Innocence Lost
Janeway and Chakotay were discussing the warp relay problems. He held his hands on her shoulders,trying to reassure her everything would be all right. With each word he leaned closer to her and with the sentence;
"Youll see, everything will be all right in the end, "
he was so close that their lips almost touched. Exactly when Janeway closed her eyes and Chakotay leaned his head slightly, a loud wolf whistle echoed around the quiet Messhall.
There were only two other people in there at this late hour, Harry and Tom, they were playing with Harrys clarinet.
When Janeway and Chakotay stopped talking themselves they could hear the two lower ranked officer's conversation.
"So thats a... C?"
"No, its a D, and it sounds... like that."
"All right. And what was that one again?"
"Thats a-"
"Mr. Paris?"
Tom turned around and sighed, annoyed by the interruption.
"Yes, Captain?"
"Do you know how to... wolf whistle?"
"Im sorry, Captain, I dont."
He put two fingers in his mouth to demonstrate that he couldnt make a very audible sound.
"Never learned that art as a kid."
"How come *we* heard that whistle, and neither of you did?" Chakotay asked and glared at Tom.
Tom said; "Its all in your chicken brains."
at the same time Harry said; "Oh, I heard it too."
Tom glared at Harry, like Chakotay had glared at him a moment ago.
"So Tom, why didnt *you* hear it?"
"Ok, Captain, I confess. I do know how to wolf whistle, but I didnt do it just now. Not this time."
"What do you mean with 'not this time'?"
Again, at the same time Tom said;
"Er... nothing."
Harry said; "Well, it was that time when-"
A hard kick at his lower shin made him shut up.
"Tom??" Janeway demanded.
Tom bit his lower lip, he had just seen the perpetrat of the crime sneak out of the Mess.
The girl he had taught to wolf whistle two days ago.
"What are you smiling at, you moron??"
"The hiss came from Harry and it brought Tom back to the corner of the Mess.
He realized he had smiled sheeplishy at the sight of the 'escape'.
He looked around at the small group of people surrounding him:
Harry, looking puzzled; Chakotay, still frowning; and Janeway. She at least was smiling at him.
"Er... Im sorry Captain, Chakotay, Harry, but Ive got a terrible headache. Permission to fle- er... *go* to Sickbay?"
"Permission granted, Lieutenant."
Tom tried to look as though he was suffering as he walked out.
Around the next corner he ran into his partner-in-crime. Naomi.
"Good job, gal! You were great, though I think Janeway expected something."
"Piece of cake, Tom."
"Give me five!"
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THE END
reworked, 30/1 2002.
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Janeway and Chakotay were discussing the warp relay problems. He held his hands on her shoulders,trying to reassure her everything would be all right. With each word he leaned closer to her and with the sentence;
"Youll see, everything will be all right in the end, "
he was so close that their lips almost touched. Exactly when Janeway closed her eyes and Chakotay leaned his head slightly, a loud wolf whistle echoed around the quiet Messhall.
There were only two other people in there at this late hour, Harry and Tom, they were playing with Harrys clarinet.
When Janeway and Chakotay stopped talking themselves they could hear the two lower ranked officer's conversation.
"So thats a... C?"
"No, its a D, and it sounds... like that."
"All right. And what was that one again?"
"Thats a-"
"Mr. Paris?"
Tom turned around and sighed, annoyed by the interruption.
"Yes, Captain?"
"Do you know how to... wolf whistle?"
"Im sorry, Captain, I dont."
He put two fingers in his mouth to demonstrate that he couldnt make a very audible sound.
"Never learned that art as a kid."
"How come *we* heard that whistle, and neither of you did?" Chakotay asked and glared at Tom.
Tom said; "Its all in your chicken brains."
at the same time Harry said; "Oh, I heard it too."
Tom glared at Harry, like Chakotay had glared at him a moment ago.
"So Tom, why didnt *you* hear it?"
"Ok, Captain, I confess. I do know how to wolf whistle, but I didnt do it just now. Not this time."
"What do you mean with 'not this time'?"
Again, at the same time Tom said;
"Er... nothing."
Harry said; "Well, it was that time when-"
A hard kick at his lower shin made him shut up.
"Tom??" Janeway demanded.
Tom bit his lower lip, he had just seen the perpetrat of the crime sneak out of the Mess.
The girl he had taught to wolf whistle two days ago.
"What are you smiling at, you moron??"
"The hiss came from Harry and it brought Tom back to the corner of the Mess.
He realized he had smiled sheeplishy at the sight of the 'escape'.
He looked around at the small group of people surrounding him:
Harry, looking puzzled; Chakotay, still frowning; and Janeway. She at least was smiling at him.
"Er... Im sorry Captain, Chakotay, Harry, but Ive got a terrible headache. Permission to fle- er... *go* to Sickbay?"
"Permission granted, Lieutenant."
Tom tried to look as though he was suffering as he walked out.
Around the next corner he ran into his partner-in-crime. Naomi.
"Good job, gal! You were great, though I think Janeway expected something."
"Piece of cake, Tom."
"Give me five!"
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THE END
reworked, 30/1 2002.
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