Cowboy Pat

by Susan M. M

Captain Picard has a little secret he'd rather the rest of the crew didn't know. Based on the video P Stew's Cowboy Classics. A drabble, 100 words, no more, no less.

Standard fanfic warning that wouldn't last ten seconds in a court of law. These aren't my characters. I'm just borrowing them for, um, typing practice. Yeah, that's it, typing practice. Based on characters and situations from Star Trek: The Next Generation and P Stew's Cowboy Classics. A drabble, 100 words, no more, no less.

Cowboy Pat

by Susan M. M.

Star Trek: The Next Generation

Captain Jean-Luc Picard glanced surreptitiously to either side. The corridors were empty. There were no crewmen to witness his guilty pleasure.

"Holodeck. Program Picard-CP-Alpha. Engage."

The holodeck door slid open. Picard stepped forward. His Starfleet uniform disappeared, replaced with the illusion of boots, chaps, denim jeans, a sequined shirt, and a 10-gallon hat. The holodeck transformed itself into a 20th century honky-tonk. A band stood waiting for him on the stage: an accordion player, a drummer, a keyboardist, a guitarist, and a bass guitarist.

Picard stepped on the stage.

"Who is the tall, dark stranger there? Maverick is the name."