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SV: Star Trek VOY: Sometime Rebound (Paris/Kim, mm, R)
Title: Sometime Rebound
Author: SV, 2000.
Spoilers: none
Summary: the morning after a night before
Reprinted by express permission of the author.
"Sometime Rebound"
B'Elanna was positively smoking by the time she entered Tom's quarters. The lights were out. It was the middle of her duty shift, his had not yet begun.
"All right, Tom." She stomped towards the bed. Paris groaned and started to wake up, making noises that sounded suspiciously like "what'dIdo" and "huh". He rubbed at his eyes and sat up, sheets pooling about his waist. Glanced around the bed before meeting Torres' eyes. Pillows were tossed on the floor.
B'Elanna Torres stood at the foot of Tom's bed and glared. One hand went to her hip. "Well?"
"Well, what? I was sleeping." Paris surrendered to a facesplitting yawn. "My shift doesn't start until --"
"Who is she?"
"What?"
"You were seen making an" she stressed her next word, starting to pace, "*inebriated* public display of affection last night in a darkened hallway with an as yet unidentified someone. I want to know who."
Tom became almost smug, for a man lying naked and defenseless in his bed, facing an angry Klingon. "Why, B'Elanna, I didn't know you cared. Any more." He folded his arms, totally failing to carry off a look of deep injury due to bed hair sticking straight up.
"I thought we meant something to each other, Tom."
"So did I. Apparently, things change."
"I thought we were going to try to work things out."
"So did I. But that was over a month ago, and neither one of us have been trying very hard. Have we. Seems to me like things just....faded away."
Torres turned on one heel and glared at the suspicious looking lump-possibly-person under the sheets of Tom's bed. "Forget it. I don't want to know."
She made for the door. "Have a nice life."
"Thanks."
Paris waited a count of ten until looking back down at his bed.
"Are you awake?"
"I was trying not to be."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm the one who's sorry. I thought you'd broken up."
"Well," Paris sounded almost amused. "So did I."
Sheets rustled and the head of Harry Kim emerged at the foot of the bed. "I was afraid she'd knee me in the eye."
Tom patted something that resolved itself into a thigh, then sighed, throwing his legs over the bed. Yawned again.
"Tom?" Paris' back was to Harry.
"Hm?"
"Last night...." Kim propped himself up on one elbow. "Are you on the rebound, Tom?"
"I don't know."
Harry fell onto his back and looked up at the ceilings. "Great."
Tom brought his leg up and turned to face Harry. "It's not what you think."
"Oh?" The question was addressed to the ceiling.
"Ask yourself who might I be on the rebound from? You, or B'Elanna? We were together first", he pointed out, following Harry's gaze to some distant speck outside the ship.
Kim kept his eye on the ceiling, to make sure it didn't disappear. Finally: "I see your point." He rolled over onto his stomach.
"Let's just take this one day at a time, okay, Harry?" Tom was standing, a slim pretty picture of white skin and a half-erection.
The computer binged that it was time to wake up.
"Was that what you said to B'Elanna, the first night you slept with her?"
The answer was honest. "No. It wasn't. I didn't just run out and start chasing her as an attempt to run away from you."
Paris had the other man's attention.
"Are you sure?" Those folded eyes were dark and intense. "We've never spoken about it. Just want back to being...'just friends'." Kim put quotes around the term.
"Maybe that's all we should have been, Harry. Just friends. Maybe that's better. I don't deserve you -- you or B'Elanna."
Kim vaulted off the bed, suddenly angry, his flesh dusky and gold in the dim light. "Two good people love you, and you don't think you're good enough? Still don't think you'll pass your father's muster? What does it take, a warp core breach under your nose? I love you." He gripped Tom's face in his hands.
"She loved you. Maybe she still does. I love you. And your father would be proud of you, Tom. You made something special here on Voyager. You matter."
"But --"
"Don't you know you're the only one putting yourself down, the only one holding yourself back? Let go, Tom. Just let go." Kim released the other man's face, as if demonstrating.
They stood for a long moment. Both breathing heavily.
Kim finally turned and began pulling on the civvies he'd worn last night. Pants on, he looked back at Tom. Threw the rest of the outfit on the bed. Paris looked sad.
"I'm not leaving you, Tom." Kim sat and pulled on boots. "I'm not angry with you."
"Oh?"
"I want you to be happy, and it hurts me that you're not." He said it very simply. "I want you to believe in yourself the way I believe in you. The way B'Elanna does. The way the Captain does. We're all in this together."
"I'm...." Paris was suddenly cold.
"Scared, yes, I know. Change does that. This is your change, Tom. Take a chance on believing in yourself."
The computer binged again.
"I'd better get dressed."
"Unless you want to meet me for breakfast in the nude." Kim grinned. "Which could be fun."
"That all depends on what Neelix is serving."
Harry laughed. Stood up, kissed Tom, then headed for the door. "I've got to get back to my quarters and get ready for shift. I'll meet you in a minute."
Paris took the chance: "I'll be waiting."
The look over Harry's shoulder was glowing. "Good."
Author: SV, 2000.
Spoilers: none
Summary: the morning after a night before
Reprinted by express permission of the author.
"Sometime Rebound"
B'Elanna was positively smoking by the time she entered Tom's quarters. The lights were out. It was the middle of her duty shift, his had not yet begun.
"All right, Tom." She stomped towards the bed. Paris groaned and started to wake up, making noises that sounded suspiciously like "what'dIdo" and "huh". He rubbed at his eyes and sat up, sheets pooling about his waist. Glanced around the bed before meeting Torres' eyes. Pillows were tossed on the floor.
B'Elanna Torres stood at the foot of Tom's bed and glared. One hand went to her hip. "Well?"
"Well, what? I was sleeping." Paris surrendered to a facesplitting yawn. "My shift doesn't start until --"
"Who is she?"
"What?"
"You were seen making an" she stressed her next word, starting to pace, "*inebriated* public display of affection last night in a darkened hallway with an as yet unidentified someone. I want to know who."
Tom became almost smug, for a man lying naked and defenseless in his bed, facing an angry Klingon. "Why, B'Elanna, I didn't know you cared. Any more." He folded his arms, totally failing to carry off a look of deep injury due to bed hair sticking straight up.
"I thought we meant something to each other, Tom."
"So did I. Apparently, things change."
"I thought we were going to try to work things out."
"So did I. But that was over a month ago, and neither one of us have been trying very hard. Have we. Seems to me like things just....faded away."
Torres turned on one heel and glared at the suspicious looking lump-possibly-person under the sheets of Tom's bed. "Forget it. I don't want to know."
She made for the door. "Have a nice life."
"Thanks."
Paris waited a count of ten until looking back down at his bed.
"Are you awake?"
"I was trying not to be."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm the one who's sorry. I thought you'd broken up."
"Well," Paris sounded almost amused. "So did I."
Sheets rustled and the head of Harry Kim emerged at the foot of the bed. "I was afraid she'd knee me in the eye."
Tom patted something that resolved itself into a thigh, then sighed, throwing his legs over the bed. Yawned again.
"Tom?" Paris' back was to Harry.
"Hm?"
"Last night...." Kim propped himself up on one elbow. "Are you on the rebound, Tom?"
"I don't know."
Harry fell onto his back and looked up at the ceilings. "Great."
Tom brought his leg up and turned to face Harry. "It's not what you think."
"Oh?" The question was addressed to the ceiling.
"Ask yourself who might I be on the rebound from? You, or B'Elanna? We were together first", he pointed out, following Harry's gaze to some distant speck outside the ship.
Kim kept his eye on the ceiling, to make sure it didn't disappear. Finally: "I see your point." He rolled over onto his stomach.
"Let's just take this one day at a time, okay, Harry?" Tom was standing, a slim pretty picture of white skin and a half-erection.
The computer binged that it was time to wake up.
"Was that what you said to B'Elanna, the first night you slept with her?"
The answer was honest. "No. It wasn't. I didn't just run out and start chasing her as an attempt to run away from you."
Paris had the other man's attention.
"Are you sure?" Those folded eyes were dark and intense. "We've never spoken about it. Just want back to being...'just friends'." Kim put quotes around the term.
"Maybe that's all we should have been, Harry. Just friends. Maybe that's better. I don't deserve you -- you or B'Elanna."
Kim vaulted off the bed, suddenly angry, his flesh dusky and gold in the dim light. "Two good people love you, and you don't think you're good enough? Still don't think you'll pass your father's muster? What does it take, a warp core breach under your nose? I love you." He gripped Tom's face in his hands.
"She loved you. Maybe she still does. I love you. And your father would be proud of you, Tom. You made something special here on Voyager. You matter."
"But --"
"Don't you know you're the only one putting yourself down, the only one holding yourself back? Let go, Tom. Just let go." Kim released the other man's face, as if demonstrating.
They stood for a long moment. Both breathing heavily.
Kim finally turned and began pulling on the civvies he'd worn last night. Pants on, he looked back at Tom. Threw the rest of the outfit on the bed. Paris looked sad.
"I'm not leaving you, Tom." Kim sat and pulled on boots. "I'm not angry with you."
"Oh?"
"I want you to be happy, and it hurts me that you're not." He said it very simply. "I want you to believe in yourself the way I believe in you. The way B'Elanna does. The way the Captain does. We're all in this together."
"I'm...." Paris was suddenly cold.
"Scared, yes, I know. Change does that. This is your change, Tom. Take a chance on believing in yourself."
The computer binged again.
"I'd better get dressed."
"Unless you want to meet me for breakfast in the nude." Kim grinned. "Which could be fun."
"That all depends on what Neelix is serving."
Harry laughed. Stood up, kissed Tom, then headed for the door. "I've got to get back to my quarters and get ready for shift. I'll meet you in a minute."
Paris took the chance: "I'll be waiting."
The look over Harry's shoulder was glowing. "Good."