--Disclaimer-- Paramount owns all rights to characters, sets, yadda yadda yadda. I own nothing but the plots. All hail Paramount and TPTB…unless of course you're referring to Endgame. Then shoot them.
--Warning-- I am an avid J/Cer. If you are offended by this, do not keep reading. The following material may contain oodles of unbelievably cheesy J/C. Deal with it.
--R/R ing-- Please r/r. Flames welcome, as long as they're not along the lines of 'I hate this story. It sucks.' Flames gotta have a REASON. Then I'm fine. Happy reading. :)
--A.N.-- I don't particularly like drabbles, either reading or writing. But these were just kind of in my head, so I had to write them down. I suppose asking you to r/r is a bit hypocritical. But I'm gonna ask anyway.
--Drabbles--
Untitled Drabble 1:
"Smell my hair."
"What?"
"Smell my hair," she insisted, "What does it smell like?"
"Kathryn…are you sure you're feeling alright?"
"Dammit, Chakotay! Just smell my hair. Does it smell good or bad?"
He leaned down and sniffed the aforementioned hair. "Hmm…good. Kind of fruity. Like a mixture of kiwi and oranges."
She smiled, satisfied. "Good. I spent a fortune on that shampoo. It'd better have turned out good."
Untitled Drabble 2:
"I'm WHAT?"
"Ah, I'm sorry, Captain. If you want to look at the readings yourself…"
"I am NOT! It's not possible! No…"
"Captain, it will be a lot easier if you don't go into denial about this."
She slapped her commbadge, frustrated. "Captain to Chakotay. Get down to sickbay NOW."
A few minutes of head shaking and screaming later, he rushed in.
"What is it? Are you hurt? Are you okay?"
"No! I'm not okay! I'll never be okay again!" Kathryn sniffled.
He stopped, confused. "Doctor?"
The Doctor sighed. "Commander, the Captain has just found out that she has developed an allergy to coffee beans."
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