So, I was changing my desk calendar and noticed today's date - May 20th. This J/C piece, written haiku-style, was intended to commemorate Kathryn Janeway's birthday in some 300-odd years' time, but if you go through and re-read it, it could be Paris/Torres, Doctor/Seven, or even Picard/Crusher or any other pairing you want it to be! I'm not sure why I wrote it in haiku, but I did, so enjoy!
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Birthday
It is my birthday.
Excitement is in the air.
People are planning.
Try to act normal.
Maybe they do not know it.
Birthdays are not fun.
Time goes by slowly.
At last my shift has ended.
Then I see him wink.
Try to get away.
To get back to my quarters.
Then, "Wait for me." Darn.
"Come with me." Softly.
He walks to the Holodeck.
Put on a brave face.
The doors open wide.
Sun is setting in the West.
San Francisco Beach.
No crowd. No party.
"Thought you'd want a quiet night.
Picnic on the beach?"
Swimming in moonlight.
Dinner at the water's edge.
Champagne in the sand.
Kiss me goodnight now.
Sweet, gentle kiss, never ends.
Birthdays are great fun.