Curse of The Banshee: Guinness, Brawls, & 'Riverdancing' [Part 4]!
by ALM_Voyager- (c) March 15, 2000
- Disclaimer: Voyager belongs to Paramount Pictures. No infringement intended.
Kathryn Janeway reached her hand behind her, trying to grab hold of the string which would allow her to lace up her corset. Her Fair Haven costume wouldn't look right without it. "Oh this is pointless!" she threw up her arms for a split second before returning them readily to the corset that was falling from her body.
Pressing it to her chest she pressed the doors of her quarters open and peeked out. No one was around so she might as well give it a go. Racing down to Chakotay's door, hoopskirt and all, she clutched the loose corset even tighter to her front as she chimed for entrance.
"Come In," Chakotay's voice rang clear and the doors swept open. "Kathryn . . what the . . ?!" Chakotay was obviously shocked.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry but I just *can not* get this corset tied," she nodded to the offending article of clothing. "Would you mind, Chakotay?"
"Oh . . . of course," he stated, put down his book and went to look at the contraption. His fingers fumbled on the little strings and he was amazed that Kathryn was willing to put up with the thing. "How tight is this thing supposed to be?" He asked.
Kathryn turned around suddenly and grasped his hands putting them on her waist, "Small enough that both hand's fingers touch when encircling my waist." She turned back around to give him access to the strings.
"Uh, Kathryn, I don't think that's possible," he gulped.
B'Elanna Torres looked at her diagnostics of the warp core and smiled. 'Perfect as usual' she thought with satisfaction to herself. Her smile vanished to a frown when Seven of Nine came through the doors of Engineering. 'She has that damn Borg-mission-impossible gait to her walk again' B'Elanna felt her fist close tightly. 'Stay calm, just stay calm . . . think pleasant thoughts . . . what trouble could she possible cause today . . . 'everything is running at her almighty peak-efficiency level.'
"Seven, what are you doing?" B'Elanna asked warily as if the woman was up to no good.
"I am attempting to realign the . . ." Seven started but machinery started to go haywire all around her causing the Engineering crew to scatter.
"What have you done!?" B'Elanna couldn't believe it! Her perfect day ruined by the perfect Borg . . . 'She's gonna pay.'
"Of course it's possible Chakotay, now *pull* the strings," Kathryn gritted out.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Chakotay asked turning her this way and that way so he could get a better look at the corset . . . and a few other things as well.
"Of course it hurts . . . it's not supposed to be *comfortable* Chakotay . . . it's a corset!" Kathryn smacked his hands. "Now tie it up."
"I don't like it," Chakotay said and gave a gentle tug to the strings.
"Michael likes it," Kathryn smiled to herself but stopped suddenly as she gasped for breath, "not THAT tight Chakotay!"
"Doctor to Captain Janeway," the Doc's voice filled Chakotay's quarters suddenly.
"Janeway here," she stepped away and Chakotay threw up his hands in frustration at having lost his corset strings once again.
"I think you'd better get down to sickbay," he stated with evident sarcasm. "Our Klingon and Borg have finally 'come to blows.'"
Kathryn whirled, face with startled realization to find Chakotay just as taken aback, "I thought those two had come to some sort of an understanding!"
"We're on our way, Doctor. Janeway out," she stated over the communications channel.
Tom and Harry peeked around the corner to see the Captain and Chakotay rush into sickbay. When the doors slid shut, Harry slid to the floor in frustration.
Tom was sweating, "I thought she said she was going to be creative . . . she didn't say she was going to get into a fight with B'Elanna!"
"I'd say that was pretty creative," Harry groaned. "Look on the bright side," Harry glanced up, "it *is* keeping the Captain busy."
"Yeah and you know what? She'll probably be kept busy when B'Elanna comes after me for all of this," Tom banged his head against the corridor wall.
"Well you're welcome to hide out from B'Elanna and join me in the holodeck tonight . . ." Harry smiled.
"What do you mean?" Tom asked curiously.
"Michael Sullivan has invited me to stay at his place . . . to wait for the banshee. I figure it's the only way we're going to get some answers," Harry said.
"I'd rather face an Irish Banshee than an angry B'Elanna any day," Tom laughed.
CONTINUED IN PART 5!
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