“Almost there…”

“Just a few more words…”

“One last spell-check…”

“And... I’M DONE!”

The entire class was sweating and panting, but everyone had managed to complete their fiction.

“Please form a line and hand over your PADDs” the Vulcan ordered, as he took one out for himself.

“What do you need that for?” Darkninga asked

“I will download your fictions to my personal PADD, and allow you to keep the original so you can improve it later”

“That makes sense, I guess”

A few minutes later, they had all turned in their assignments. According to their timetable, this had been their last course for the day so they had the rest of the afternoon off.

“So, what did you guys write?” KayB asked.

“A J/C fic” Honney sighed. “I wanted to do something really original, but when Tuvok kept counting town the minutes we had left, I just blacked out”. The others nodded in agreement, except for Aseawen and SuperSanne.

“Hey,” Istarwyn said “why are you guys smirking?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” Aseawen said casually. “maybe because I…WROTE THE BEST T/P FIC IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE!”

The others sweatdropped when Aseawen cackled madly.

“And what about you?” Istarwyn asked SuperSanne, not sure if she even wanted to know.

“Weeeeeeell…” she drawled

“Well… what?” Doec and Darkninga asked eagerly. At this point, everyone was curious.

“Is it a J/C”

“Nope!”

“P/T?”

“Not even close”

“J/7?”

“Wrong again!”

“Well, tell us already!” Slayer exclaimed

SuperSanne grinned deviously, and whipped out her PADD

“Its… Q/T!”

If they had not been on a starship, you could’ve heard crickets chirping in the background.

“I hope you don’t mean Q/T as in… Q/Torres?” Aseawen asked in a threatening voice.

“No! no! no!” SuperSanne said quickly, “I mean Q/Tuvok!”

“Good, because everyone knows B’Elanna would never hook up with…” Aseawen paused when she realised what SuperSanne had just blurted out, “YOU WROTE WHAT?”

“I don’t believe it”, KayB said and snatched the PADD out of her hands and read the summary:

‘Till logic do us part: when Tuvok gets abducted by Species8472, he is mysteriously rescued by the most sexy drop-dead gorgeous omnipotent in the universe. Will they make it back to Voyager in time? And will the shy Vulcan Commander finally find the courage to confess his undying love for Q, after pushing him away for so many years?

She slowly glanced at SuperSanne, who was beaming with pride.

“Why’d you stop reading?”

“Dude!” KayB exclaimed, “If Tuvok reads this, you’re dead!”

SuperSanne suddenly turned awfully pale

“What…do you mean ‘if Tuvok reads this’?”

“Weren’t you paying attention during class? He’s going to read our stories and review them!”

“Uhm…”

“Who else did you think was going to read them then?”

“Well, I thought maybe…”

SuperSanne never got the chance to finish her sentence, because…

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!”

Everyone screamed when a sudden explosion rocked the ship. Consoles were burning, sparks were flying, and all over Voyager, redshirts were dropping like flies.

“We’re under attack!” Doec panicked

“No shit, Sherlock!” Slayer yelled above the explosions.

“Hey, watch your mouth! We don’t know the rating of this episode!” Yannik chided

“If Captain Janeway can use foul language, then so can we…d-d-dammit!”

Yannik opened her mouth to retort, but their argument was cut short by Captain Janeway, who was yelling something over the COMM.

“Red alert! We are under attack! All personnel report to your stations immediately! Students are ordered to return to their rooms and wait for further instru…”

A loud crackling noise interrupted the message and suddenly, the COMM system was down. Not caring about Slayers language or SuperSanne fic, everyone quickly scrambled to their feet and made a mad dash for the turbolift, but just as they were about to enter…

CRASH!

“HEY!” Darkninga yelled at the guy who had blocked their path

“You can’t go in there!” he said, “this is Star Trek, remember? If you take the turbolift during an attack, it will either crash within 10 seconds, or there’s an alien hiding in it!”

“And you are?”

“Sikar, I arrived here yesterday but Doc kept me in quarantine.”

He took a better look at the group before him, and blinked.

“Uhm… are you all girls?”

“What do you mean by that?” she glared at him

“Well,” he began sweating, “it just uhm… I always thought that Star Trek…is…you know…”

“Star Trek is what?” everyone asked

“A…guy thing?”

For a whole ten seconds, everyone just stared at him, mouths hanging open. After that, all hell broke loose and poor Sikar had to run for his life.

“WHY YOU…!”

“THAT JERK!”

“GET HIM!”

Even though he could see his life flashing before his eyes, Sikar still managed to dodge the enrage authoresses and crawl into a Jefferies tube.

15 minutes later…

“Man, it sure is dark in here!”

“ACK! Honney, get of me!”

“I’m trying! I’m trying! If KayB wasn’t such a slowpoke and hurried up…”

“But I’m right behind you! Feathergriffin is the one hogging the ladder!”

Determined to get Sikar and show him some 'girl power', they followed him into the Jefferies tube. Unfortunately, it proved to be a little smaller than they had expected and since another blast had caused main power to go offline, only the red emergency lighting was left to illuminate the ship.

“Look, this isn’t going to work!” Yannik stated, “Let’s just go back to our quarters and talk to him later”

Darkninga grumbled, but agreed and followed the others back to the exit.

Sikar in the meantime, had far bigger problems to worry about. As he faintly heard a few female voices in the distance, he grinned and cleverly headed for the exit in the opposite direction. Thinking he was home free, he opened the hatch and stepped out into the corridor, only to be greeted by a seven feet tall alien, who was pointing something that looked like a futuristic bazooka at him.