Softglow  A Mother's Worry
B'Elanna tightened the bolt with the wrench just a little more, twisting it as carefully as she could while her arm rotated as far as possible around the awkward console she was working on. Face pressed up against the casing that held various computer circuitry, she groaned and whispered, "Come on, come on," hissing the bolt into compliance, "just a little more."
Something was nagging her, though. In the back of her mind. Worry. Fretful worry kept tugging at her, and it was causing her grip to loosen and slip, and her concentration to waver.
In an instant the wrench slipped from the bolt, and her grip slipped from the wrench. It clattered to the floor, and a small rage overtook her. "Damn it!" she snapped, and pulled her forehead from the casing just to smack it back against it. Fretting worry turned panicked, and B'Elanna took a few deep breaths to calm herself. She sighed, and reache