(c) January 22, 2000
Day One: Roaming Fingers
"So, with that said," Chakotay leaned back in the chair and stretched before continuing, "I thought we might go over the schedule for the senior staff medical examinations." He held up the PADD in front of Kathryn.
Kathryn groaned and massaged her temples, "Is it time again already?"
"Thinking about all those cups of coffee you drank instead of having a full course meal?" Chakotay smirked.
"Oh yes, 'Mr. Perfect bill of health' from last year, bring it on," she kicked him from under her desk.
"Owe! No reason to get violent," he exclaimed with mock-surprise.
Kathryn swung around in her chair and stood up. Stretching her back, she moved to the viewport to watch the stars, "Put me on the roster as last. There are a few things I have to finish up in Astrometrics with Seven first."
"Actually, I've already completed the list," Chakotay jumped to his feet and was heading to the door with that statement, but before he had time to blink Kathryn had snatched the PADD out of his hand. He could tell she was skimming down the list. "Hey, gimme that," he went to grab it out of her hands but she was too quick. With each attempt he made, she expertly dodged his position. "You know what," Chakotay said, out of breath, "you've played one too many games of hoverball."
"Ha!" Kathryn laughed but turned around in a fury to face him, "You put me *first* on the list?! What did I ever do to you!!!?" She pushed the PADD behind her and laughed as Chakotay once again, made an unsuccessful grab for the PADD. "You're not going to win," she teased.
"Oh yeah?" Chakotay stopped and then made an unexpected move. He grabbed Kathryn around the waist and pulled her against him, "Beg for mercy, Captain Janeway." Kathryn immediately squealed and tried to break free. His tone hinted at something bad . . . very bad.
The bridge was dead silent except for a few beeps and tweaks here and there from Voyagers systems. Harry sighed and wondered why one hour seemed to go on for three. He saw Tom glance over his shoulder sympathetically at him. They both had Holodeck time reserved with B'Elanna. There was a new Holonovel they were going to try out - supposedly, according to B'Elanna, who had designed it, it was more than a little riske . . . but that was all the information they were going to get.
Harry turned back to his console and tapped in a few things, the machine making expected noises with each noise, he stated out loud, not thinking, along with it, "Beep, blip, beep-bop." He saw that everyone had stopped and were staring at him. "Uh, sorry, I'm just . . ."
Suddenly the dead silence following Harry's statement was interrupted by noises coming from behind the Ready Room doors. All eyes that had been turned on Harry, including Tuvok's, then turned towards the direction of the doors.
"Uh, is it me," Tom Paris stated out loud for all to hear, "Or does that sound like laughter?"
A few giggles and gales of uncontrollable female laughter seeped out from beneath the cracks in the walls. Then all of a sudden they stopped. Everyone stopped and went back to work . . . beep, beep-blip, bop. The doors of the readyroom whooshed open and all that the senior staffs' eyes could catch was a blur of movement running towards the turbolift and disappearing behind the doors.
"I think that was the Captain," Tom stated not even turning around. The doors opened and Chakotay strode out, breathing heavily. He sat down in his chair on the bridge and punched things into the console.
Tuvok took note, "I'd have to concur, Mr. Paris."
Day Two: The Consequences of Roaming Fingers
Since the readyroom, Chakotay had tickled her in the turbolift, tickled her in Astrometrics (when Seven had mysteriously departed for five minutes), tickled her in the mess hall (before anyone could take notice - he had stopped), tickled her cargo bay two when she had been going over the inventory reports, tickled her outside her own quarters (when all she wanted to do was go to bed) and now, now she had been pulled into a jeffries tube and had tears in her eyes from the roaming fingers.
"Say Uncle," Chakotay was laughing so hard too. Before every tickling session, Chakotay would see Kathryn get a tremble in her knees, during the tickling session, she would laugh so hard that tears would come to her eyes, trying as hard as she could to either break free or kick him where it hurt, and afterwards . . . well let's just say that Chakotay had some bruises and bite marks (purely from self defense) that had been reminders he was only one step away from the brig.
"Da-damnit, Chakotay!" Kathryn stuttered out the words through laughter, "I a-am going to be late" she gasped, "for the doctor!"
"Oh," he stopped suddenly allowing Kathryn to scoot away from him an inch in the jeffries tube, "so you want to go right away?"
Kathryn stopped, "On second thought, keep tickling."
Ensign Peterson was looking intently at his PADD as he walked down the corridor of Voyager. He smiled at Lieutenant Parker as he went by, remembering their kiss in Astrometrics only two days ago, what he wouldn't give to get her into . . . he stopped when he heard something that sounded like laughter. Had he been thinking out loud and someone had thought his impure thoughts were funny? There it was again . . . bwahahahahaha . . . . . he turned one way, then another, in circles looking for the source of the noise but no one was in sight. He edged towards the wall where Jeffries tube twelve was. If he wasn't mistaken . . . he shook his head. 'Well, sickbay is five doors down, might as well stop by and get my head examined,' he thought to himself as he started to walk away. When a high pitched squeal followed he started to run, 'Hello doctor . . .' he envisioned what he was going to say, 'I think the Captain is in the Jeffries tube . . . laughing.'
"Confused, Doctor?" Kathryn was perplexed at the idea.
"Yes, according to your personal and ship records you haven't followed *any* of my recommended diets, sleep or exercise regimes. And yet . . ." he paused as Commander Chakotay made his way to the front of the senior staff line with a few muttered apologies and excuses.
" . . . And yet?" Kathryn prodded.
"And yet your very healthy . . . in fact, you're glowing!" The EMH smirked.
"Glowing?!" Kathryn felt the heat rise to her face. "I'm sure that I don't . . I mean to say . . ."
"I would recommend," the Doctor interrupted, "that you and Commander Chakotay continue your tickling sessions . . ." All eyes of the senior staff line turned to Chakotay who was twiddling his fingers nervously behind his back. The Doctor went on mercilessly, "whether that be in Jeffries Tube Twelve again or elsewhere. As for you," he looked at Commander Chakotay. "No doubt you have a perfect bill of health."
"As always," B'Elanna muttered from three spots down the line.
The doctor continued, "So I see no reason why I can't dismiss you from your examination time to see to the Captain's good health."
"Doctor!!!?" Kathryn exclaimed, a look of disbelief etched into her face.
"As they say, Captain," he smirked "a tickle a day keeps the doctor away."
He then turned to Chakotay, noting that Captain Kathryn Janeway was already fleeing sickbay, "Go get her, Commander." (And that's exactly what he did)
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The EMH ran the medical tricorder up and down Kathryn's body and glared at Harry Kim, who was standing in line, clearing his throat impatiently, at the entrance to sickbay, waiting his turn. "Don't worry, Ensign Kim," he stated ominously, "your time will come." He almost laughed madly out loud at how loud Harry swallowed with that statement.
"Captain," the EMH turned to her, picking up a PADD. "I am very confused."
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