**
"Kathryn."
"No."
"Kathryn..."
"I can't!"
"Give me one good reason."
"I'm being assimilated by my bed."
Chakotay laughed. "The Borg don't use beds. They have maturation chambers."
"They're branching out."
"Since when?"
"It's a recent development", she admitted.
"Kathryn". He shook his head sternly. "You'll have to get up eventually."
Kathryn merely moaned and wriggled further under the blankets. Chakotay was considering yanking them off, when he suddenly noticed that her left hand cradled a phaser.
"You wouldn't dare!"
Kathryn opened one eye and trained it on her bewildered husband.
"Resistance is futile", she announced, then promptly fell back asleep.
**