Remembrance of the Flames
By Rachel
Description: Meant to be a Tom Paris/OC but can really be seen as any pairing. But it's TOM/OC for my tastes because I'm not a big fan of P/T.
Credit: Nobody belongs to me except the OC unnamed character.
Notes: I want to write a fic about the star people, so be expecting one. *smiles*
Warning: Mention of suicide
The darkness falling across the sky turns to twilight as he looks at her. Her red hair, blazing flames in the dying sun, give an almost unnatural glow, ever so inhuman but really, it's not like she is that. Her kind is of the stars, the beings who reside there in the fiery flames of those balls of gas and their names and elements are all of mythology. They are of the constellations. As he looks at her, her blue eyes seem almost metallic neon blue and glow in the faint light. He wants to tell her everything but as she looks at him he's silenced. She's just said everything with a glance.
There's no way they could talk now. They're on duty, alone at their posts. Her uniform shoulders blend with her hair and he marvels on how it shines. He misses how her small form fits perfectly into his arms and he longs to hold her. He knows the smell of her hair and it's like a perfect perfume to him. That scent of orchids and the ocean is a constant reminder of her eyes.
He stands in the mess hall, which has been transformed into a wedding room. He waits, nervous as can be for her to walk in and when she does, all his fears are gone.
Her hair is still red, but there's now gray laced through her thick hair. They've gotten older and with that came gray hairs and wrinkles. His own hair isn't brown anymore, but grayed. Their children are gone and married or academy students and they're alone again. She's making something in the kitchen and he comes behind her and tenderly kisses her.
There's hatred in his life now, completely centered on death. Death took her away. Those bright blue eyes are gone, closed forever. He watches as they lower her casket into the ground. All she wanted was to go on a last trip to her home world, and she ended up being stabbed. As everyone leaves, he draws her fire dagger of his jacket. Saying nothing, he plunges her dagger into his chest and falls onto her grave.
He wakes alone and confused, but as he looks up, the stars are above, and she is in his arms.
For the first time in so long, he feels whole again.
A/N: That actually came to me in public speaking class. *sigh* I'm hopeless. Well was it good? No flames, but if you want to constructive criticize, PM me. I'm also looking to Beta a parody or romance fic. Let me know *laughs*.
--Rachel