Jim jumped as music blared through the intercom. It was hastily lowered and he looked around for the culprit. Everyone looked innocently back at him. He pressed the one on the arm of his chair. "Bridge to Engineering." "Engineering here." "Scotty, what have you done?" "It's nothing ta do with me, I swear, Captain!" "You're getting it down there too, then?" "Yah, captain." There was a momentary pause. "It's shipwide, captain." Scotty said. "And… I think it's an old Christmas carol." "Yeah, I know. Fairytale of New York, isn't it?" "Yeah." "Alright, bye, Scotty." Jim cut off the intercom and looked at the viewscreen. "There are four people on board with the engineering skill to do this. I know I didn't, Scotty swears he didn't, and the thought of Spock doing it is ludicrous. So that leaves one person. It was Sulu's idea, wasn't it, Chekov?" "Uh, what? Me, captain?" "Chekov, you're a genius in many areas, but lying isn't one of them." "Uh…" Jim broke into a grin. "You realise I would have given you permission? It's a great idea. Did Scotty know?" Chekov relaxed. "Yes, captain, he helped." "I thought he might have. How did you rig it up to your console?" Chekov started a long piece of techno-babble, which Jim listened intently to.