The BLTS Archive - Flights of Fancy
a Busted! story
by Quadrantje (quadrantje@hotmail.com)

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Published: 04-07-07

Updated: 04-07-07

Disclaimer: the usual: not mine, no money, no copyright infringement
A/N: yet another story out of my hidden stash. I wrote it about a year
and a half ago and yet I still like it, I hope you do too. Please
review! Dedicated to JacobedRose for being the first to review my
drabble and Ayjah for her continued enthusiasm in these little busted
stories of mine.

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B'Elanna was waiting anxious in the shuttle bay, one of her teams
standing in a small bunch a few feet behind her, trying very hard to
stay quiet and pretend to be interested in something – anything –
aside from their Chief Engineer who was impatiently tapping her foot,
arms crossed across her chest and wearing a frown. She just wanted to
get this over and done with and finally be able to spend that relaxing
evening with her fiancι they had been planning for days now.

Finally, an energy field shimmered into place and the bay doors
opened. In came the Delta Flyer, zooming slowly towards the ground and
landing with a slight bump. The doors closed, the field disappeared
and B'Elanna practically stormed towards the shuttle, the group of
engineers following her like a flock of geese.

Seven – first one to follow the half-Klingon, looking more like
something made out of aluminium than the shuttle did with her metallic
cat-suit on and the Borg appliances still visible on her hand and face
– was very impressed with her efficient approach. Vorik – third one
from the back of the line, brow elevated .001 millimetres from its
usual place – was 'disturbed' by her failure to follow proper docking
procedures but wise enough not to mention it. The rest of the group –
nameless ensigns one, two, three, four, five and thirty-two – were
just fearing for their lives if they didn't keep up.

Without further ado – and within ten seconds of when the field went
down – B'Elanna opened the door of the shuttle and speed-walked in.
She didn't wait for Tuvok's signal, the command team to come out or
even the door to fully open. Nobody was inside. B'Elanna's frown
deepened and, ignoring the flashing auto-pilot light, she walked
straight through the cockpit and to the aft section of the Flyer.

The first thing she noticed as the door opened was a continuous beep.
The second was the Command Team. They, obviously exhausted from the
trade mission they'd been on, were fast asleep. Through the beeps, in
their uniform trousers and t-shirts and on one bunk.

B'Elanna stopped dead. She blinked continuously for about half a
minute – right in sync with the beeps – before pulling herself out of
the surprise. She then softly ordered the computer to stop the beeps
and swiftly backed out of the room. The others were quite confused
when B'Elanna – just as they had all made it inside the Flyer –
quickly ordered them out again and marched them back to Engineering.
She even forgot her plans for dinner. Senior Staff members were
strange creatures sometimes. . .

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The End