Title: Frustration
Author: Debb
Rating: G
Archive: If you feel you must
Codes: um... P/K/T, i guess.
Author's Note: This is the first in a series of 4 stories, continued with "Fascination" "Fidelity" and "Fate".
Harry stepped through the door wth an explosive sigh, and looked around his quarters.
Not much to see. The weight restrictions of an atmosphere capable starship limited the number of souvenirs he could collect. Particularly since he didn't know how long he'd be collecting them. Mostly he just took a few holos.
Bed, chair, desk. Pathtic, really. With the exception of the sax, it looked the same as it had seven years ago. Even the tidy stack of paperwork on his desk hadn't changed. None of his duties had changed. All that training with B'Elanna in engineering had gotten him exactly nowhere.
Doesn't matter, he told himself determinedly. I don't know what i'm complaining about. I've got food, clothing, and shelter, whch is more than some people have. I sould be happy. I've got a lot of good friends. Well... some good friends. Tom and B'Elanna, mostly. Career? No, not really. more of a dead end job. Starfleet did not generally promote someone who's experience was as limited as his own. Despite everything he'd learned and done, he was still "just" the OPS ensign.
He'd exhausted the romantic prospects of everyone on board, male or female, who was even remotely interested in him, and found that he wasn't even remotely interested in THEM. There were a couple of people he might be interested in, but they were occupied. Busy. OK, taken.
Harry sighed again in frustration. Dwelling on it was NOT going to help. He collapsed on the bed and tried not to think about Tom and B'Elanna's anniversary tonight. They wouldn't want to spend it with him, and he didn't want to spend it with anyone else.