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NOTE: I'm not really a Trekkie, and I don't have any beta reader, so if you notice some unorthodox use of hyperspanner, or whatever else, let me know (that's what rewievs are for ;). I'll make it better the next time.
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AFTER THIRTY DAYS– by YANNIK.
Chapter Two– THE DOC.
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"Name the nature of medical emergency. Ough!" Doctor didn't like that sentence. And it still tended to come out of his mouth just a nano-second before he had full control of his behavior. "Damn! I said that again!"
"Welcome Doc" Tom Paris answered with a sly grin.
"Mister Paris, finally! Ensign Paris, I should say" Doctor corrected himself, and checked the clock in Voyager's system. "Oh, you are not late…" he stated.
"Disappointed?"
"Not really" Doc smirked, and went to his office, expecting his now-alpha-shift assistant to follow him. "I have a job for you. Here. Those data need to be filed." He handed Paris a bunch of data padds. However it was all quiet right now, Doctor was elated to have an assistant during alpha shift. He was requesting that from the Captain for a long time now. Having and assistant for other shifts was completely unnecessary, since there were usually no emergencies at the time, while alpha sometimes found Sickbay full of people.
"Has that data been collected over the whole month, or what?" Look of surprise, and – well, almost anger – on Paris' face was also quite delightful.
"Oh, no!" Doctor smiled as nice as he could. He really liked this use of Tom Paris. "Ensign Wyman was working hard! Now, do your job, please, and if there's no actual emergency, I'll be... over there" Doctor waved his hand to express where he would be. In Voyager's electronic circuit perhaps. Or anywhere. "I expect to be called if needed. Computer deactivate EMH."
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