The morning was fresh and B'Elanna was already on the rampage. Harry turned back to the access panel he was working on, trying to hide his grin. Repairs were nearly done, but all was not going as planned.
The lights had been out for hours. All of the repair crews had to wear SIMS beacons on their wrists so they could see what they were doing. The outage was more an annoyance than anything, since it didn't affect any other systems, but go tell that to B'Elanna. If the ship wasn't working right, it was a personal insult.
She was stalking around Engineering, tearing open panels and pushing her way into crawlspaces. The power grid was her enemy, and she was determined to track down the EPS feed that was causing the problem.
Harry kept his head down and tried not to get caught smiling. Oh, he didn't envy her. And he was starting to wonder if the engine room had a set of gremlins more daunting than that Talaxian fur fly carcass strung up in the corner. But her bluster was too extreme to be taken as anything other than the temper tantrum it was. Not that he'd ever let her know that.
And if that weren't enough, he couldn't help but be reminded of Tom's overdubbed Japanese monster vids each time his combadge dutifully translated the Klingon cursing. He finally understood how people could endure working beneath B'Elanna.
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Disclaimer: Yes, I know Paramount owns Star Trek and its characters. I'm jealous, so I'm playing with their old toys. Everything will be back in the sandbox by morning.
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