"MEMO RE: JEFFRIES TUBE #16"

Note: This story was my first attempt at J/C fanfiction. As you can see, I'm a secret Tuvok fan, too!

Lieutenant Commander Tuvok entered his quarters. His duty shift had actually ended three quarters of an hour previously, but, as was his custom, he did not retire to his quarters until he completed an inspection of the ship. The Vulcan second-in-comand knew that regular inspections and surveys were more likely to reveal trouble than sporadic spot-checks. It also served as an excellent way to ensure some exercise if he could not book time in the holodecks to run one of his calisthenics programs. But tonight's inspection had been unexpectedly unsettling. As he strode through the open doors into the dimly lit quarters, Tuvok pondered how he should best deal with the situation he now faced.

Discarding his uniform in favour of a flowing Vulcan robe, Tuvok knelt on the floor of his quarters. Assuming a meditative pose, he worked to flush traces of emotional reaction out of his system. After timeless minutes in the exercise, he felt fully in control of his responses and reactions. Only then did he smoothly rise from the floor to step to the small, neatly ordered desk where he often worked during his off-duty hours.

Contemplatively, he activated the computer terminal on the desk with a tap of his fingers. He called up his private communications access and began to compose his message:

Memo Re: Jeffries Tube #16

Captain, I regret to inform you that some members of our crew have been behaving inappropriately in certain public areas of the ship. Tonight, while walking through the ship, I overheard two crewmembers in Jeffries Tube #16. The access hatch had not been securely fastened, and I could hear their exchange quite clearly.

The man and woman were obviously engaged in an intimate moment. Their activities were clearly audible to anyone passing by in the corridor. I attempted to preserve decorum by fastening shut the access hatch myself, but that the rising volume of the exchange nullified my effort. Fortunately, I was alone in the corridor. I retreated to a discreet distance and remained there, warding off passerbys, until I judged that the danger had subsided.

Normally, such behaviour would warrant disciplinary action against the participants but in this case I am unable to proceed with clear conscience. Therefore, I am sending this memo to yourself and Commander Chakotay off the record, along with a request to conduct yourselves more cautiously in the future.

Tuvok tilted his head slightly as he considered the wording of his memo. It would suffice, especially as he intended the memo to evade the archiving programs all communications usually went through on a starship. He only hoped that the captain and her first officer would heed his requests. He knew that Lieutenant Paris suspected something was amiss when he spotted the green flush colouring Tuvok's cheeks and ears as the senior officer had stood there in the hallway, just out of human hearing range but uncomfortably close for a Vulcan.
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