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By ralst

The slap echoed around the room.

Cups jangled into saucers. Jaws dislocated on their way to the floor. Testicles fell into adulthood. And two women tried their best to hold back grins.


The Delaney twins winced.


Kathryn pulled at her collar.



Chakotay wondered why everybody had turned to stare at him.

"I hate you!"

Tom coughed.

"I hate you!"

Harry burped.

Thirty-four pairs of eyes suddenly bulged as the two women threw themselves across the table and into each other's arms.

"I love you!"

"I love you!"

Tuvok raised an eyebrow.

Neelix beamed with joy.

Tom handed his week's rations over to Harry.

"My place?"

Seventeen heads nodded.

"Your place."

The remaining seventeen heads bobbed up and down.

Two women left the messhall, their arms about one another, and heads deep in conversation.

"So that's a traditional Borg wedding service?"

"According to my research, yes."


Thirty-four mouths opened in shock before emitting a sigh as B'Elanna picked up her bride and carried Seven out of the room.

The End

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