| Title: | Where are My Damn Pants | Date: | 29 March 2000 |
| Author: | Danielle | Email: | ? |
| Rating: | PG | Codes: | J/C 1/1. |
| Disclaimer: | Paramount's toys - I play with them the right way. |
Kathryn answered the door out of breath.
"Captain, Something wrong?"
"No, Mr. Paris, I just got back from a game of Velocity on the holodeck. Can I help you with something?"
"Uh, yeah, I brought by that report that you requested."
"Thank you Mr. Paris. Well, see you on the bridge in the morning."
Tom thought that she was acting a little funny, and not everyone played Velocity in their bathrobe. And would she still be so sweaty? He had to fight the smile that was threatening to invade his face.
"Yes Ma'am. You're sure that everything is okay?"
"Yes Tom, I'm fine. I..."
From the background came a voice he recognized and the laughter that had threatened him moments ago seized him and he became helpless with it.
"Kathryn, where are my damn pants? Did we leave them in the replicator? That's the last time I saw them."
Chakotay's eyes widened when he saw Tom in the doorway convulsing with silent laughter. Kathryn pointed to the couch, rose colored humiliation filling her face. Chakotay pulled on his trousers, and straightened his uniform. Tom was gasping for breath in the corridor outside the Captain's quarters where he had remained after she had shut the door in his face. Chakotay had one thought as he passed him.
Idiot.
Fin.