Disclaimer: You know this, I know this, and everyone else knows it...I don't own Star Trek! Or the lyrics for that matter.
A/N: A nice little Tom and Harry friendship piece. Post-Endgame
And when we both get older
With walking canes and hair of gray
Have no fear, even though it's hard to hear
I will stand real close and say,
Thank you for being a friend
- 'Thank You For Being A Friend' by Andrew Gold
"Thanks, Harry."
Harry cast a confused glance to his left. "What?"
Tom rolled his eyes and shifted towards the side, grimacing a bit when his back creaked. "I said, thanks Harry!"
"Oh." Harry went back to staring over the porch railing as he had been before Tom interrupted. A few seconds ticked by before Tom's words suck in. "For what?"
"You know..."Tom waved a had in a small flourish of movement. "For always being there. Having my back. Saving me from B'Elanna's wrath. You know, just...being a friend."
Harry shrugged, a teasing smile starting to tug at his lips. "Least I could do. Considering the number of times my grandkids have tied you to that chair."
"Tied 'us' to chairs." Tom reminded him, glancing pointedly to Harry's loosely bound hands. "I'm not the only one in this predicament."
A few silent seconds passed before Harry asked the question that was sure to be on Tom's mind too. "How long do you think it'll be before they remember we're here?"
Tom shrugged as they continued to watch the three children, who'd long ago gotten bored of playing 'pirates' and moved on to playing fetch with their golden retriever. "Hopefully before B'Elanna and Libby get back."
"Yeah. That'd be nice."
"My back wouldn't complain."
"My ears wouldn't complain. It's hard to hear with all these feathers."
Tom studied the bright pink and neon yellow feathered scarf draped around Harry's neck, obviously tickling his ears and muffling sound. "I don't know. They kinda suite you."
"Thanks, Tom."
"No problem."