AN: I wrote this in a
whole afternoon… the idea came to me the night before and I so needed to write
it down.
Miral was never born nor was B’Elanna
ever pregnant, Voyager never got home.
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned from Star Trek: Voyager
belong to Brannon Braga and Rick Berman and
associates. I own nothing.
by Barnaby
It all started about four months ago, right after Chakotay put Tom on the gamma shift. We sat in the mess
hall one night sitting there, just staring into space and went to work in the
morning like nothing happened. The next night it happened again and for about
two months the pattern repeated. On the first night of our third month of
meetings it changed… we started talking. Not about anything but work and the
ship. That lasted about a month and then we started getting into the personal
stuff.
Tonight however, there was no conversation whatsoever. I walked
into the mess hall and she was sitting there, the usual coffee in front of her.
We said our usual greetings, we’d stopped using ranks. I sat down opposite her
in my customary style.
The silence was almost deafening until she spoke in that husky
voice of hers. “B’Elanna, every night you’ve been
here with me, why haven’t you told or requested Tom to go back to the Alpha
shift?”
“…” I couldn’t find the words “I… I don’t know”
I looked across at her and saw the understanding look on her
face but there was something more. There was something that my inner Klingon couldn’t help but take notice of… DESIRE. So there was a woman behind all those different
masks she puts up.
I don’t know what possessed me to do the next but I did it. I
stood up and held out my hand for her to take. She took it with no hesitation
and followed me. I walked us to her quarters… couldn’t risk Tom finding us,
where she wasted no time in guessing my intentions and kissed me.
No words passed her lips, just pleasurable moans and groans as I
brought her a pleasure her body had so long been denied. She returned it later
in the night in ways both Klingon and Human needed.
After our bodies had received pleasure long denied, my Klingon, her whole body, we laid
together just enjoying the closeness. I heard her whisper something so low that
I really had to strain to hear it at all but I still didn’t hear it clearly.
“What’d you say?”
“I said I love you B’Elanna but
nothing more than this one night can happen. You’re married and we all know
that I’m married to this ship and the uniform.”
“It could you know, go on I mean. I asked Tom to take the gamma
shift, we haven’t been getting along, he’s either in the holodeck
or out with Harry or the Delany’s. I got tired of it
so I figured if he wanted to be away from me that bad he could take a separate
shift.”
“Why didn’t you come to me with this?”
“Oh yeah walk into your ready room and say, ‘hey Captain put Tom
on the gamma shift, I’ve decided I don’t wanna see my
husband anymore’. Come on, would you have done it? I had Chakotay
do it, he doesn’t know the reasons behind it but he did it anyway.”
“Oh B’Elanna. Are things really
that bad between you and Tom?”
“They were never peachy. He was always wanting
to be out on the holodeck and I’ve been in love with
someone since I learnt that they weren’t your typical Starfleet officer, that
there was actually a rebel underneath all that uniform. She’s the reason I
donned that uniform in the first place. I’m in love with you and have been
since that very first day. Since I saw that you weren’t the stuck up Captain
you appeared to be.”
“Really?
“Yes, Kathryn Janeway, I’m in love
with you.”
“I love you too B’Elanna Torres.”
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