Hilo! This is a drabble colaberation with Janeta-Maria Siri, and she would like to say a few words.
we're sorry. truly, deeply sorry. It's 5:32am, and we've eaten more cheesecake than any human should at one time. This is a song fic to weather girls' 'it's raining men' and we dont mean to offend anyone!
That being said, Star trek does not belong to us, and we hope you enjoy this shore-leave musical!
Captain Janeway, after some persuasion, had finally taken her shore leave. Chakotay was in charge of Voyager, and he was planning something. Something big.
Humidity is rising - Barometer's getting low
According to all sources, the street's the place to go
It had been an abnormally quiet day on the bridge. Everyone sat at their respective stations tending to their duties, and trying to ignore the looks Tom and Chakotay had been exchanging all morning.
Cause tonight for the first time
Just about half-past ten
Tom's console beeped. Cutting through the silence.
For the first time in history
In plain, bold print on his screen. It read:
It's gonna start raining men.
Tom smiled. Behind him Chakotay had began to hum softly. Apparently it was just loud enough for the rest of the bridge to hear, because soon Harry had joined in as well.
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men! Amen!
I'm gonna go out to run and let myself get
Absolutely soaking wet!
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah!
It's Raining Men! Every Specimen!
Tall, blonde, dark and lean
Rough and tough and strong and mean
Feeling slightly daring, Harry was the first to break into song. For no apparent reason, the entire crew seemed to know the words.
But for now, that didn't matter. And Harry sang his heart out, joined quickly by anonymous officers two and three. Their voices rang through the bridge and Chakotay held up a hand to stop them.
For a moment, they were mortified. Until he broke into a charming dimpled smile.
"Chakotay to all hands... it's raining men!"
God bless Mother Nature, she's a single woman too
She took off to heaven and she did what she had to do
She taught every angel to rearrange the sky
So that each and every woman could find her perfect guy
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men! Amen!
Chakotay grinned as he heard the stoic Tuvok whisper, "amen."
"It's Raining Men! Hallelujah!
It's Raining Men! Ame---------nnnn!"
At this point, the song had reached its climax. Stations were abandoned as the crewmen broke into carefully choreographed dance moves. Leaping and gliding in perfect harmony. Once again, Chakotay held up his hand for silence, and Tuvok's voice ran clear and loud. It was time for his solo.
I feel stormy weather / Moving in about to begin
Hear the thunder / Don't you lose your head
Rip off the roof and stay in bed
The crew was astounded by his talent. The last long, high note rang all over the ship. Down in engineering, B'Elanna and Seven exchanged worried glances.
Perhaps, they should have joined Captain Janeway on shore leave.
With renewed spirit, the ship came to life again. Chakotay winked at Tom, wordlessly asking him to dance. Tom eagerly accepted, receiving jealous glares from Harry and Tuvok.
God bless Mother Nature, she's a single woman too
She took off to heaven and she did what she had to do
She taught every angel to rearrange the sky
So that each and every woman could find her perfect guy
It's Raining Men! Yeah!
Captain Janeway docked her shuttle in the shuttle bay, shore leave had been miserable. Stepping out onto the dock she was greeted with a peculiar site. B'Elanna and Seven roasting marshmallows in the corner of the docking bay, looking somewhat frightened.
She never did find out what happened. All she knew had came from the short reply that Seven had given her.
"The weather was dismal."
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