Evening Thoughts

By Tha1´n0nlY*Voy_Girl

Code P/T

Rating

Summary; A `normal´ evening conversation between Tom and B´Elanna.
Set in xmas time, during the 5th season.

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"So, what are you gonna do tomorrow? You have the day off, right?"

"Yeah, until I gotta report to sickbay at 2100 hours."

"So what are you gonna do?"

"I´m gonna add some files to my database, you know, old photos
and stuff. And then I´m gonna do some holoprogramming, the Captain
wanted me to do a Christmas program."

"What´s wrong with the old one?"

"I don´t know. So, what do you want me to put in the program?
Please don´t say bloodstains on the walls and halfdead targs with
apples in their mouths."

"Ha Ha. Well, I want a mistletoe there."

"Yeah, like two years ago when the program was malfunctioning
and the replicators were offline, and we couldn´t fix any mistletoe
in any way.. and Neelix hung up a bunch of leola roots in
the ceiling..."

"Yep. Noone wanted to stand under it, or even be near it within a radie
of at least five meters, so it wasn´t much kissing that night."

"Not on the holodeck anyway..."

"Oh, and can you fix those apples dipped in fudge on some way?"

"I`ll try.. Neelix might suceed this year."

"Hmm..You never know."

"Well,anyway it will.. Ti will.. *hrrm*.. my throat is sore."

"So, then I suppose you can´t read Sherlock Holmes to me tonight?"

"I think you can read yourself."

" It´s much funnier to be read to."

"Read yourself."

"What if I don´t want to?"

"Be a big Klingon now, and read it to yourself, or you could even
read it to me."

"IF I were a big Klingon I would have been threatening you right now
for talking to me in that baby language."

"Oh, then *hrrm* you don´t have to if you don´t wanna. So what do you
want for christmas?"

"Change of subject, huh? But, hmm.. how bout a dagger with my
monogram?"

"I really, *really* hope you´re kidding."

"Yeah. I´m just not used to getting nice christmas presents yet."

"You´ll be.. some day."

"I hope so. Right now I´m so happy and I have friends."

"CDould you please explain that just a *little* bit more clear?"

"I´ve got more friends now, on this ship, than I´ve ever had before, if
you count together all my friends from the time when I lived in the
Alpha Quad."

"That must have been so tough for you."

"Yeah. But I made it. You had friends, huh?"

"Well, I had quite a lot ´friends´ but the most of them were just falsh
and shallow."

"Not very funny either."

"Nope.
Oh, I´ve got this somg in my head..!
*Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way..."

"Paris, shut up!"

"Nope."

"That´s an order, Ensign!"

"What if i disobey?"

"Brig."

"Oh really.."

"Whatch me."

"Jingle Bells.."

"Quiet!"

"What if I don´t wanna be quiet? You refused to read yourself
didn´t you?"

"Silencium!"

"Huh?"

"Latin. Computer lights. This is your last warning, Ensign Paris, shut
up now or I´ll have to cover up your mouth."

"Jingle Bells, jingle bel"

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Hmm. End