Disclaimer: I know that Paramount missed producing this episode, so I'll post it here. Surely, it's just their oversight! Of course, they own the ship, people and technical contraptions.
Code: T/7.
Rating: PG13
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Description: Turbolift PWP and silliness ;-)
Here beginneth the tale ....
21 March 2001
Seven walked into the turbolift, innocently reviewing the sensor data on the nearby white hole that Voyager had been studying. The crew was completely fascinated with the previously believed mythological opposite end to a black hole. So far, the white hole had not affected any systems or people, and the research was going smoothly.
The turbolift stopped to allow B'Elanna Torres admittance. She walked in and shot a flirtatious glance at Seven. Seven raised her eyebrow and let the arm holding the data padd fall to her side.
"Lieutenant?" Seven inquired. B'Elanna grinned, mischief plain in her eyes.
"Seven..." she replied, drawing out the blonde's name.
"May I inquire as to why you are looking at me in that fashion?"
"You can ask anything you want."
"Are you inebriated?"
"No!" Seven sniffed the air suspiciously, then accepted B'Elanna's answer.
"Then why are you looking at me in that manner?"
"What manner?"
"I believe the analogy would be to a cat examining a small bird."
" 'I've got ya where I want ya and now I'm gonna eat ya' look?"
"If you wish to describe it as such. Yes. Why are you laughing?"
"Maybe that's just the look I am giving you."
"Are you planning to consume me?"
"Define consume."
Seven stood quietly next to B'Elanna for a long moment. "How would you like me to define it?"
"Computer, halt lift."
"Lieutenant?"
"B'Elanna."
"B'El-ANNA!"
"Seven...?"
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"I require my clothing."
"No, you don't. Cute panties, by the way. Red is my favorite color."
"I require my underclothes as well, B'Elanna."
"No you don't."
"I--oh, B'El-I... um, I..."
"Mm-mm-m-mmmm."
"I did not understand what you were--nevermind. B'Elanna, should I assume that this means you like me?"
"Mm-hmm."
"You could have expressed it--Aaahh!"
"Ssh... don't worry. I--"
"DO NOT CEASE THIS ACTIVITY!"
"As you wish."
~~~
Kathryn and Chakotay impatiently glared at the turbolift doors after their session of Velocity in the holodeck.
"Who has the lift all tied up?"
"I don't know. Technically, either one of us could override the controls."
"Good idea, commander. Computer--" Suddenly, captain Janeway stopped her command and her mouth dropped open.
"Was that Seven of Nine?" Chakotay asked? Kathryn nodded mutely, still unable to close her mouth. "She didn't exactly sound... distressed."
"Commander, I think I'm going to go back to the holodeck for a bit longer. Care to join me?"
"It does seem like the lift may be in use for a while longer, but we could take the other one." They listened for only a moment longer. "Yeah, I think that the holodeck sounds like a good idea."
The End.