Title: Canola Madness
Author: GeekyDollie
Rating: G
Summary: Gossip goes awry during Beta Shift on the bridge.
Spoilers: None
Author's Notes: This was written with my sister… long ago. I just fixed it up recently. I'm not sure if it's as funny as we meant it to be, but we sure got a kick out of writing it.
Disclaimer: TPTB owns everything, as usual. I just play with the characters.
Tom was leaning back in his chair at his position at the helm and eavesdropping on his commanding officers' conversation as usual, when he indiscreetly fell over in his chair.
Kathryn Janeway's gaze snapped to him as a blush crept across her skin. She quickly sat back in her chair from where she had been leaning towards her first officer. "What are you doing?" she demanded.
"I'm… uh… looking for my contact lens…ma'am," he said hurriedly. He tactfully avoided her doubtful glare.
"Here, let me help," Harry called from the back. He quickly jumped the railing, catching the curious stares from several officers around the bridge, and dove for the carpet giving himself second degree rug burns. Rubbing his rump painfully, he crawled over to his friend desperately searching for Tom's "contact lens". Of course they hadn't been produced for about 300 years, but Tom was a history buff…
"So are they or are they not going to Lake George?" Harry whispered. "From the back of the bridge I heard something about a gondola!"
"No… that was Pensacola!" Tom corrected.
"Insufficient!" Seven piped up from behind Janeway, "It was granola!"
A crackle suddenly sounded from Tom's comm badge. "No way," B'Elanna's voice piped up, "I'm sure it was payola."
"If you must know," Chakotay revealed, "it was canola! Does everyone want my mother's recipe for corn bread?"
FIN