Later, after all the hub-bub of Tom Paris' reopening of Sandrine's and a full ship rendition of "Piano Man", most of the crew drifted out and back to their quarters or their duty shifts. Except the main crew. All sat around the piano, while Paris played various requests.

"I feel like a damn DJ."

"A what?" Harry asked.

"Back on earth they had an old system of communciation called "radio". They would talk, and play music. The Disc Jockey's, DJ's would play these songs, make comments, tell bad jokes, stuff like that."

"So why does it make you feel like a DJ?" Tuvok asked.

"So many requests, so many dedications."

Without being aware, Tom noticed that someone had put a PADD on the music holder of the piano. He recognized the song and noticed a small incription code that he recognized as Chakotay's.

"Well, it looks like I'm not the only one who can doctor a song. This is from a twentieth century composer. I've always liked this one myself." And Tom gave the commander a wink.

"This one is called Tiny Dancer."

Long haired baby
Starfleet lady, captain of this man
Pretty eyed, pirate smile
You'll marry a mystic man
Ballerina, you must have seen her
Dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me
Tiny Dancer, in my hand.

Kazon freaks
Out on the beat
Handing threats out for the Mahj
Turning back, well she just laughs
The Delta quad is not that bad.

Mystic man
He makes his stand
In front of all he knows
Looking on
She sings his song
The words she knows
The tune she hums

Oh how it really feels
Lying here, with no one near
Only you, and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly.

Hold me closer Tiny Dancer
Count the starlight on the flyway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today.

Hold me closer Tiny Dancer
Count the starlight on the flyway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today

(small interlude, Kathryn looks at Chakotay and smiles)

Long haired baby
Starfleet lady, Captain of this man
Pretty eyed, oh pirate smile
You'll marry a mystic man
Ballerina
You must have seen her
Dancing in the sand
And now she's in me always with me
Tiny Dancer in my hand

But oh it really feels
Lying here, with no one here
Only you , and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly.

Hold me closer Tiny Dancer
Count the starlight on the flyway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today.

The group sits quietly for a moment, then they begin to smile and clap. Tom rabbit punches Chakotay in the arm. The commander can't meet the look of his captain. Tom sits back for a minute or so, allowing everyone to get up a second. While turned and talking to Neelix, another PADD appears on the music holder.

"I see we have another request." Tom comments as the crew comes back around the piano. Tom washes back his Saurian Brandy (private stock). "Well, this looks like another song by the same author, though, not by the same doctoring author." He looks at closely and realizes that this was down-loaded on the ready-room computer. And only one crewman regularly made use of that computer.

"Who am I to keep messages secret?" He says. The pirate smile is evident on one face.

Your not a ship, to carry my life You have stayed by my side, at many lonely times I've strayed from regulations and found myself here For I need your love, your love protects my fears.

And I wonder sometimes and I know I'm so blind But I need you turn to when I act that blind And I need you to turn to when I lose control You're my guardian angel, who keeps out the cold

Did you paint that smile on? Well I said I knew If my reason for living was for loving you We're related in feeling, but your high above You're pure, shy and gentle with the grace of a dove.

And I wonder sometimes and I know I'm so blind But I need you turn to when I act that blind And I need you to turn to when I lose control You're my guardian angel, who keeps out the cold

Tom finishes the song and everyone begins leaving. The captain and first officer leave with their elbows linked. Tom and B'Elanna are the last ones out.

"Pretty fun, Tom."

"Yeah, it was great." He says sighing.

"What's wrong?" B'Elanna asked.

"Well, if those two would just say how they feel, then they wouldn't have to doctor songs and I could get some peace."

"Would you settle for me instead?"

"Well, you don't pass for a Tiny Dancer, but I think I could fall for an Uptown Girl."

"Smart ass." And they leave the holodeck, hand in hand.

Disclaimer: Once again, I'm borrowing. Tiny Dancer and I Need You To Turn To belongs to Elton John and Bernie Taupin (the only other songwriting team that can compare to Lennon/McCartney) Honest Elt, I'm borrowing, because you and Bernie are real genius and I could never hope to write music like that.

Paramount/Viacom believe they know what these characters want and that they're god. Maybe they are, but I like to indulge myself with these characters, doing things to them that Paramount or the writers would ever do. Don't these characters even celebrate holidays in the 24th century. What I wouldn't do for a christmas episode. . .but thats another story. Oh well. Deal with my dementia. I'm borrowing and I promise to have them home by curfew. (Unless they have other ideas) ; ) And if you don't know Tiny Dancer and I Need You To Turn To, I suggest you find a copy. . .truth be known, I couldn't doctor these too much, but just enough. Besides, this is what I get for listening to "Live From Australia".