To celebrate Star Trek: The Next Generation's 25th anniversary, here's a very short nonsensical story (or story fragment, really) I wrote about a decade ago.
Captain Picard stumbled into the crevice. With a roaring curse, he skidded down the slope, scraping his bald cranium on a sharp outcropping of ice.
"God damn it!" he muttered, tumbling into a snowdrift. "I've cut my head!" he gasped.
Data, thinking fast, licked the wound, sealing it with his android saliva. Picard grimaced, disgusted, but also relieved.
"Good work, Mr. Data."