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20071031
AUTHOR: JinnyR
EMAIL: jrossca@sympatico.ca
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: So, it was Christmas time and the bar was open in the Ready Room and some crazed VAMB Mod (that would be Delta) suggested a themed drabble exchange. No, I won't mention the theme. You'll have to figure it out for yourselves. 2008 VAMB Moderators Secret Drabble Swap
2008 VAMB Moderators Secret Drabble Swap
"Remember, the number one rule for Starfleet captains: Thou shalt not killeth your crew."
"That doesn’t mean I can’t maim them, Chakotay. It would be very satisfying, I assure you."
"Well, I can’t argue with that, but Tuvok will say it’s illogical to maim both our chief engineer and helmsman. After all, what you caught them doing is only natural."
"Not in MY ready room it isn’t!"
"We’re here, aren’t we? And, since my left hand is up your blouse and my right hand is down your pants, I’m feeling less judgmental by the minute."
"Oh, shut-up and kiss me."
THE END
"Remember, the number one rule for Starfleet captains: Thou shalt not killeth your crew."
"Tom, did Chakotay actually say that to Captain Janeway?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Because that’s what I always said to him when we were in the Maquis!"
"I never heard you say that when I was on Liberty."
"That’s because we were always talking about you. Now history is repeating itself. I’ll bet Janeway would have spaced you if Chakotay hadn’t come to your defence."
"Well, talk about over-kill. Thirty days in the brig is ridiculous."
"Tom! You deleted the coffee formula from the replicator. Count your blessings!
THE END
"Remember, the number one rule for Starfleet captains: Thou shalt not killeth your crew."
It was her voice. Soft. Resigned. Forlorn. She was only here for her crew.
I didn’t care. As she stared out over the water I moved closer. My hands reached to remove her dress and then I heard that unmistakable transporter sound. I spun around and saw him.
There was a sparkling blast and I fell. Devore blood flowed toward the surf while I desperately tried to understand.
"Well, someone had to do it, Kathryn, and they elected me."
She finally smiled. "You kill me, Chakotay."
THE END