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3 Days and a Pizza by LA Koehler (PG-13)
Fandom: STAR TREK VOYAGER
Pairing: Janeway/Chakotay UST, Paris/Torres UST
Length: medium
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: LA's Voyager Fiction
Why this must be read: Post Threshold, Janeway and Paris are stuck for a couple of days in sickbay recovering. Tom desperately needs a pizza and his attempts are quite amusing, while Janeway gets in touch with a side of the crew she's missed for a while. Great dialogue and characterization, amusing highjinks, frivolous activities and some deep conversations.
"Computer!" Tom wasted no time calling out to the wall unit. "Access medical rations, authorization Paris, MR-alpha. One Paris Pizza, with the works."
*bee-boop* "Request denied. Please make another selection."
All eyes turned to the Doctor.
"If I can't sanction the spicy mess hall food, what makes you think I would approve of *your* pizza, Mr. Paris? 'Medical rations' are just that—limited access to an approved diet so you avoid possibly harmful foods you would normally eat. Or Mr. Neelix's cooking, which you are forced to eat."
"Pizza! I wanted pizza when I was dying, and I want pizza now that I'm living; I want pizza!"
The EMH rolled his eyes toward the overhead, considering. "Order a large rice-based flatbread, spread with applesauce and bananas bits. You could cut it into slices, and—" he cut himself off at Tom's disgusted expression, and decided to appeal to the Captain. "This is really no joke. You have absolutely nothing in your digestive tracts, from beginning to end. I can guarantee you the pain and suffering caused by eating a Mr. Paris Special would rival Cardassian torture techniques!"
"Doctor, we appreciate the dire warning, and I'm sure we'll be fine with your careful selections, thank you." She blinked diplomatically in Tom's direction. With great effort, he nodded.
As the pacified EMH launched into a diatribe on "helpful bacteria" versus "harmful bacteria" and their never-ending battle in the mammalian gullet, he replicated two glasses of a sickeningly sweet-smelling, viscous liquid, which he presented with a flourish, "…to start you off."
Tom turned away, and as he raised the glass to his lips he murmured to himself, with great sincerity:
"This means war."
3 Days and a Pizza and its sequel Covert Manuevers by Briar Rose
Pairing: Janeway/Chakotay UST, Paris/Torres UST
Length: medium
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: LA's Voyager Fiction
Why this must be read: Post Threshold, Janeway and Paris are stuck for a couple of days in sickbay recovering. Tom desperately needs a pizza and his attempts are quite amusing, while Janeway gets in touch with a side of the crew she's missed for a while. Great dialogue and characterization, amusing highjinks, frivolous activities and some deep conversations.
"Computer!" Tom wasted no time calling out to the wall unit. "Access medical rations, authorization Paris, MR-alpha. One Paris Pizza, with the works."
*bee-boop* "Request denied. Please make another selection."
All eyes turned to the Doctor.
"If I can't sanction the spicy mess hall food, what makes you think I would approve of *your* pizza, Mr. Paris? 'Medical rations' are just that—limited access to an approved diet so you avoid possibly harmful foods you would normally eat. Or Mr. Neelix's cooking, which you are forced to eat."
"Pizza! I wanted pizza when I was dying, and I want pizza now that I'm living; I want pizza!"
The EMH rolled his eyes toward the overhead, considering. "Order a large rice-based flatbread, spread with applesauce and bananas bits. You could cut it into slices, and—" he cut himself off at Tom's disgusted expression, and decided to appeal to the Captain. "This is really no joke. You have absolutely nothing in your digestive tracts, from beginning to end. I can guarantee you the pain and suffering caused by eating a Mr. Paris Special would rival Cardassian torture techniques!"
"Doctor, we appreciate the dire warning, and I'm sure we'll be fine with your careful selections, thank you." She blinked diplomatically in Tom's direction. With great effort, he nodded.
As the pacified EMH launched into a diatribe on "helpful bacteria" versus "harmful bacteria" and their never-ending battle in the mammalian gullet, he replicated two glasses of a sickeningly sweet-smelling, viscous liquid, which he presented with a flourish, "…to start you off."
Tom turned away, and as he raised the glass to his lips he murmured to himself, with great sincerity:
"This means war."
3 Days and a Pizza and its sequel Covert Manuevers by Briar Rose