Drabbles

By Coral

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Just a few more innocuous little drabbles. I'm not really addicted to them!
Disclaimer: Star Trek belongs to Paramount.

Fifty Years

"So, this is goodbye."
She smiled softly. This was the moment she'd been dreading for… for so long now. Was it really fifty years? Fifty years of wanting… longing… not having…? Fifty years seeing him everyday and never telling him how she truly felt. Fifty years of loneliness, compounded by knowing that he was there for her, but being unable to go to him. Fifty years, wondering why fate had played this cruel trick on her, bringing her her heart's desire, and placing it just out of reach.
Fifty years, building up to this moment.
"No. I love you, Chakotay."

A Vulky Idea

"That," Naomi pronounced grandly, "Is a vulky idea."
"Naomi!" Tom Paris mock-scolded. Naomi had the grace to blush. "Naomi's comments aside," he grinned, "Are there any other comments?"
B'Elanna stepped forwards. "I do. It's a terrible idea."
"I could smell that coming. Trust you not to agree with Seven."
B'Elanna glanced sideways. "It's nothing against Seven personally…"
"You find me cold."
"Yes."
"Heartless."
"Yes."
"Ruthless."
"Yes."
"I quote: 'An arrogant, hive-minded, p'taQ of a drone.'"
B'Elanna shifted uncomfortably. "Yes," she mumbled. Lifting her head, she added, "But I still don't think we should put Naomi in a Borg maturation chamber!"

The Strange Tale Of The Dangerous And Mysterious Substance That Magically Appeared In The Messhall On Voyager Late One Night When The Gamma Shift Was On Duty.

Tom trained the tricorder on the slimy-looking substance of unknown origin. It fizzed and bubbled, reminding Tom of a mad scientist's gone-wrong experiment, left to mutate until it grew out of proportion. The colours swirled inside like thunderclouds in a storm, constantly changing and maliciously expanding.
"What is it, Tom?" B'Elanna asked, peering over his shoulder, her hand on the portable containment field generator in case it turned out to be dangerous.
"I'm getting a reading." He showed her the output screen. "What do you make of that?"
B'Elanna screamed. "Destroy it!"
"What…?" Tom asked, confused.
"It's Leola Root milkshake."