I am proud to present the much-anticipated Harry/holodeck scene!
Tom turned the corner to the corridor where Voyager's holodeck entrances were nestled. The doors were supposedly thoroughly sound-proofed, and yet, incredibly, he could hear harsh music. This had to be the right one. He grinned and went in.
What greeted him was an assault on the senses; the cavernous room was dim but for weird blue, green and pink back lighting that emanated from squares on the dance floor, where there were at least a couple hundred writhing figures, Starfleet uniforms amongst them. A techno beat pulsated so loudly he could feel the vibrations.
Tom searched for Harry, although was sidetracked by the Delaney sisters, who had both stripped down to their underwear and were whooping and dancing on neighboring tables. After a few moments, he continued wobbling through the seemingly-never ending club, the beat thumping through his veins.
In the end, he almost didn't recognize Harry when he found him! His normally shy young friend was surrounded by half a dozen green girls with skimpy outfits and too much makeup. "Tom!" Harry called out. "There you are, you son of a phaser!" He had a giggling girl on each arm and for some inexplicable reason, was wearing sunglasses. Inside. Where it was dark.
"Hey, Harry!" Tom merged with the group and began dancing with the alien women, who immediately began feeling his muscles and batting their forest-colored lashes. "I see you dropped B'Elanna." Harry was barely audible over the music. "Izz ok, she's a prude anyways."
"Whadid you say?" Tom's eyes narrowed. He was beginning to feel nauseous and dizzy, and was tempted to just punch those stupid sunglasses off Harry's smug face.
"Hey, itz cool man, I'm just saying," Harry raised his hands, "if you ever get in her pants, lemmee know. I'd take a turn, ha!"
Tom laughed along with Harry for a moment.
Then he punched him in the face.
Harry staggered back a few paces, the green girls hurrying out of the way, and then launched himself at Tom. The two rolled along the floor, grappling, until Tom pinned his opponent to the ground and blows began raining down on Harry until both eyes were so swollen he could hardly see a thing. Tom had just raised his fist for a particularly devastating punch when Harry finally freed a hand and caught him right in the nose. Tom heard a sickening crunch and felt blood pour down his uniform. Then the room swam and he knew no more.
"Seven! Why are you crying?" B'Elanna crouched down next to Seven, who had slid down the wall once her attacker had released her.
"You saved me, even though your dislike towards me is blatant. Your character is of higher moral fiber than I previously assumed! Forgive me!" Seven wailed, clutching B'Elanna's hands and falling into her lap. "Oh Seven." Tears were rolling down B'Elanna's cheeks now too. "I don't hate you. I'm just envious… you're so beautiful and you gained respect without screaming and breaking noses. I'm just so…so Klingon and friendless and ugly!"
Seven sat up and looked at B'Elanna shocked, in a bleary-eyed sort of way. "No, no! You are well-admired amongst the crew and I have always found your appearance to be most aesthetically pleasing!" A part of Seven's brain that was still functioning noted that she was getting better at talking like an unassimilated humanoid with each moment. "Singularly, your use of *hic* cosmetics. They are applied with such skill azto *hic* enhance your features," B'Elanna looked touched. "I wonder if I shall ever be skilled at such endeavors," Seven finished sadly, eyes downcast.
"Of course you will Seven!" B'Elanna slurred fiercely. "I'll teach you myself. And we'll get you something nicer than those biosuits the doc makes you wear. No," she continued to Seven's watery smile, "itzabout time you had a friend!" She heaved herself to her feet and then helped Seven up. "C'mon, lezgo to my quarters, I have this rose-coloured lipstick that'd look just great on you." The unlikely pair left Seven's unconscious (and forgotten) attacker on the floor and stumbled down the hallway arm-in-arm, giggling for no apparent reason. "B'Elanna," said Seven, growing serious for a moment, "you're of my collective."
Then her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell in a dead faint.
"Aw, you're my friend too, Six-Ah, Seven," B'Elanna mumbled happily, taking a few paces forward. "Seven?" She looked back when she realized her new found friend wasn't following her. "Seven!" B'Elanna cried in horror to see Seven sprawled out on the carpet. B'Elanna stared for a few seconds, then grunted as she heaved the unconscious woman into her arms. Seven's head lolled back as B'Elanna slowly staggered towards sickbay- annoying though he was, she needed the Doctor.
