"Is it possible?" demanded Tom.
Harry Kim smirked knowingly at the pilot's greedy expression and replied, "Consider it done."
"When?" The rasp in Tom's voice betrayed how much this meant to him. His hands clutching Harry's sleeves tightened and loosed on the downbeat of his pulse. It was important to know the exact moment when he could claim Chakotay for his own. The only thing standing in his way was that bitch, Janeway...but not for long.
"Soon." It wasn't enough. Harry sighed. "Tomorrow at 2330."
Tom smiled. It was good having a best friend who was also a homicidal maniac.