A/N: My first funny. Go easy on me, okay?
A/N2: This one is thanks to alastria7's help mumbles something about nightmares, because JANEWAY DOES NOT LIKE MEN in my sick mind, anyway

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Pacing around the room, I wait apprehensively for her reaction. Pacing back and forth, I wonder what could be taking her so long. Tentively, I knock on the washroom door, wondering if I have a death wish.

"'Lanna?" All I get from her is a low, threatening growl, and I'm reminded of all the reasons this was a bad idea. With her, one innocent gesture can turn lust to anger, and I really didn't want to spend another evening arguing with her. "Baby, come on out and let me see."

"This had better be a joke, or I am going to fucking kill you." She yells through the door, anger so very apparent.

"It's not that bad. Come on. You said I could pick anything I wanted." I weakly try to defend myself, praying she won't back out.

"It is so. Why the hell couldn't you have worn it?" She's weakening, I can tell. Otherwise she's just have refused to go.

"Because it's my birthday, and I said so."

Cursing in Klingon quietly, she walks out, dragging her feet, nearly tripping over the hem of the pink, frilly dress. Glaring at me, she gestures at the dress.

"What is this?"

"You my dear, are the beautiful Sleeping Beauty, and I am the dashing Prince Charming who comes to wake you from your hundred-year slumber."


A/N3: This chapter is based on this very pretty picture zenecekida made, called I will not wear pink This is meant to be on the bottom of the fic, because it would give away the ending if it were with the rest above