Summary: Paris has problems adjusting to incipient parenthood. Drabble.
Codes: Paris/Torres
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Rating: G
Spoilers: "Lineage," primarily.
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Author's Note: I haven't seen more than the occasional episode of Voyager since "Endgame" aired. Then, the other day, I was watching a rerun of "Lineage," and my brain kicked into gear.
Medical Issues
By B.L.A. the Mouse
"So what've I got, Doc?" Paris asked, shoving off the treatment bed. "It better not be fatal, or B'Elanna will kill me."
The Doctor gave him a fish-eyed look, disgruntled. "I will ignore your weak attempt at humor. No, it is not fatal."
"And…?" Paris prompted.
"Ahem." The Doctor cleared his throat. "The tricorder shows nothing unusual. Given your symptoms of nausea, tiredness, backache, and Lieutenant Torres, I have one diagnosis."
"Which is?"
"Frankly, Mister Paris, you are suffering from what can be discribed as a sympathetic pregnancy. Consider yourself lucky that you don't have Lieutenant Torres' Klingon mood swings."
The End