"Well that's something you don't see everyday."
Chakotay tried to stifle a laugh. "I'd say it's a once-in-a-lifetime."
Kathryn's sparkling blue eyes turned to him, the corner of her mouth curling upward. "You do it."
"Oh, no! Not a chance."
"Come on, one of us has to."
A snort escaped his throat before he could bite it back. "I think you are the logical choice."
He could see her shake with a silent giggle. "Why me?"
"You are the Captain."
She looked again and pressed her hand to her mouth. "Really, Chakotay, this seems like your area."
His face was turning red with his failing attempt to keep a neutral expression. "Lunar phenomena fall under scientific study."
She grabbed his arm and couldn't stop the giggle this time. "Don't you dare!"
His grin widened. "What?"
She turned toward him, her hand gripping harder. "We can't just stand here, Chakotay."
He looked over her shoulder and lost his hold over the chuckle rising up from his belly. "It's not that bad."
A throaty laugh escaped before she could stop it. "How can you say that?"
"Okay, we'll do it together." He looked into her eyes and started trembling. She leaned her head on his arm and all was lost. They were holding each other up as uncontrollable guffaws rang out on the bridge. The other officers were staring at them, which only made things worse.
The turbolift doors opened and Tom Paris stepped out. He noted the Command team's condition first, then looked around. As he squeezed between the Captain's back and the tactical station, he smirked.
"Your pants are ripped, Tuvok."