AN: Hello, my young and old readers. I noticed several mistakes in the last chapter such as 'SULU IS GAY?' I meant to type 'SULU IS HOMO?' or something along those lines. I'm sorry if I offended anyone and you have my deepest utmost apologies. You have permission to point out anything bad in this chapter and not be nice about it Well here is chapter 7 in which Jackie suffers from Glossophobia. I'm not making tat up it really is the name for a phobia of public speaking. Weird, huh?

Jackie's hands started to shake as she gripped the mic. She felt a wave of nausea hit as she opened her mouth to speak and clamped it shut. Breathe in, breathe out, she commanded herself, Focus on something stupid…Jim!

Her eyes opened and she sought out Jim finally finding him near the bar looking like he was gonna throw up.

"Hi, everybody," she could hear her voice trembling, "I don't really know what to sing, so give me some time as I search the machine?"

She sat down and looked through the files. Finally she came to one she somewhat knew and enjoyed in a way.

"Ok," she whispered then more loudly, "I'm ready!"

The song began to play and Jackie's voice fell up and down with the first few notes.

What an amazing time

What a family

How did the years go by?

Now its only you and me…

She grew more confident as she stared at Jim's green face. This was easy. It was actually kind of… fun!

Tick Tock

Tick Tock

Tick Tock

Tick Tock

La la la la la la la

Like a cat stuck inside a moving hovercar

A stupid conversation shut my ears, just take a break

What if they say that you're a climber

Naturally I'm worried that if I go it alone

Who really cares cuz its my life

I never know it could be great

Taking chances, I might grow

Oh ah oh

Breathe in breathe out, look at the green…

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn for?

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn for?

Tick tock, tick tock

Tick tock, tick tock

Take a chance you daft bimbo

Like an archipelago

You're repeating yourself

You know this all by heart

Why do you repeat it anyways?

I was born to blossom, bloom to perish

The moment will run out cause you are still taking girls home

You know it was messed up how I knew exactly what you'd think

Life is short, you've proved you're capable

Oh, ah,oh

It was obvious even in his drunken state Jim knew he was being sung about. He tried to look hurt but a grin at the fact Jackie was singing and his sickness made it come out more as when someone looks like they've been hyposprayed to many time. Which also could have been the case as Bones was standing next to Jim looking extremely peeved.

Uh-uh

Look at your watch now

Your still bringing home the females!:(

They've practically lined up out front

And they're all waiting for you "hot shot!"

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn for?

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn for?

I "can't wait" to go back to Earth and

See you pick up girls from strange bands

Those Las Vegas girls, must be lots of fun

'cause you never seem to be done

Jim was obviously toying with the idea of looking shocked at what she was saying, but that would have been a lie and they both knew it. It wasn't exactly a secret Jackie hated the stray girls Jim brought home. They'd once tried to have an adult conversation about it, which resulted in Jackie throwing a lampshade, a book, a frying pan, and a very confused dog at Jim's head.

Go!

Look at your watch now

Your turn to go get the mail

I don't care if they rip you apart

It's your fault you kept them waitin "hot shot!"

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn for

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn

What'cha waitn for?

What'cha waitn for?

What'cha waitn for?

You took the chance

You daft bimbo

You got the risks

You daft bimbo

What'cha waitn for?

What'cha waitn for?

You took a chance

You daft bimbo

You took a chance

You daft bimbo!

Jackie finished the song in a cold fury remembering all those girls Jim had brought home, had thought she'd never noticed. She listened to the clapping and cheers of "Encore!" and silently laughed. None of them knew what that was about. It was another her and Jim thing. They'd listened and thought it was all nonsense, or if they got the basic idea, a wife was talking about her cheating husband. Daft bimbos.