Title: Mission Accomplished

Author: greatsarcasmo

Category: Drabble

Rating: K

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: All of this belongs to someone else, I'm just having a little fun and I'll end up just as poor at the end of it as I was when I started.

A/N: The sixth of several drabbles that were my fic beginnings written 4 years ago. My brain tends to work in spurts. And, hey, we all have to start somewhere.

Mission Accomplished

It didn't matter that it had been at his own expense. It didn't matter that she was now glaring at him. It didn't matter that he would probably end up sleeping on the couch again. It didn't even matter that half the ship had most likely heard every word she'd yelled.

What mattered was that he had finally managed to do something he'd been trying to do since he'd met his wife.

After seven years of effort, Tom Paris had gotten one of the things he'd most wanted from B'Elanna Torres: A full-blown, no-holds-barred, deck-shaking Klingon Belly Laugh.