Kiss Me, I?m Irish!
Rated PG
"Did Kathryn just pinch my butt?" Chakotay asked himself as they stepped off the turbolift and onto the Bridge.
"Top of de mornin', Captain!" Tom greeted with a fake Irish borough.
"Top of de mornin? to ye too, Tom," she replied.
"What's with the Irish accents?" B'Elanna grumbled to Chakotay.
"I haven't a clue," he replied still wondering if Kathryn pinched his behind.
"'Ave ye a report today, Tom?" Janeway asked with a touch of an accent.
"We're a wee bit sluggish today, Captain."
"Tom!" B'Elanna growled. "Enough with the fake accent!"
"Ah me darlin'!" He exclaimed. "Tis Saint Patty's Day! I kissed a blarney stone and now I speak blarney."
"I'll blarney you, if you don't stop!"
"Blarney, blarney, blarney!" Tom continued.
B'?Elanna gave a soft growl from the back of the Bridge and Janeway tried her hardest to hold back a laugh. She was enjoying the fun some of the crew were having today.
"Captain, may I see you in your Ready Room?" Chakotay asked.
"Why whatever ye for, me darlin'?" She inquired mischievously.
"Please! Don?t tell me it's catching!" B'Elanna rolled her eyes.
"Ah, that it tis!" Janeway gleefully stated.
"Doctor to Captain Janeway."
"Janeway here."
"Captain, who be alterin? me program?" he asked with an irritated Irish tone. "Why do I suddenly 'ave this accent and these clothes? I'm a doctor, not a wee little leprechaun!"
Janeway grins as she tries hard to hold back a laugh.
"Captain, I really need to ask you something in private," Chakotay stated as he tried to draw her back to his request.
Noting his seriousness, she dropped the accent, "Alright."
"Ah, me darlin's! What about me!" The doctor continued over the communicator. "Someone 'as seriously messed with me programmin'!"
"I'll be there in a wee bit, Doctor," she replied as she headed to her Ready Room with Chakotay following her. "Janeway out."
Everyone was laughing as the command team walked into the Ready Room.
When the door closed, Chakotay nervously asked, "Did you pinch my behind as we exited the turbolift?"
"Ah sure me darlin'! Of course it was me," she grinned impishly as she began to use the false intonation again.
"I don't understand."
"Ye not wearin' ye green today."
"Kathryn, maybe you have forgotten, but I'm not Irish."
"Ah, sure ye are, me darlin'," she insisted. "Everyone tis Irish today."
"Oh, yes," Chakotay nodded. "In honour of Saint Patrick's Day."
"Aye! Would ye like to have a wee bit more fun?" She beamed.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Oh me Darlin'! 'Ave ye not read me communicator today?"
"Isn't that breaking protocol?"
"Ah sure it tis, but for a day, me thinks it's not a problem," she stated playfully. "So, 'Ave ye read it, me darlin'?"
"It says, 'Kiss me, I'm Irish'."
"So ye gonna kiss me or not, me darlin'?"
Chakotay did not say another word. He just pulled her close and kissed her.
© Mriana Saint Patrick's Day 2005
