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Code: T/7.
Rating: PG13
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Turbo fluff. Silly and funny.
Short turbo tale
13 Apr 2001
"I do believe the percentage of turbolift malfunctions and the times we get stuck together is far above average compared to the shipwide percentage."
"Uhmm, well coincidences don't let themselves be calculated Seven."
"Indeed."
"Oh don't give me that look."
"Look?"
"You know, that look. I feel like a little kid who got caught with her hands in the cookiejar."
"There's enough evidence to support the theory that somebody is sabotaging the turbolifts on purpose."
"You think so?"
"We've gotten stuck in a turbolift 22 times in 2 weeks time, so yes I believe there is enough evidence pointing to that."
gulp
"Well maybe the turbolifts really need some maintenance."
"We checked the turbolift's systems 20 out of the 22 times it broke down. I did not find anything that could lead to this reoccuring malfunctioning. Nor did you?"
"Uhm, well no, I didn't find anything."
"You seem nervous about something Lieutenant."
"Oh? It's nothing really, I guess I'm taking over Tom's dislike of small rooms, us being stuck just makes me feel uneasy I guess."
"You crawl through Jeffries tubes, and even smaller spaces, yet you never showed any signs of this claustrophobia before. Also your perspiration has increased noticeably, and your body temperature has risen steadily over the past few minutes we have been conversing."
"Look Seven..."
"Do I make you nervous Lieutenant."
"Seven, what are you doing?"
"I am merely invading your personal space, Lieutenant."
"Seven..."
"Lieutenant..."
"Call me B'Elanna for as long as we're stuck here, and please step back a litte, I can barely breath geez."
"Your heart rates have increased and your body temperature has risen even more, I have reason to believe you are aroused by my presence Lieu...B'Elanna, am I making the correct assumption?"
"Uh...yes...no...I mean..."
"Lieutenant?"
"Don't do that raising the ocular implant thing, okay the answer to your question is yes, just stop staring at me."
"Good."
"What are you doing?"
"I am giving you space to breath Lieutenant."
"What did I just say about the Lieutenant, and why is that good?"
"You are the person responsible for sabotaging the turbolifts."
"What?"
"I do not know what you hope to gain of letting the turbolifts malfunction, but I believe you rather tell me then the Captain?"
"Hey...that's blackmail."
"Indeed."
"It was on somebody's advice."
"Clarify?"
"Somebody told me that this was a good way to put a turbolift to use."
"I do not believe I understand B'Elanna."
"Okay...you don't make this easy for me do you Seven?"
"No."
"At least you're straight to the point. I was trying to work up the courage to uhm...kiss you and stuff."
"Indeed."
"Is that all you're going to say?"
"Who was this person giving you this advice?"
"A new Ensign named Rachel."
"I do not believe I know her."
"Hmm, me neither."
"I do believe we should put her advice to good use."
"Seven?"
smooch (censored because of PG rating :-)
"Hmmm, remind me to thank that Rachel next time we see her."
We can all guess what happened next lol.
The End
runs to a safe spot giggling madly
(oh yeah I was gonna name it Appreciating Rachel first lmao)
The End for real
(stop reading)
(I mean it)
(flicks off the message)