Title: Private Celebrations
Summary: Harry learns more about his new friends Tom Paris and B'Elanna Torres. Takes place right after "Caretaker" and continues from there. AU. P/T.
Rating: T
Chapter 1: Promotions
It had been another eventful day on Voyager, and Harry Kim was in dire need of distraction. Otherwise, he'd get depressed about being stuck in the Delta Quadrant for the next 75 years.
He pressed the doorchime to Tom's quarters.
The doors opened.
"Hi, Harry."
"Hi, Tom. Ready to go out and celebrate?"
Tom looked confused. "What?"
"Your field commission."
"Oh, right."
It was only then that Harry finally noticed that Tom had already changed out of his uniform and into a t-shirt and loose pants. He looked more like he was getting ready for bed than for going out.
"It isn't every day that you're granted a field commission and made a lieutenant. We should go out and celebrate," Harry argued.
Tom shook his head. "I don't feel like going out, Harry."
"You'd rather be here alone in your quarters?"
"Who says I'm alone?" Tom countered.
To Harry's surprise, B'Elanna suddenly appeared by Tom's side. She was also casually dressed.
"Hey, Starfleet."
"Hey, Maquis."
There was an awkward silence for a moment.
Harry gave a nervous laugh. "I didn't realize you knew each other so well. I take it you two met when Tom was in the Maquis before?"
"Yes, we knew each other then."
Naïve ensign that he was, Harry completely missed the suggestive tone in her voice.
"I was just telling Tom that we should go out and celebrate," Harry said.
"B'Elanna and I have already been celebrating here. Privately," Tom told him.
Harry shrugged. "Well, why don't we make it a threesome?"
"Sorry, Harry, I don't swing that way," Tom quipped.
B'Elanna quirked an eyebrow in amusement.
"You know I didn't mean it like that," Harry said in exasperation. "It's not like the two of you were having sex and I was asking to join in."
Tom and B'Elanna exchanged glances. A meaningful look that spoke volumes.
"Wait a minute," Harry said as understanding dawned. "You mean, you really were…? The two of you… you two are…?" he stuttered.
Tom neither confirmed nor denied it. He merely repeated, "As I said, B'Elanna and I are having a private celebration."
"And we're not done celebrating just yet," B'Elanna finished, grabbing Tom's hand and pulling him away from the door.
"Oh," Harry said weakly. "When you said you knew each other, I didn't realize you meant you knew each other…"
He trailed off as the doors closed on him.
Outside in the corridor, he slumped against the wall beside the door.
It made sense now why Tom had been so determined to accompany the captain to track them down. And here Harry had thought it had just been for him.
He remained leaning there until he heard and felt a loud "thunk" reverberating against the wall.
Alarmed, Harry beat a hasty retreat.
He'd heard about Klingon mating practices before, but he had no desire to learn any more about them. Especially not now.
Two days later when B'Elanna was promoted to Chief Engineer, Harry had the good sense to hastily congratulate her in person after the senior officers' morning briefing and forgo suggesting that they celebrate that night.
He figured Tom and B'Elanna would be having another private celebration.
He figured right.
The End! (for now)