week. He gave her a sly smile. He had two tens. And split them. Dipshit, she thought. He got a five and a six. Fifteen and sixteen. Darryl, she thought, that's his name.
She moved on to the last player. This one she
remembered easily. Nathan Conrad. The gigolo from stellar
cartography. He had hit on her the night before last, relentlessly
trying to get into her bed. She had finally threatened to sedate and neuter
him. He appeared to have forgotten his fear as he leaned in for a look down her
shirt. "Nice pair, Chrissie."
"It's Lt. Chapel to you, Conrad."
She waited for him to decide what to do with his hand. He had a five and a six.
He doubled, throwing the chips onto the table with a careless gesture. She
dealt him a nine. Twenty.
She turned over her bottom card. Ace. Twenty for the house. She took
Edgar's chips and cards. Smiled at him as he shrugged.
Darryl still didn't appear to realize his
mistake. "Next time don't split two tens, Darryl."
"It's Darren." He got up and went
over to the craps table. Edgar seemed perturbed as well and abandoned her for
poker.
Nathan smirked at her. "Push."
"Push," she agreed, taking his
cards but leaving his chips. He drew the double chips back into his pile.
Cheapskate, she thought.
She realized someone else had joined the
game. Looking up she was shocked to see Spock putting chips out on the table.
Conrad smirked again, "Do I have a rival
for your affections, Chrissie?"
Spock answered before she could. "As the
Lieutenant has no affection for you, it would be illogical to look for a
rival."
She stifled a smile as she watched Nathan
take the insult in. For a moment she thought he would let it rest, but then he
spoke, "She has a nice pair on her, don't you think, Commander?"
In between being angry, Christine couldn't
help but wonder if Spock agreed. He didn't dignify Conrad's question with an
answer, only gave him a stern look. Christine began to deal out the next hand.
Spock got a blackjack. Nathan had two tens. She showed an ace.
"Insurance?" she asked.
"Insurance is for wimps," Conrad
responded.
She peeked under the card, turned it over. Blackjack. She gathered Spock's cards, and took Nathan's
cards and his chips, perhaps more eagerly than was strictly necessary.
She dealt again. Spock had an eight and a
ten, Nathan had a four and a ten, and she was showing a seven. Spock passed.
Nathan seemed uncertain. Finally he hit. Ten. Busted. She flipped her cards. A ten joined the seven,
seventeen. She paid Spock.
Nathan grabbed up his chips. "Rigged,
that's what this is. Rigged for your stinkin'
boyfriend." He walked off in a huff.
Spock left his chips on the table. Christine
looked at him in surprise. "You wish to play more, Spock?"
He nodded. She dealt him another hand, then
another and another. He played hand after hand. He seemed to be doing very
well. Too well. Wait a damn minute.
"Spock!"
He raised an eyebrow in response.
"This is for charity for god's
sake." When he looked at her uncomprehendingly, she hissed. "You're
cheating."
His expression became bewildered. "I am
not."
She leaned in closer. "You're counting
cards, Spock."
"And?"
"And that's cheating!"
"Why?"
She looked at him in exasperation. "It
just is. Look at all this money you've won. We have to lose this."
"I will not lose it here,
I am doing quite well at this game."
She laughed evilly. "No not at this
table." She saw Uhura glance over in irritation as Christine left her
table. She pushed into the crowd surrounding the roulette wheel and she noticed
McCoy looking at Spock and her in surprise. His eyes widened even more when she
leaned over to place Spock's chips on 20. Get a good look, boss, they aren't gonna be out like this again, she thought.
Spock leaned into her. "Christine, the
probability of picking the correct number is one in 38..."
"That's the idea, Spock," she
whispered. "It's for charity, remember."
The wheel spun around, the ball circling in
the other direction then finally dropping into a slot. She stared in amazement.
The croupier announced, "20, black, even." His assistant paid out
35-1 on their win.
She let it ride. "The odds are against
it coming up again," she murmured.
He leaned in to her again.
"Statistically, the likelihood of 20 coming up is as great as any other
number coming up. Still one in 38."
"Oh shut up," she hissed.
The wheel was spinning, the ball dropped. She
felt relief as the croupier called out, "Nine, red, odd."
"Well that's that. The house always
wins, Spock. Especially at this game." She began
to walk back to her table.
"Christine?"
She turned back to him in surprise. "Yes, Spock?"
He moved up to her. She was stunned to see
his eyes linger on her chest then slowly rise to meet her gaze. The noise and
chaos of the casino seemed suddenly very far away. "I appreciate you
stopping me from unknowingly cheating."
"Just looking out for
you, Spock."
"I had the impression over the past
several weeks that you were finished with that particular duty." When she
only looked at him in confusion, he continued. "I have seen you after
hours, Christine. Wednesday night you played pool with Lt. Forth, Thursday you
were at the holovids with Lt. Emerson, Friday I saw
you in this room with Dr. Peabody, Saturday you ate in the mess hall with Lt.
Commander Sethos..." He continued on with the
current week, detailing activities she had already forgotten.
"I've been busy."
"Yes." He escorted her back to her
table. "Have you made plans for tomorrow night?"
"Uhh,
yes."
"Cancel them." He said firmly. Then
he added, "Please."
She swallowed noisily. "I'll see what I
can do."
"Good. I will pick you up at 1700."
"And what are we going to do?"
"I have not determined that yet."
His eyes seemed to burn into hers. Again his glance raked her exposed flesh, then he spun on his heel and was gone.
Uhura wandered over, an interested look on
her face. "Something you want to tell me, Christine?"
Christine gave her a smile of pure
satisfaction. "Only that the house always wins."
FIN