Seven’s brow furrowed, but she excused herself from dancing with the Doctor and hurried over to the two. “What is it?” she asked curiously.

“Have you seen B’Elanna?” asked Kathryn.

Seven shook her head. “I saw her go out to the dock awhile ago, and then Tom followed her.”

Heather and Kathryn shared a look.

Seven had no clue. “What?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just that-” *Damn, I can’t tell them, can I?* “It’s nothing. Really.” Whitney insisted when they both gave her strange looks.

“Okay,” Kathryn said slowly, deciding to ignore the strange look on Heather’s face. “Heather’s going to sing.”

“Really?” Seven laughed. “This is going to be funny.” At the nervous look on Whitney’s face, Seven squeezed her hand. “You’ll do fine. And just think, if yo mess up you’ll only be embarrasing yourself in front of all those top ranking Starfleet officers.” she added.

Kathryn snickered.

“That’s not funny!” shot back Heather, but she had to grin.

As soon as “Fields of Gold” by Sting stopped, Heather stood up on the platform which extended two feet above the ground. Everyoen talking and dancing stopped after a few minutes and looked up at her. Seeing Tom and B’Elanna walk onto the porch, Heather luaghed. “Okay, I’ve wanted to do this for a *long* time, and I guess now’s as good a time as ever. This song is dedicated to my favorite helmsman, Tom Paris.” She then nodded over to Kathryn and Seven, who pressed the ‘Play’ button o nthe stereo. the song was upbeat and fast, and it fit Heather’s personality. Heather liked slow songs well enough, but fast songs were better to dance to in her opinion. The music to ‘That Don’t Impress Me Much’ by 20th century singer Shania Twain began playing out of the stereo, minus the lyrics. Hearing her cue, Heather began to sing:

I’ve known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you’ve got being right down to an art
You think you’re a genius-you drive me up the wall
You’re a regular original, a know-it-all

Oh-ooh-ooh, you think you’re special
Oh-ooh-ooh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’re a hot helmsman
That don’t impress me much
So you got the brains but have you got the touch
Now don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re all right
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much

I never knew a guy who hung out at Sandrine’s
The best man at pool, if you know what I mean
And those Cap’n Proton novels, oh, how you like ‘em
‘Cause Heather forbid Constance should save the day!

Oh-ooh-ooh, you think you’re special
Oh-ooh-ooh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’re Tom Paris
That don’t impress me much
So you got the brains but have you got the touch
Now don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re all right
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much

You’re one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
You hide away in the holodeck just to drive around at night
I can’t believe you kiss your car goodnight!
Now, c’mon baby, tell me you must be joking, right?

Oh-ooh-ooh, you think you’re special
Oh-ooh-ooh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’ve got a Camaro
That don’t impress me much
So you got the brains but have you got the touch
Now don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re all right
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much

That don’t impress me much
So you got the brains but have you got the touch
Now don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re all right
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the long, cold, lonely night
That don’t impress me much

Okay, so what do you think you’re God Palis or something...
Whatever
That don’t impress me

The music ended. There was a pause, then everyone began to clap. Harry walked over to the platform. “Way to go, Heather,” he said, stepping onto the platform and giving her a kiss before stepping back down. There were catcalls for the two lieutenant commanders, but Heather didn’t mind; she laughed. Seeing the look Tom, who had been dancing with Lisa, sent her didn’t help much.

“Encore! Encore!” Shelly cried.

Heather opened her mouth to protest, but Tessa was already inserting another CD into the stereo. Another song that Heather knew well began to paly. It was set for a long beginning, so Heather was able to get a quick sip of water before it started.

Tom shook his head as he led Lisa over to the stereo, laughing softly. Lisa was all smiles.

“That was hilarious, Heather! Great job!” she applauded.

Before Heather could reply, the actual song started and Whitney began to sing again. This time it was ‘You Were Meant For Me’ by Jewel. Andrew, who had been talking with Jamews and Harry, asked Lisa to dance. Harry asked Seven, Chakotay asked Kathryn, and Richard, who had arrived just in time for the party, danced with Samantha. With most of their friends gone, Tom turned to B’Elanna. “Would you like to dance?”

B’Elanna smiled, then walked out with him to the dance floor. She put her head on his shoulders, and couldn’t believe how good it felt to be dancing with Tom. He hadn’t changed in the aspect that he was a terrific dancer. B’Elanna closed her eyes and danced to the music with Tom. When Heather crooned, “You were meant for me, and I was meant for you....” for the last time, she didn’t want the song to end.
*****
Alyssa sighed, plopping down on the leather couch. “Phew! That was fun!” she exclaimed.

Tom sent a withering glance in his oldest sister’s direction from his position on the loveseat. “Only you could possibly sai that close to midnight,” he accused. “Wait a sec, that makes you and Heather.”

After all the guests had left around eleven, the remaining guests had helped clean up all the mess and put all the food away. Now that they were finally finished with the cleaning up, they could finally get to bed.

“I’m never getting up *again*!” Heather howled to counteract his comment, sitting down on the couch.

Harry walked into the living room. “Oh, yes you are,” he proclaimed.

Heather only lay down on the couch. At Harry’s look she sat up so he could sit down next to her.

“Still, that was so much fun!” B’Elanna commented, leaning tiredly against the wall.

Lisa joined Tom on the loveseat. “I *know*! We should have parties like that more often.”

Dana Paris, accompanied by her husband, laughed at her soon-to-be daughter-in-law’s comment. “We’re off to bed! We’ll see you all in the morning! Good night!” she called, waving as she walked up the stairs.

“Night!” Owen called before following his wife.

They all called goodnight and Chakotay, Kathryn, and Seven wandered in. Samantha and Richard had already gone to bed. “I’m going to go to bed as well,” Seven told them, smiling tiredly at everyone.

“There’s supposed to be a big storm brewing out in the Pacific Ocean. It’s supposed to hit land sometime in the early morning before sunrise, a bit after midnight.” Chakotay said.

Alyssa, Tom, and Heather shared a secret look.

“Definetely,” Tom replied to something Heather had seemed to suggest telepathically.

“What?” Kathryn demanded.

“You’ll see,” replied Alyssa secretively.
*****