Title: OVERHEARD
Author: A. Kite ( AKite68163@aol.com )
Series: Star Trek: Voyager
Codes: multiple, P/T, K/7, J/C, J/7 and so on
Category: Parody, funny I hope
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Comments on the general goings on from two unknown crewpersons. A bit of silliness set somewhere mid fourth season.
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welcome and always answered.
A. Kite (July 2001)
"Come on, don't you think Paris has the dreamiest eyes?"
"Well, he sure thinks so, but I go more for dark and soulful. Besides, thoughts that way may lead to
bodily harm."
"Torres? You mean she finally caved?"
"Looks like it to me."
"Okay, then who's dark and soulful? Kim? I thought you made your mind up to move that way weeks
ago?"
"Yeah, I did before Miss Big Tit Borg came along.
"Hey! Don't put yourself down like that. It's not like she hasn't got just about everybody on the ship
looking. Heck, I've even caught Commander Chakotay looking a time or two!"
"No! The wooden Indian actually looked up from contemplating his navel, or whatever it is he does, to
look at anyone other than the captain?"
"Sad, ain't it?"
"Not necessarily, that may explain the look in the captain's eyes that I saw the other day. Didn't think
much of it at the time, but she was watching Seven. There was such a strange look on her face."
"For real? You think she wants Barbie Borg too?"
"Back to the problem at hand, what are you going to do about Kim?"
"Don't know. Heck, he doesn't even know I'm alive."
"Time to change that, me bucko.
On the bridge, no one was making eye contact. Suddenly, Janeway cleared her throat and said, "As you
were, people." She tapped her combadge and called engineering. "B'Elanna, can you check the
companels in the turbolifts? One of them seems to be broadcasting to the bridge."
"I'll have someone on it right away, Captain," the disembodied voice of Torres answered.
It had to be asked, and the only one with enough nerve to do it was Mr. Dreamy Eyes himself, Tom
Paris. "Anybody recognize those voices?"
Dead silence greeted the question. Tom shrugged and, unnoticed by everyone suddenly studying
readouts, swivelled his chair. He looked back at Ops and winked at his lover.
End