Disclaimer: Paramount owns all these lovely characters, I just borrowed them for a little while. No harm done.
Dedications: Since this is my first story, I would like to dedicate it to my fellow members of the Collective. Thanks for being just as crazy and insane as me. And for my best friend Caitlin, who started a fanfic with me that we never finished. We might some day...
From a Different Perspective
Sighing, Samantha Wildman plopped down into her usual seat right next to Freddy Bristow. This was just minutes after she had finally gotten Naomi to fall asleep. Sam put her elbows on the table and her head in her hands. Sue Nicoletti entered the room, having just finished her double shift down in engineering. She was surprisingly wide awake and ready to talk. Joe Carey was the last to arrive. He wasn’t quite awake, but he was at least going to try and hopefully not collapse onto the floor. The four friends and took their regular seats around the room, all within earshot of the others.
"Hey Joe, what stories do you have for us tonight?" Freddy smiled. Lieutenant Carey always seemed to have his eyes and ears open while roaming the ship. Especially when anywhere near their latest topic of discussion: a certain engineer and her relationship with a certain pilot.
"First of all Freddy," His superior laughed. "You owe me two replicator rations." The younger officer raised his eyebrow. "The chief won’t be taking a second look at you anytime soon." This caused both women to turn their heads. "This morning in the mess hall..."
This is going to get good.Joe grinned inwardly as he leaned back in his chair and pretended to look content studying a PADD.
"Tom," B’Elanna sighed. "We’ve gone to Venice twice and Rome once. Can we please go somewhere just a little more interesting? Maybe something 20th century?"
Tom shrugged, chuckling. "Like what?"
"Gambling in Vegas? Or maybe an old fashioned drive in with that black camero of yours?" Torres suggested.
Black camero? Better than I thought.
"A woman after my own heart." The pilot grinned. "20th century it is. But I have an even better idea."
B’Elanna glared at him.
"How about a candlelit dinner for two atop Toronto’s famous CN tower? Followed by a performance of the ever popular production "The Phantom of the Opera", starring Michael Crawford and Sarah Brightman, at the gorgeous Pantages Theater?" Silence.
"Okay...but what should I wear for that?" B’Elanna agreed uncertainly.
The blonde bit his lip. "Well, you could wear that adorable little red dress I found for you on that beautiful planet we stopped at a few days ago." He caught her smile. "You haven’t worn it yet."
"Yes I did, you just didn’t see me in it for long. If I remember correctly, it was off within seconds." B’Elanna grinned.
Joe glanced down at his chronometer. He had only two minutes left before his shift in engineering. Reluctantly, he stood up and left the mess hall, wondering what else the two senior officers were discussing...
Carey laughed. "Now you know that’s not true. She almost agreed to that dinner date a couple of weeks ago."
Nicoletti ended the argument. "I have a story that could cause some debate." All eyes turned to her. "A few nights ago, I was headed toward engineering after a discussion with the captain. It must have been...oh...0300 hours..."
"Thank you Tom. For a wonderful evening." The engineer sounded breathless.
Tom swallowed before speaking. "You’re welcome ‘Lanna. I’ll see you tomorrow at Sandrine’s."
Torres put her hand on his cheek and kissed him softly on the lips. "Good night helmboy." She smiled.
Helmboy? Pet names already?
He nodded and watched her leave.
Nicoletti quickly moved up against the wall, careful not to be seen by her superior as the chief returned to her quarters.
So the pilot is sneaking the engineer out of his quarters in the wee hours of the morning? Interesting...
"You know, the rumor mill is going crazy with rumors about B’Elanna being pregnant." Freddy began. "And she was in sickbay earlier this week. I saw her leave."
Sam shook her head. "I don’t think so. I’d know if she was. I work in sickbay."
Nicoletti giggled. "Sam does have a point. And we work with her."
Joe agreed instantly. "I bet that the two of them will be engaged within the year. Or at least make their relationship a little more public."
This was something that Joe and Sue did not agree on. "Tom isn’t one for settling down. I can’t picture him as a father. He’s going to be a bachelor ‘til the day he dies."
"Do you want to make a bet on that?"
"Absolutely Lieutenant. Three replicator rations?"
Carey nodded and they shook on it. Freddy shook his head and smiled. At least his rations were being put to good use. Wildman decided to tell her story at this point, hoping to keep Carey and Nicoletti quiet for a couple minutes.
"Hey, you three won’t believe what I did see in sickbay the other day." That shut them up. Sam laughed. "Anyway, our two lieutenant friends came in directly from the holodeck. Apparently they were doing some sort of Klingon program, and you know the rumors about those..."
"Lieutenants, what can I do for you?"
Torres limped over to the closest biobed; Paris hobbled close behind. "I think that Paris broke one of my ribs using that bat’leth in the holodeck." She grimaced as she sat down. "I warned him not to try and use it, but he didn’t listen."
"I didn’t know it would hurt you!" Tom retorted. He was holding his arm. "And then she decided to pull my shoulder out of its socket. Haven’t had that happen since the Academy."
Sam smiled slightly as she watched the exchange between her two superiors. "Let me see what I can do for those injuries of yours."
After everything had been fixed, the officers left the room and went separate ways...
B’Elanna Torres giggled as she heard the end of Wildman’s last story. Tom silenced her with a kiss and attempted to roll out from under her, which was quite difficult because of the small amount of space a Jefferies tube allowed. His movement resulted in a loud thud and B’Elanna laughing even more. He leaned over yet again and kissed her softly, letting it grow into something a little more passionate.
All of a sudden, the panel opened and Sam Wildman peered in. Paris and Torres were in a very compromising situation. Sam’s face reddened with embarrassment as she realized what she and her friends had just been discussing. B’Elanna looked at Sam first and smiled before crawling out of the Jefferies tube. Tom quickly followed her.
After glancing around the room, she turned to Tom. "You owe me two replicator rations Paris. The whole ship does gossip about us during their off time."
Wildman reddened even more with that comment.
This is the last time I ever take part in Joe’s little discussion groups.
Tom smiled at the junior officer’s reaction and pulled B’Elanna up for another kiss before leading her out of the room.
Sam collapsed into a chair just as her three friends woke up. "Who were you talking to?" Freddy asked, yawning.
Sam laughed. "The topics of our latest discussion."
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