Ooh! I would love that. I still wish Rain Robinson had joined VOYAGER as a regular.
“Annika,” said Rain, “you and your dad look suspiciously remind me of a guy I met a long time ago, went by the name of Tom Paris.”
“You've met Tom Paris?” Seven replied wistfully. “It's a name I haven't heard in a while”
“That young man is a menace,” Picard said bitterly.
“No shit, he erased my computer, lost all my work on it. Had to start a new career over.”
“No, he is a good man,” Seven objected.
“A good man? He had to change his name from Nic Locarno after what he did to that poor boy. We, neither I nor Annika, have nothing to do with that man Tom Paris.”
“I was at his wedding,” Seven corrected. “At least twice.”
“He left me on the road in the middle of the desert, too.”
“He saved you from the truck that tried to run you both over and left you with your vehicle, didn't he?” Seven asked.
“Wait. Fuck. How do you know that? So you actually, really, know Tom Paris?”
“Yes,” both answered
“Are you fucking kidding me? You know the spaceship Tom Paris? Secret agent Tom Paris? For real real?”
“Yes,” Seven said. “I was there, right behind you, hoping to sneak on the truck when you were not watching and arrest Braxton on his ship, before Chakotay blew it up.”
“And here I thought you were a pair of con people, trying to steal my money with their hard to believe arrest story. Because you're clearly not father and daughter. And, seriously, who in LA has never driven a car? I mean, I know some asshats who can't drive, but they do it anyway.”
“Hey, that is close to what I did.”
“And why would you three secret agents who can't drive be in trouble with the law?”
“We are not...”
“Undercov...”
“...exactly from around this circle of the law...”
“We're not even from Tom Paris's.”
“You could say our mission is strictly off the books.”
“Oh, great. Rogue secret agent con men with a spaceship, probably stolen. Great. We're so fucked.”