Disclaimer: ST: VOY is not mine.
Author's Note: For Singing Violin, who suggested I do a companion piece to Spectator Sport. It's not what you expect though. xD
Sure Win
By mistress amethyst une
He's going to lose. I know. Yet somehow, I never get tired of playing with him. There's just something so very appealing about the whole ship knowing their tiny captain can easily defeat a man twice her size in a game of physical prowess. I'm allowed to feed my ego.
Oh sure… I know my aim has nothing to do with it. We've been on the phaser range together. Equal in skill when it comes to shooting. The running? He's beaten me in nine out of ten foot races. All right, I confess, maybe I let him win because I get… distracted by the rear view. But he's fast, and when we play Velocity, he should be able to dodge the disk easily. Heck, I should be the one sent hurtling to the floor at the end of each round. I've heard regularly about how he's beaten Harry. Harry's the only one onboard who's ever beaten me. I'm still a bit confused about how I can thrash him on the holodeck each and every time…
I shoot the disk, and it comes tearing toward him, hitting him square in the forehead. Ouch… apparently, he wasn't paying attention.
"Full impact. Final round to Janeway. Winner Janeway."
The computer doesn't sound like it's congratulating me. No, it sounds like it wants to announce somebody else's name for a change. Sorry, I do enjoy my winning streak…
I walk toward him and lean over to see if he's hurt. He only smiles and congratulates me. Maybe this red shirt really is lucky…