VOY: Paris/Torres; Rated G
"I'm part Klingon, what did you expect?"
"I expected you to have thome conthideration for my health and well-being," Tom countered. "You know - love, honor, and _cherish_."
"A lover's spat?" the doctor asked, as the couple walked into sickbay, still arguing.
"It's not a spat," B'Elanna answered.
"Uh-hmmm," the doctor said. "What seems to be the matter, Lieutenant?"
"It's not me," B'Elanna replied, crossing her arms.
Tom's face turned a light pink. "Juth don't athk how it happened," he said tersely, opening his mouth wide. His two front teeth were missing.
"I see," the doctor said, fighting back a grin.