The BLTS Archive - Acronyms: AWGTHTGTTA
by ~allie (lazydevil69@ntlworld.com)

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DISCLAIMER: If you saw it on tv then it's  not  mine.  No 
infringement and no profit except the smiles you get when you
LOL

Notes: thanks Erin, couldn't remember which belonged with
each other and was too lazy to research it. ;-)

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"Oh by Kahless' sweaty jockstrap, would you get of out of my
face and out of engineering before I rip you a new one in
more places than you knew were in a human's body!"
B'Elanna's growl was audible to everyone within a twelve
foot radius. She positively radiated tension and palpable
anger as her temper escalated to warp 25 and increased with
every angry breath she took.

Whether it was bravery or sheer stupidity that made her
nemesis stand his ground she wasn't sure but he retorted,
"Or what? You know that if you lay one finger on me Captain
Janeway will confine you to quarters or the brig this time.
You know that she has a soft spot for me because of my daddy.
You've been reprimanded more than I have recently, especially
since you got together with that...."

The sudden choking motion of B'Elanna's hands around his
throat quickly cut off the remainder of that sentence. "Do
NOT finish that sentence, not if you value your snot-nosed,
pathetic little life. You are a horrible little man who by
Kahless' sweaty socks doesn't even deserve to breathe the
same air SHE does. You need to walk out of here while you
can because I am warning you that if you don't then I am
gonna make you regret commenting on my WIFE!"

Tom really didn't know when strategic retreat was the best
course of action. If he had, he would have known that right
there was the point that he should have run for the hills
and not looked back. As soon as her grip loosened on his
throat he snorted, "Hah, wife! Yeah like that's gonna last!"

"Tom, for your information you snivelling little Targ shit,
we have been together far longer than anyone on this damned
ship realises. WE keep our private lives private unlike you.
Now, out of respect for my wife who has asked me to rein in
my temper a little where you are concerned, I am ASKING you
nicely to walk away and warning you that ,if you don't, I am
gonna beat seven levels of Gre'thor outa you."

Being the fool his mama raised, Tom laughed in her face. "Did
you bring the army with you? You may be fierce looking
B'Elanna, but you are not that tough."

B'Elanna spun back to him, grabbed his lapel and body
slammed him into the wall with one hand while the other
connected with his solar plexus, knocking the wind out of
him.

She pivoted on her right foot and twirled a perfect 180 and
landed her right knee in his groin causing him to turn green
and almost lose his lunch. She was about to launch a
stunning blow to his temple which would, at the very least,
have rendered him unconscious until she saw the tall form of
her wife enter engineering.

"B'Elanna, is there a problem with Lt. Paris? Do you require
assistance?" Seven's velvety smooth voice travelled the four
metres smoothly like Jack Daniels over ice.

"No, bangwi, I was just showing Tom some new moves I learned
on the holodeck yesterday. Now Tom? Are We Going To Have To
Go Through This Again?"

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The End