Disclaimer: Voyager’s MINE! ALL MINE! Wait… what are you doing… put down that lawsuit! Oh, all right. Voyager belongs to Paramount and Viacom, and I own nothing. I’m only a little 13-year-old girl in Mrs. Hagel’s homeroom. Bother.

"Damn!" B’Elanna whispered. She reached beside her and came up with a small rubber loop. She looked up at the console she was working on at her friend Harry.

"Harry, what the hell is this? Someone shot it at me!" B’Elanna asked.

Harry laughed softly and replied, "That’s a rubber band. I know who’s been shooting them at you." He pointed across the bridge at Tom.

B’Elanna laughed evilly. "How do you shoot them?"

Tom grinned. B’Elanna didn’t know what hit her. He was laughing silently when something snapped on the back of his neck. He turned around to see who had shot it, but B’Elanna was working quietly with Harry. However, Tom noticed the small smile on her face.

"Mr. Paris, is something wrong?" Janeway asked, concern coating her voice.

" No, captain, everything’s just fine," Tom assured his commanding officer. He picked up the rubber band that landed in his lap and an evil idea popped into his head.

The console that B’Elanna was working on beeped with a message. She brought it up and it read:

Lanna-

I saw that! But I have an idea. Take a rubber band and on the count of 3, shoot it at the Captain!

Luv,

Tommy©

B’Elanna giggled. This would bust him down to crewman if he weren’t careful!

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Tom looked around the Bridge. Everything was in order. "1…2…3, FIRE!"

Janeway looked up and was hit in the face with 10 rubber loops! She picked one up to examine it.

Chakotay leaned over. "Are you letting them get away with it?"

"Not by a long shot…" she aimed one at Tom.