Disclaimer: Star Trek: Voyager is not mine, and I get nothing for this story other than the fun of writing it.
"Tom, where are we going?"
"You'll see, you'll see." Tom grinned as his friend sighed again, mumbling something under breath. "You really shouldn't sigh so much, Harry dear, you'll shrink!"
Tightening his grip on his friend's arm, Tom hurried down the rough path. Glancing around, the blonde abruptly veered left, dragging a protesting Harry behind him.
"Will you at least take this blindfold off?"
"No, then you'll know where we're going!"
"I know! That's the point-" Harry yelped as his foot caught on a tree root, itching him headfirst into something hard.
The younger man moaned and rubbed the spot he knew a lump would be forming. Wincing, the Ops. Officer attempted to glare at his friend. "What did I do?"
"You tripped," chirped Tom, grinning broadly.
"I meant, what did I do to you?"
"Every time I'm alone with you, I get in trouble, or hurt, or something equally uncomfortable happens!"
"Seems that way, doesn't it?" Harry shivered as he felt his friend's breath tickle his ear.
As quickly as it was there, it was gone. Laughing, Tom dragged his friend to his feet. "Come on Har, we'll never get back in time at this rate."
"We never got anywhere; how're we gonna 'go back' from somewhere we never got to?"
"You still think there was somewhere to go."
"B'Elanna was right, you are too cute."
Still laughing, Tom pulled the cloth from Harry's eyes and took off, his friend not far behind.
A/N: Just something that popped into my head one day. I like it.