Hibbard glanced over at the Commander, hoping he'd have an idea of where to go from here. Reed was still staring down at Mr. Jeffy's work, shaking his head.
"Why can't we have a normal engineering officer?", he muttered. He looked over at the ensign. "I'm going to have Lt. Scott come down here.", he advised the young officer. "If
there are any files in the system that might help us locate the codes, he should be able to find them."
"Aye-aye, sir.", Hibbard replied, "I'll do whatever I can to assist him."
"Very good.", Reed confirmed. He straightened his uniform and moved to where Mr. Jeffy slept on the floor. "Mr. Jeffy", he said in a low commanding tone, "wake up."
"No, ma", Jeffy murmured turning over on the cold, hard floor, "don't call me that." He smiled innocently as he settled into a deeper sleep. "Call me Lucky-7."
"He's hopeless.", Reed said as he helped Nurse Yahbo place him in the hover chair.
She lifted her chin defiantly and stared into the commander's eyes. "He's done his best, sir.", she remarked, "I would think that you'd appreciate that, at least."
Reed sighed heavily. "I do appreciate it", he admitted, "it's just that the ship is in a great deal of danger right now, and there is very little I can do about it."
"I understand.", Nurse Yahbo replied, the scorn melting from her tone. "He means a lot to me, and there's very little I can do for him here in engineering."
"Of course", Reed acknowledged, "you should get him back to sickbay."
He watched them go, then keyed his communicator. "Reed to Lt. Scott."
The transmission was barely out when Number Two responded. "Go, Commander."
"Report to engineering and assist Ensign Hibbard", he relayed, taking a seat behind the console, "and, Lieutenant", he continued.
"Yes sir?"
"Could you stop by the galley and get me a Frapaccino?"
"Roger, Commander", Number Two replied enthusiastically, "I'm on my way."
Reed leaned back and waited, mulling over their situation and the engineering officer's hapless behavior. "Lucky-7", he chuckled, envisioning Jeffy curled up on the floor again. "Lucky-7",
he repeated, though this time it was accompanied by a fleeting thought. What if, he considered, then shook his head. No, that's too simple, but the idea had wedged itself in his brain. He bounced
out of his chair, feeling his heart rate increase, and began punching in numbers.