Disclaimer; I don't own voyager, Tom Paris, Harry, Janeway etc. but the
storyline is all mine.
Rating: PG-13 Because it is not really violent enough to call an R though it does talk about wife beating, but nothing graphic.
Summery: Tom's life goes from bad to worst after an alien attack, when he starts to remember a secret that his father had wanted to keep desperately secret.
Pairings: P, P/T Crew
Part 1 of ?
The Forgotten Tragedy
Chapter1: The Buried Truth
A small head full of golden blonde hair popped up from underneath his covers and looked cautiously around his bedroom in the Paris household. The five year old once again heard the cause of his waking, and Tommy unconsciously clutched his bedspread, that lay rumpled beneath him.
The voices didn't stop, and they continued to roar on below his room. This situation was not unusual for Tommy now days, he could not remember a time when he didn't go a week without these sudden awakenings in the night. The small boy sat up fully now, his eyes now completely open, and all evidence of a sleep erased. He didn't no why he got panicked whenever the noises came, why should he, he knew where the came from.
His mommy and daddy were grown ups, they knew everything. So why did he feel like what they were doing was wrong. His daddy had told him the other day that Starfleet was a group with all the best people in it; he said that Starfleet was the perfect organisation. This calmed him a little as his small mind attempted to rationalize this confusing information. He came to this conclusion, they were Starfleet, and so this had to be a good thing.
He smiled at his explanation, and couldn't wait to tell his two big sisters his rationalization into why their parents shouted when they were in bed. Tommy jumped out of his bed the smile still plastered on his face; he walked towards the door of his room and started towards his sisters' room on the other side of the landing. He had never dared go out of his room before at night when his parents were shouting down stairs, but tonight was different, tonight he knew now that what they were doing was a good thing.
As he walked along the long hallway he had a crash, his pace quickened with urgency to get to his sisters' room. As he cast a glace over the balcony down stairs he could see his parents talking to each over in raised voices, vase which used to be a prized Paris family heirloom now spread all over the floor. He found him self stuck in place on the floor as he was cemented to this one spot. Somewhere deep down, his explanation for the arguments flew out of the window, never to be seen again.
This was not a good thing. When Daddy gets mad it wasn't a good thing. It made him cry, like his mommy was doing now. His mommy was upset. Suddenly at this thought he unfroze from his position and ran towards his sisters' bedroom, finally glad to be there, he ran in but was shocked to see them gone.
For a second he was alarmed but then he remembered his sisters being their friend's house for a slumber party tonight. He was alone, and in the five year olds eyes light years away from his room at the other end of the hall. He knew he had to risk it, if dad found out that he had been out of his room so late in the night, he would be in trouble. So he ran as fast as he could to his room.
He didn't make it.
With all the panic that resided in him, his little legs caved in right in the middle of the hallway. He held his breath to stop the tears caused by the red carpet burn on his knee. But as the little boy looked through the balcony he saw something. Something that he wouldn't remember happening for another 25 years.
The screams of his mother grew louder, but the face of his father only grew redder as his hands grasped her red. Then the screams stopped and his mommy fell to the floor. His father left in a dazed and walked into his study. Tommy guessed that he had gone to call for and emergency transport, in order to make his mommy all better again.
He knew that his mommy would hate to be alone. When he was hurt, she was always hugging him. Tommy ran down the stairs, his eyes on his mommy, at all times. Little did Tommy know that this was the worst mistake he would ever make. He sat down next to her, shaking his mommy to get her to wake from her slumber.
She didn't wake. She never would again.
Tommy didn't hear the footsteps of his father until he was right behind him, he turned just in time to see the hypospray in his fathers hand, he smiled as he assumed it was to make his mommy better. He guessed wrong, and then there was nothing.
****
Tom Paris awoke with a scream in his empty quarters on board the starship Voyager. He'd had that nightmare again, though he could never remember what happened it all ways made him feel like his insides had been extracted and replaced with Neelix's Leola root stew. ] "Computer what's the time," Tom asked the ships computer as he got up from his bed absently rubbing a spot on his leg.
"It is 0443 hours," the computer responded in its monotone voice. Tom knew he would never get back to sleep tonight. His still felt nauseous about his nightmare. He briefly wondered what this dream could be about, and why he couldn't remember it, he could always remember his other nightmares, but this one was different. He pushed that thought away and sat down with a book a started to read. He had a duty shift at 0800 hours, he had plenty of time to kill. Crossing his legs over he didn't notice the carpet burn on his leg. However, the invisible occupant in his quarters did.
This could be interesting. That was all it thought as it vacated the quarters of his new victim.
****
Please review this, I haven't done a fanfic like this before, and would love comments from anyone who can type. If all goes well the next chapter should be out soon.
Thanks
Katta15
Rating: PG-13 Because it is not really violent enough to call an R though it does talk about wife beating, but nothing graphic.
Summery: Tom's life goes from bad to worst after an alien attack, when he starts to remember a secret that his father had wanted to keep desperately secret.
Pairings: P, P/T Crew
Part 1 of ?
The Forgotten Tragedy
Chapter1: The Buried Truth
A small head full of golden blonde hair popped up from underneath his covers and looked cautiously around his bedroom in the Paris household. The five year old once again heard the cause of his waking, and Tommy unconsciously clutched his bedspread, that lay rumpled beneath him.
The voices didn't stop, and they continued to roar on below his room. This situation was not unusual for Tommy now days, he could not remember a time when he didn't go a week without these sudden awakenings in the night. The small boy sat up fully now, his eyes now completely open, and all evidence of a sleep erased. He didn't no why he got panicked whenever the noises came, why should he, he knew where the came from.
His mommy and daddy were grown ups, they knew everything. So why did he feel like what they were doing was wrong. His daddy had told him the other day that Starfleet was a group with all the best people in it; he said that Starfleet was the perfect organisation. This calmed him a little as his small mind attempted to rationalize this confusing information. He came to this conclusion, they were Starfleet, and so this had to be a good thing.
He smiled at his explanation, and couldn't wait to tell his two big sisters his rationalization into why their parents shouted when they were in bed. Tommy jumped out of his bed the smile still plastered on his face; he walked towards the door of his room and started towards his sisters' room on the other side of the landing. He had never dared go out of his room before at night when his parents were shouting down stairs, but tonight was different, tonight he knew now that what they were doing was a good thing.
As he walked along the long hallway he had a crash, his pace quickened with urgency to get to his sisters' room. As he cast a glace over the balcony down stairs he could see his parents talking to each over in raised voices, vase which used to be a prized Paris family heirloom now spread all over the floor. He found him self stuck in place on the floor as he was cemented to this one spot. Somewhere deep down, his explanation for the arguments flew out of the window, never to be seen again.
This was not a good thing. When Daddy gets mad it wasn't a good thing. It made him cry, like his mommy was doing now. His mommy was upset. Suddenly at this thought he unfroze from his position and ran towards his sisters' bedroom, finally glad to be there, he ran in but was shocked to see them gone.
For a second he was alarmed but then he remembered his sisters being their friend's house for a slumber party tonight. He was alone, and in the five year olds eyes light years away from his room at the other end of the hall. He knew he had to risk it, if dad found out that he had been out of his room so late in the night, he would be in trouble. So he ran as fast as he could to his room.
He didn't make it.
With all the panic that resided in him, his little legs caved in right in the middle of the hallway. He held his breath to stop the tears caused by the red carpet burn on his knee. But as the little boy looked through the balcony he saw something. Something that he wouldn't remember happening for another 25 years.
The screams of his mother grew louder, but the face of his father only grew redder as his hands grasped her red. Then the screams stopped and his mommy fell to the floor. His father left in a dazed and walked into his study. Tommy guessed that he had gone to call for and emergency transport, in order to make his mommy all better again.
He knew that his mommy would hate to be alone. When he was hurt, she was always hugging him. Tommy ran down the stairs, his eyes on his mommy, at all times. Little did Tommy know that this was the worst mistake he would ever make. He sat down next to her, shaking his mommy to get her to wake from her slumber.
She didn't wake. She never would again.
Tommy didn't hear the footsteps of his father until he was right behind him, he turned just in time to see the hypospray in his fathers hand, he smiled as he assumed it was to make his mommy better. He guessed wrong, and then there was nothing.
****
Tom Paris awoke with a scream in his empty quarters on board the starship Voyager. He'd had that nightmare again, though he could never remember what happened it all ways made him feel like his insides had been extracted and replaced with Neelix's Leola root stew. ] "Computer what's the time," Tom asked the ships computer as he got up from his bed absently rubbing a spot on his leg.
"It is 0443 hours," the computer responded in its monotone voice. Tom knew he would never get back to sleep tonight. His still felt nauseous about his nightmare. He briefly wondered what this dream could be about, and why he couldn't remember it, he could always remember his other nightmares, but this one was different. He pushed that thought away and sat down with a book a started to read. He had a duty shift at 0800 hours, he had plenty of time to kill. Crossing his legs over he didn't notice the carpet burn on his leg. However, the invisible occupant in his quarters did.
This could be interesting. That was all it thought as it vacated the quarters of his new victim.
****
Please review this, I haven't done a fanfic like this before, and would love comments from anyone who can type. If all goes well the next chapter should be out soon.
Thanks
Katta15