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Okay, this is complete and utter space crack. Here, allow me to get you up to speed with the following Cliffs Notes version.

Little Red: "OMG Voyager used to be SO HAPPY and then it gets all CRAZY-PANTS AND ANGSTY and altogether WTF!"
A.j.: "There should totally be an A.U. where Chakotay and the Doctor lock Janeway up for being crazy so she can get sane-"
Little Red: "AND THEY ALL LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER."
A.j.: "... right! And Kathy fixes Engineering things sometimes and bonds with B'Elanna!"
Little Red: "OMG YAY."

This isn't quite that A.U., but that's where the this does not actually need to suck for everyone! idea came from. Oh, and

familyarchives wanted discussion of romance novels.

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Five years ago, B'Elanna Torres would absolutely, definitely, completely never have thought that she would ever be discussing romance novels with Captain Janeway.

Actually, five years ago, she hardly ever discussed anything with the captain if it didn't involve the Warp core, or something important that was broken, or the word diagnostic. Janeway existed in a world of authority figures and chains of command and those Starfleet protocols that B'Elanna was always tripping over, and it took five years and a rather brazen suggestion of Chakotay's to change all that.

B'Elanna wasn't present for the closed-door discussion, but rumor has it that Chakotay said something along the lines of "hand over your ship to me two months a year," and Tuvok praised the possibility of a more democratic system for their lifelong journey home as opposed to a strict military heirarchy and the Doctor said... something about something... and Janeway -- according to rumor -- agreed.

No mutiny, no phasers, just, "Let me think about it," and three days later, a ship-wide announcement and Janeway turning up in Engineering with a toolkit and calling it a vacation.

She has been recalibrating power relays for almost eight hours, but she's smiling and was laughing with Seven of Nine (well, the Captain was laughing, anyway), and she certainly seems like she's on vacation, power relays or otherwise.

B'Elanna's still not entirely convinced that this isn't some kind of practical joke on her. Even after five years, the captain has the ability to make her... nervous, in a way no one else on the ship can. Having her in Engineering looking over her shoulder all day isn't B'Elanna's idea of a vacation at all, and she's gone from being frustrated to stressed out to just plain ornery. And yet, she has to keep her temper in check because, well, the captain is there, even if she's pretending not to be the captain for some reason that, surely, only Chakotay could think of.

In all fairness, Janeway has been stuck under terminals and inside Jeffries' tubes most of the day, seeming to be making a conscious effort not to micro-manage anyone, but B'Elanna's still not ready to let her guard down.

Something beeps on the console Janeway's working at, and there's a bit of coolant steam.

B'Elanna goes and hovers over her shoulder.

"I've got it, Lieutenant..." Janeway says, grasps above her head for a hyperspanner, and the steam and beeping stop. "There. Good as new."

"Captain?"

Janeway smiles up at her from under the diagnostic terminal. There's a smudge of something on her cheek and her hair is flying a little wilder than usual with all the electrically charged power relays she's been around. She looks so relaxed that she almost seems like an entirely different person.

B'Elanna doesn't mean to think it, because it's got to be wrong to wonder that about her captain, but the pleased, calm look on Janeway's face makes her wonder just what other brazen suggestions of Chakotay's she might have taken under advisement lately.

B'Elanna blushes at the thought -- she can't help it, and is fortunately blessed with a half-Klingon complexion that does a good job hiding it -- and busies herself examining the closest workstation. Environmental control, apparently. Whichever.

Janeway says, "If I'd known you were keeping all the fun to yourselves down here, I would have let Chakotay borrow my chair years ago."

B'Elanna isn't sure if she's supposed to laugh or not. She thinks this is probably the captain's way of trying to put her at ease with the situation. "Well, feel free to recalibrate power relays any time you like," she answers diplomatically.

Janeway shoots her a raised eyebrow and a smirk, like she can tell B'Elanna's squirming. She probably can tell. Janeway has always been eerily good at that, and usually -- when she's not on vacation, that is -- she tries to make her feel as comfortable as possible.

On vacation, apparently, she instead chooses to egg her on:

"Tom suggested I ask you for some reccomended reading while I'm banned from the bridge... something about... Klingon romance novels?"

Item one: B'Elanna's pretty sure Janeway isn't exactly banned from the bridge.

Item two: The fact that Janeway would say that, even in jest, means that she's either not totally okay with it or not totally used to it, and B'Elanna should try to be sympathetic.

Item three: She's going to kill Tom Paris. Kill him. If she doesn't sink through the floor and die first.

"He said what?" Her voice actually breaks with anger, and -- insult to injury -- sounds a lot more like an indignant squeak than a burst of Klingon fury. "On the bridge he said this to you!?"

She's never going to hear the end of it from Harry Kim. Or Tuvok, for God's sake, with his looks and superior Vulcan commentary. Or Chakotay, and she's still busy never hearing the end of it from the last ten embarrassing things that man found out about her.

Janeway watches her little fit with open amusement. "There's nothing shameful about a little escapist reading, B'Elanna."

B'Elanna narrows her eyes, willing her to stop this line of inquiry, biting her tongue to keep back any unintended threats. Janeway looks undaunted. She's eerily good at that, too.

"I've never read a Klingon romance novel, though. Are they at all comparable to Terran novels?"

B'Elanna darts a few glances around Engineering to see who's within earshot, and whose bodies she might have to hide later. Joe Carey is remarkably good at making himself scarce when she's on a rampage, but Vorik has made a masterful art of being underfoot at the worst possible moments for her pride, ever. The Vulcan is nowhere in sight, though, so she leans closer to the captain's workstation and answers her:

"They are, actually. There's more violence, of course. Less self-pity." When she's in a self-pitying, less violent mood, she prefers the human versions, and has been known to lock herself in her quarters with warm blankets, hot chocolate, and what the captain calls 'escapist reading'. Not that she'd ever admit that to Tom Paris. Actually, she's strongly considering never admitting anything to him ever again, but that's another story.

"Interesting," Janeway says. "I'm not sure you could call it a romance novel, per se, but the Bolian Epics are pretty passionate. If... a little bizarre." She goes back to poking at the underside of the terminal with the hyperspanner.

B'Elanna isn't quite sure what to say to that, but is surprised to find herself enjoying the conversation, and the captain's company. She never really thought of them as being friends -- for all the authority-figure, chain-of-command, Starfleet-protocol-tripping-over reasons -- but that doesn't mean they aren't friends, exactly.

Besides, she really doesn't have anyone else to talk about romance novels with.

"Are you considering a cross-cultural literary study, Captain?"

She can just see Janeway shrug, still elbow deep in machinery. "Well, I do have the time. Could you hand me the microlitic inducer?" She reaches up a hand, then says, "Thanks. Did you know that Risian literature is actually remarkably dull? They don't even have any native poetry."

"Well, they probably don't need fantasy lives." B'Elanna has actually never been to Risa. Not surprisingly, it's Tom Paris' favorite planet, so she's heard a lot about it. If they ever make it back to the Alpha Quadrant, she's making a special point not to go there.

Janeway wriggles out from underneath the terminal and dusts her hands off. "You may be right."

The captain's still sitting on the floor in a rather uncaptainly position, and that's probably the reason B'Elanna can't stop herself from asking, "Are you... okay? About all this?" When Janeway doesn't answer, she backpedals, "I know it's not my place to ask, Captain, but..."

"Chakotay and Tuvok didn't push me into anything, if that's what you're thinking."

"Believe me, Captain, I wasn't." She has actually attended staff meetings before, after all. As far as battles of will go, Janeway has been running the table on both Chakotay and her security officer since they landed in this quadrant.

Janeway stands and pats her shoulder. Still Janeway, still the captain, even if she's on vacation. "I do owe you an explanation, B'Elanna. Chakotay made some good points and, in the interest of science, I'm willing to try this on for a while." She searches B'Elanna's face in that intense way she has. It always manages to unnerve B'Elanna, like the captain can read her mind. "You'll let me know if you have a problem with this."

"I'm sure we can handle it, if you can."

Janeway smiles. "We'll see about that too, I guess. It's only for a little while. A nice vacation. I promise not to spend too much time in Engineering."

B'Elanna realizes that she has sort of forgotten to be annoyed about Janeway's presence. "You're always welcome, Captain."

"I'll try not to overstay that welcome," she says, nodding her head graciously. "Besides, I don't know how long this little exercise will last."

"Maybe it's a good thing," B'Elanna suggests. "You do seem... happy."

Janeway pauses for a long moment, like she hadn't actually considered that.

"Do I usually seem unhappy to you?"

B'Elanna can't think of a way to answer that that isn't damning, so she tells the truth. "Lately, yes."

Janeway doesn't comment, and doesn't tell B'Elanna what she's thinking. The chief engineer suspects it'd take longer than a day's vacation full of power relays to convince Janeway to open up too far.

"Those novels," the captain says instead. "May I borrow them?"

"They're in the database," B'Elanna replies. "But I still have the PADDs. I can bring them by tonight, if you like." Her quarters are a mild disaster, but she should be able to find them. Plus, it's probably better that the captain not venture into the library of Klingon romance without a guide. She might actually enjoy the over-ritualized ones, the ones with obscure ceremonies of honor that had B'Elanna turning to the computer for references every page or two, but B'Elanna would just rather the captain didn't read some of the more ridiculous ones. She vividly recalls a matchmaking targ in one of the stories she put down almost immediately.

Definitely best to spare the captain that.

"No rush," Janeway assures her. "I can reccomend a Bolian Epic, if you're interested, but..."

B'Elanna can only guess what Tuvok's reaction would be to the idea of the captain starting an interplanetary romance novel book club. Or Tom's. She can't wait to tell him about this conversation-

-except for the part where she's still killing him the next time she sees him. Right.

Tuvok, though, that would be a sight to see.

"Do Vulcans have romance literature?"

Janeway makes a mischievous face. "I doubt they call it that. I'm all done here, B'Elanna... I'm going to go check on Commander Chakotay."

"I thought you were on vacation, Captain."

Janeway opens her mouth, closes it, and then shrugs and corrects, "So I am. I'm headed to the mess hall, then. Thanks for letting me borrow your power relays."

"Thanks for an... interesting conversation."

She's still not sure what to make of all of this, but the captain does seem happier. She double-checks the work on the power relays and, finding no errors, decides that this experiment isn't completely insane, just... a little bizarre.

And she still doesn't know what precipitated it. It's been obvious, even down here in Engineering, that the captain has been under unusual stress for a long time... but she honestly would never have considered a consensual mutiny the most likely solution. She'll have to corner Chakotay and shake him down for the information later.

After she brings the captain some Klingon romance novels, of course.

Weird, weird day.

Joe Carey pops out of nowhere, as he is wont to do. He's been in some conduit or other most of the day, according to the work log, only ducking in and out for parts and eavesdropping. "Is the captain gone?"

B'Elanna rolls her eyes. "Yes. You can come out now."

Carey rolls his eyes right back. "What were you two talking about, anyway?"

B'Elanna contemplates actually telling him, then decides against it. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she says instead. "Now, about those impulse reactors..."

*end!*

OMG A.j.! We should totally do a pants!verse, but ON VOYAGER, and possibly without pants.

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Okay, I totally haven't read this yet because I'll be late for school if I do, but the idea sounds AWESOME & I am saving it on my laptop so I can read it in my ten minute break between teaching, yay! And also, there should be a pants!verse in every fandom, because pants!verse, even if they're not wearing pants, is ridiculously fabulous.

*luffs you a zillion*

Eee, it is totally not at all that speshul, but GOOD LUCK in class, and YES, pants!verse would be SUPER RAD. That will be my NEXT plan. Pants!verse is the best gimmick ever and should be applied to all fandoms equally, I AGREE. <3 <3

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YAY! I totally wasn't sure if I should post this or not, because it seemed so utterly ridiculous and unlikely and shameful last night, but really, there NEEDS to be more Voyager gleee. HAPPY VOYAGER PROJECT FOR THE WIN! ;)

*love*

Is your back feeling any better, honeybunny? (The more in pain someone is, the more ridiculous the terms of endearment. It's a rule.)

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OH SUCRALOSE MUFFIN, it will be okay!

Find a doorframe to hook your fingers on and dangle for a while? That seems to replace chiropractic stuff for me if it's back stuff... neck stuff is another story and just involves lots of wailing and gnashing of teeth, though.

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You don't actually have to lift your feet off the floor. It's just a way to stretch out your spine without having someone there to pull on your hands or monkey bars, y'know? But yes, some upper limb strength is required, but my mother can do it, so, I live in hope for you. :)

Oh, this is awesome! I love it when people let Janeway be happy, and relaxed, and a lot less of the mental basket-case she sort of is in the tail end of the show (and definitely is in fandom, in general). Yay!

You should definitely do a pants!verse type thing, but TOTALLY WITHOUT PANTS! (Not in the sense of no pants ever... but you get the idea.)

AHAHAHA. No pants ever would be HILARIOUS. "Captain's Log... we have been forced to resettle on a wonderful planet with generous people... who have the oddest requirement that NO ONE WEAR PANTS, for it offends their gods. Attempts to come to a diplomatic solution are proceeding apace."

LOVE.

OMG, that is JANEWAY in your icon!? I totally didn't know that until I just read the caption! I figured it was some actress I didn't know. Apparently, it is THAT unusual for her to be laughing. Errr.

There needs to be more happiness on Voyager, because it was ridonkulously supper happy for 3 years, and then things started to IMPLODE. It works better with the happy.

Yup, 'tis Janeway! Well, it's Kate, obviously not when she was actually playing Janeway because there'd need to be some alternate reality for Janeway to look that happy, I think.

And yes, it definitely works better with the happy. I'm all for as much happy Voyager fic as possible, because it was one of my first real fandoms and I still love that show ridiculously much. I just want them all to be happy!

What does your icon say? I cannot read it. (I always wonder about teenytiny text, if it's just the iconner's grocery list or something...)

I had no idea it was an online fandom (because "online" was a foreign concept still) and so I thought my sister and I were the ONLY PEOPLE EVER who were weird enough to write stories about TV characters. I mean, come on, who did that!? Heeee. I was crazysuperobsessed, though. A lot of it was timing -- our family was kinda going through Hell On A Stick right as the first season started, and we latched onto it like things possessed (me especially, I think) and concocted all these elaborate plans of what we would do if we just woke up one day ON VOYAGER, because this seemed ENTIRELY POSSIBLE. (We were not 6. We were 12 and 13.) I totally slept with a dustbuster under my pillow and pretended it was a phaser. ROCK.

ANYWAY, it was this super uber happy family of joy, and that is totally how I still think of it! All the angsty weirdness later is just... it seems like a different show, because Voyager is pure senseless squeee! (Like old-skool Galactica, in a way. Actually, in a big way.)

There should totally be more happy Voyager fic. You should write some. Immejitly, yes. ;)

Y'know, I don't actually KNOW what it says on my icon, 'cause I didn't make it. I always assume it's probably just the alphabet or something...

And I looked through my Voyager fic to see if I could point and say "Look, I wrote happy fic!", but I really don't think I ever did. There are a couple that aren't, y'know, TOTALLY bleak, but that's about the best I can say. That's kinda sad.

In my defense, I was a teenager when I wrote most of my Voyager fic, and teenagers are allowed to be filled with inexplicable angst, right?

Except it's probably something TOTALLY DEEP and meaningful that will explain everything! Or something.

Or the lyrics to Saturday Night Fever...

Teenagers are definitely allowed to be filled with inexplicable angst. I think I once created a planet whose sole purpose was to torture everyone at every turn.

Also, I have literally just this moment realised how much Janeway looks like she's doing the Saturday Night Fever dance in this icon!

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It was indeed lots of happy, sometimes even approaching classic Star Trek cheesy happiness.

You don't read fanfic? This surprises me because that's usually why people read my journal, unless they know me personally. How did you find me?

I love how I read fics for fandoms I know almost nothing about when it's you writing them! Apparently, though, the one episode of Voyager I've ever seen--randomly, in the week or so before Rogers figured out we weren't paying for the Space channel and canceled it--was some kind of Big Shipper Ep where Janeway and Chakotay were stuck on some planet with a monkey. And that's really all I know about Voyager... ;) But I still like this fic, even if I don't know who these characters are, really!

You know, fandom would have you believe that's all you NEED to know about Voyager, so... you might be okay with that! At least you will now get any and all bathtub references made on my flist.

And you totally don't need to know the characters for this fic, as they are only vaguely parallel. :)

LOVE FOR YOU TIMES A MILLION, baby.

AHAHAH! OMG! YOU WIN! *throws confetti at you* It's got B'Elanna and Kathryn bonding over romance novels. I officially love you more than twenty minutes ago!

And you know, as soon as I read the outside bits of your post the line "All of their bad ideas start out this way." ran through my brain. <3 <3

YOU TOTALLY MADE MY DAY!

(And ahahahah, Chakotay totally propositioned her. Oh, MAN, I love them. Sadly, I could totally see Tuvok suggesting sex as a stress reliever.)

I totally started writing this before you wrote your little comment!spam conversation yesterday, and almost stopped because you'd basically written it already, but I had to keep going, because, OMG, Janeway being ambused by Chakotay and Tuvok and the Doc, and then actually TAKING a vacation before they have to lock her up for being bonkers!

And Chakotay totally propositioned her. Or she propositioned him, more likely, because it's Chakotay.

You know, I've been thinking lately how rarely Tuvok is put in the role of "matchmaker" in all the gazillion Voyager fics, when really, I think he's the ONLY one who could enable Janeway to actually get into a relationship with Chakotay or anyone else. I'm also just obsessed with Tuvok Being Awesome lately, so he can do aaaanything. *needs Tuvok icon*

That could be in pants!v'ger too. Also, KES RETURNS and is not crazy and bizzonkers. YES.

p.s. "All of their bad ideas start out this way." AHAHAHAHA.

I know of at least four fics out there in which Chakotay cuts Janeway's hair. (Actually, I think one of the first fics I ever read -- someone sent this to me when I was THIRTEEN, and she knew I was thirteen, and, well, don't learn about sex from pr0n, kiddies! -- ANYWAY, he cuts her hair and then they have wild sex in a holographic hot tub.)

However, in none of those fics is it a complete disaster. And they never build their own bowling alley. Though someone told me the original Enterprise had one?

What would be the Voyager version of the Table Of Iniquity? (OK, disturbing thought? The only two who would actually carve their conquests into a table to compare would be Tom and Harry. And it would be Tom's idea.)

Oh, yayfulness! Happy Voyager! An actual conversation between B'Elanna and Janeway! *hugs this fic*

Pants!veeeeeerse, yes!

Oh, but is pants!verse a device that will lose its fun if we use it in more than one show?? I don't think so. I think that "Not Dating" might be my bulletproof kink, really.

I really like the B'Elanna-Janeway dynamic in this series, especially early on when B'Elanna's still settling into being a Respected Starfleet Officer. I LOVE "Prime Factors," where B'Elanna all LETS MOMMY DOWN and is totally devastated by it. And then they give me that episode where B'Elanna all hallucinates through a near-death experience and actually thinks Janeway is her mom, and I love that SO HARD. Anyway.

Dude. You made me squee about Voyager.

Dude. AWESOME!

Especially awesome because I almost didn't post it, because I was all "nanda and other people who wrote Real Serious Voyager Fic That's Actually Rad And Serious will disown me for being ridiculous."

... okay, that looks kind of dumb now that I've typed it out. Nevah mind!

Nice icon! Animal wins.

Haha! You didn't really think that, did you?

I am a changed woman! Or I haven't touched a Voyager fic in six years or so and thought it might be nice to read one in which Janeway wasn't a nutjob. One of those.

Animal roks. I used to go around repeating "Me want woman!" "What did you do with the one we gave you last week?" as a kid. Which ... was probably a little disturbing coming from a seven-year-old ...

I totally really thought that, but it was late at night. (What can I say? Your fear-inspiring coolness is long-lasting. Also, I read your awesomely angsty Voyager fic long after you wrote it. So.)

I used to pretend to be Ralph the dog when practicing the piano! I love Animal mostly for the ginormous furry eyebrow(s).

SHE GOES ON VACATION. TO ENGINEERING.

BOLIAN ROMANCE NOVELS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello, 1996, HOW ARE YOU DOING THERE?

Man, I almost miss the days when I wrote terrible Voyager epics. Oh wait-- no I don't.

I SO DO, OMG.

I am FOREVER GLAD that I did not know about the internet and didn't post them, though, because the scalding flames would have SURELY stunted my growth.

Every few years -- whenever I switch computers, really -- I'll find those fics and read a bit of them, and man, I can totally no longer write EPICS like that! How did I ever? I don't know, but it's kind of crazy to read stuff now that it's soooo long ago I'm no longer embarrassed.

Your icon is just... there are no words.

I can totally no longer write EPICS like that! How did I ever?
SERIOUSLY. I wrote a thing a few years ago that was 13 pages long, which I was pretty sure was the longest thing I had ever written.... until a series of Google searches uncovered some of my Voy stuff (OH GOD IT'S STILL OUT THERE) and it was 40 pages long! YIKESORAMA

Everyone loves a pancake on an Asgard!

OH MY, I am glad that my stuff is safely hidden away on floppy discs somewhere. YOIKS.

And mine were just sickeningly long and took years to write. Every time I write a comment like this another one comes flooding back ("OH MY GOD, the time B'Elanna was on some planet and there was telepathically-induced romance and they listened to ALANIS MORISETTE in a shuttlecraft, GOD HELP ME.") Like, I'm so horrified by the memory and how that story was AT LEAST seventy pages long that it's kind of hard to type. EEEEEEEEK.

Janeway and Chakotay performing a song from Phantom of the Opera on talent night...

...um, what were you say?

OMFG.

Er... Chakotay and B'Elanna danced to PRE-TITANTIC CELINE DION in the holodeck!

No, you still win. Especially if yours was actually posted to the intarweb and other humans read it!

Oh God. I'm petrified now that it'll be that much easier to Google.

Maybe when I get back from vacay, I should host an anon "confess your worst fic transgression" meme. THERE HAVE GOT TO BE WORSE THINGS OUT THERE THAN ME.

Did I mention that while B'Elanna and Chakotay were dancing to pre-Titanic Celine Dion they were being watched by holographic versions of me and my sister? No?

OH GOD, WHY DO WE SAY THESE THINGS OUT LOUD!?

I could've sworn that meme already exists. Or maybe I was just thinking of making one and never actually did it. Definitely needs to exist!

Hee, matchmaking targ. This is awesome! :D

The targ runs from the house of a SHUNNED FAMILY to a NOBLE FAMILY and it brigns the lovahs TOGETHER, and then they regain everybody's honor and kill a lot of people! YES.

This. Is. So. Perfect.

I am in love. Truly.

Now I wanna watch Voyager again...the early stuff, before Janeway Totally Lost It.

*snif*

I miss my stupid cute fandom. I'm glad I currently have a Stupid Cute Fandom...but I wish this one had done itself justice.

Awww, YAY!!!

I'm really glad I wasn't in actual fandom for this. My sister and her dad haaaaaate Janeway with a blinding passion that's sorta scary (though, hee, sister is really liking her now as we're watching reruns!) and so there was enough fanwank right in my very own house. ;)

I'm totally in love with rewatching Voyager. It gives a total happy high that's just unique on TV. Happy warm family gleee!!

See, I was only peripherally in the fandom, but, along with the friends who were watching it, *I* thought Janeway became a psycho-lunatic in an increasingly rapid spiral and DESPERATELY wanted them to relieve her of command for everyone's safety. I still loved her, but, DAY-AM was she ever DAMAGED...and I was PISSED at the press stuff where Braga (aka Satan) was saying that "THIS is what makes her a Good Female Captain" when I was going, "No, 'THIS' is what makes her dangerous to herself and others. FIX IT."

I still have REAMS of fic and DISKS and DISKS of fic that I read and adored...and would probably happily revisit (given time and motivation--like if you were HERE and I were sharing).

Hee, awww. I've been trolling the trekiverse archives the past few weeks -- FUN FUN! Honestly, I'm having much more fun reading through the archive summary pages than the fics, because that's just a great way to see the history of fandom at a glance. Love eet.

I have such a childish love of Star Trek and the whole universe involved in it. I, liek, really can't curse Braga especially because OMG HE WROTE "FRAME OF MIND" which is the most messeduply awesome Next Gen ever, and and and... it's *squeak* STAR TREK! I'm afraid I'll be struck by lightning if I say mean things! MY SISTER TOLD ME IT COULD HAPPEN!

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