Title: Practical Meditation
Author: Dr. Jekyl
Email:  doc_jekyl@hotmail.com
Size: 5K
Rating: PG
Codes: H; K, P, J
Summary: Tom and Harry are up to their usual tricks.

Disclaimer:  Yeah Paramount.  I really mean that.  Honestly, I do!  I
swear.....

Another bout of insomnia has lead to the following, surprisingly enough for
me, not an EMH, story.
As always, comments, constructive criticisms and people pointing out those
annoying gramatical fluffs welcome.

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Practical Meditation
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"....Tell me again: just exactly *why* are we doing this?"

"For fun, Harry, for a laugh. Besides, you need to relax more, live a
little."

"Live a little.  Right.  And playing yet another practical joke on Tuvok is
going to help me do this."

"Sure it is.  Just wait 'till you see the look on his face.  It'll be worth
it, I promise you."

"That's what you said *last* time."

"And it was, wasn't it?"

"Let me see .... a lecture by Tuvok on 'humans and humor and why you don't
play practical jokes on Vulcans', a lecture by Chakotay on 'setting an
example for the rest of the crew' and the night shift for a week.... I'd
have to say no."

"No?  Really?  Huh, well, I thought it was."

"I can't believe I'm doing this.  Again.  You'd think I'd have learnt by
now."

"But you haven't.  That's one of the things I like about you."

"Gee.  Thanks."

"Oh, come on Harry.  Admit it.  You love it as much as I do."

"Sure, sure.  Whatever you say."

"That sounds more like it.  Well, that's it on my end.  You finished?"

"Five minutes ago."

"Well, then let's get out of here.  If he sticks to his routine, he'll be
here any minute."

"A Vulcan?  Stick to routine?  That goes without saying....."


***Five Minutes Later***

Kathryn Janeway rubbed her neck and sighed as she waited for the program to
load.  Busy tonight, Tuvok insisted that she go ahead with their usual
evening meditation on her own, offering her use of one if his, for want of a
better term, 'favorite' programs.

The computer beeped, signaling the program was ready.  Kathryn opened the
door, crossed the threshold and stood surveying the landscape for a few
seconds.  A beautiful setting - a waterfall surmounting a deep pool of
crystal-clear water.  The air was cool, but not chillingly so, and
pleasantly humid, the small clearing surrounded by dense tropical greenery.
Tuvok had paid his usual attention to detail - holodeck or not, it was hard
to believe that it wasn't real.  She had expected that.  What she hadn't
expected were the nude Orion slave girls diving from the cliff beside the
waterfall.

FINIS