A/N – *Marauder sneaks back in to the fandom and drops this on the table* I'm back! Well, kind of. I've decided that although I'm not really up to actual stories in this fandom (at the moment at least) then drabbles and very short oneshots will be my thing. Some of these I wrote at least a year ago for a challenge over on VAMB, any with a song title come from Bonesbird's Drabble Challenge over on Facebook and the rest come from me…Man, it is good to be back!
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"Lieutenant Paris, report to the bridge immediately. This is an emergency."
As though to illustrate the captain's words, the red alert warnings joined in with her desperate voice. Tom tumbled from his bed, straightened up and was rewarded with another urgent, "NOW, MISTER PARIS!"
He ran.
In his barely awake state, he didn't notice the silencing of the red alert, or the fact that when the doors to the bridge opened, there was no sign of a disaster.
He did notice that the bridge crew was smiling, waiting for him, with Neelix weighed down under an enormous cake.
"Happy Birthday, Tom!" Neelix cried.
Tom looked down at his garish checked pyjamas, suddenly painfully aware that he had foregone his uniform in his haste. A slow blush crept up his neck as he took in the gleeful expression on the faces of the Doctor and Chakotay, the amused sympathy on Harry's and the fact that B'Elanna was bent almost double over her console unable to breath for laughing.
"Well Mister Paris, we had intended to give you a bit of a treat," the captain could hardly conceal her delight, "But it looks like you've managed to give us all one instead."