"Figure the Odds"

TNG: Picard & Crusher; drabble




"Imagine the odds of traveling through an unidentified nebula and being reduced to the physical age of a teenager just before the ship is taken over by Ferengi marauders, and then being locked in a storage closet together." Beverly glared at him. "This seems familiar somehow."

Picard nearly shouted, "You weren't affected last time and I was younger."

"Oh!" She threw up her hands. "That makes all the difference." She stopped her pacing to stare at his crotch. "Do you have an erection?"

Blushing, he covered his groin. "I've the body of a sixteen year old, what do you expect?"



Copyright March 2007 by Cait N.

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