by Dakota

Tom was extremely exasperated. Here he was spending his only afternoon off duty trying to unscramble the meaning of one obsure reference from the mid-20th century. Harry and B'Elanna had tried to help but had been able to offer no useful suggestions. Weaponry of some sort was a possibiilty.

“May I be of assistance?” Tom jumped when Seven spoke. He looked up at her standing slightly behind his chair and realization dawned.

“I just figured out the answer. Thanks, Seven.” Tom sauntered cheerfully out of the mess hall. Just wait until Harry and B'Elanna found out what an over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder was!