Written April 2001
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Chakotay sighed heavily. Whoever was in the holodeck was supposed to be out fifteen minutes ago! Extremely irritated, he manually overrode the security code and walked in.
He apparently startled the culprit, for he heard muffled gasps on the other side of the holographic door. Slowly, he opened it.
Two figures quickly jumped up from the bed. Chakotay’s eyes widened as he realized who they were–and what they had been doing.
Paris stood, a white sheet wrapped hastily around his waist. Janeway was clad in similar garb. She nervously did a little spin. “How do you like my toga?”