'Home'

by star angel

E-mail: star_angel11015@hotmail.com
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Even though the show is now over (sniff), the characters all belong to
Paramount.
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Summary: Coda to 'Endgame'. 23 years after voyager's return, Tom reminisces about
their return and how his daughter turned out.



I remember the day she was born like it was yesterday. Feeling the mutual awe of seeing earth

again after what seemed like a lifetime and hearing my baby's cry, feeling the neverending love

a father has for his child...it was pretty overwhelming, especially after seeing dad up close on

the viewscreen, knowing that he was just a few lightyears away instead of thirty thousand. If

somebody had told me seven years ago that I'd be glad, excited even to see the admiral again, I

would've laughed in their face.


But looking back at all those years with him following our miracle of a return trip, I can't help

but thank whatever higher power that we were able to make peace in our lifetimes. B'elanna still

hasn't been able to heal all wounds between her and her parents. I can't honestly say that she

was ever really able to forgive her father, there was always tension when they were around each

other and the bitterness and harshness of their arguments were soul-crushing at times. But she

still loved him, through all of it and cried in my arms all night when he passed away. Now, she

says that she can feel both of her parents with her, she still talks to them, lets herself

remember them, still sees them in her dreams.


Family. Yes, my father and mother and sisters and everyone else part of the Paris bunch will

always be in my heart, will always be family. But what I had on Voyager, what I shared with my

crewmates, it's a special bond that remains unbroken to this day. When I revisit the old ship,

now a shell for replicas and memories, as I touch the old bulkheads, I can close my eyes and...

for a moment...it's 23 years ago, I'm just on my way to the messhall for one of Neelix's newest

concoctions. I see familiar faces nodding to me as they pass by. I hear the cheerful banter of

the diners and the warmth of emanating from the galley. The ship was warm. The ship was home.


It was never Voyager itself really, but the crew. It was never easy, all alone out there. We

had no choice but to turn to each other. It's rare that a starship crew gets so close, even

rarer when the crew is made up of people who hate each other. But after a while, the lines

between maquis and Starfleet, shipmates and friends were blurred and ultimately disappeared

leaving a bittersweet nostalgia in their wake. After a while, your co-workers become your

partners, your subordinates, your friends. Loyalty and honour are instilled in every person and

the closeness is unbelievable. That was my home, it always will be my true home.


That was the hardest thing for all of us, I think. We'd gotten so intent on getting home that we

hadn't thought beyond that. We hadn't realized that the homecoming would also have to mean

goodbye. So many tears were shed that day. Our friends and family from across the Alpha

Quadrant came to greet us, we were all held by someone dear who'd we'd thought would be lost for

a long time to come. That was the only time I ever remember the Admiral crying.


He was one of the first to greet the senior staff at the launching pad, along with many other

Starfleet officials. They shook our hands, gave us our commendations and medals. Somehow, I'd

ended up at the end of the line as had dad. He came up to me and we faced each other rigidly for

a few seconds, spectators looking on worriedly. I was still in shock from the preceding events

and couldn't handle the look in his eyes. After a few moments, my composure broke and it all

came down on me suddenly. We were home, it was all over, it was all just beginning. The next

thing I remember is being pulled into a pair of strong arms, towards a man crying just as hard

as I was.


According to Starfleet regulation, the following days were supposed to be filled with debriefings

and many other standard procedures. Red tape's a bitch, even in the 24th century. But, given

the circumstances, it was postponed until the next day. I spent most of that first day home in

Sickbay, enjoying my new family.


I can still remember the Admiral's face as he saw Miral for the first time. My beautiful

daughter washed all hardness from his face the instant she was shown to him. He looked so much

younger right then. He told me once that the sight of me holding my wife, our daughter in her

arms, had awakened a warmth in him he'd thought dead long ago. That's my girl, my

miracle-worker. Conceived against all odds, born between quadrants during a borg attack,

helping her old dad win the betting pool...she screamed her little lungs out for all they were

worth all the next day and night. She definitely has Klingon in her. She was going to be a

handful, I could tell. As beautiful as her mother, vibrant as her captain, stubborn as her

father, strong, fiery...B'elanna had once been afraid I'd leave her because living with two

Klingons would be a challenge. The truth is, I wouldn't exchange those two for anything in the

world. They're precious, they're all that matters.


She considers herself a member of the original Voyager crew even if she was only on the ship for

a few moments. A very spiritual young lady, she believes that she is not only a child of her

parents but of the entire crew. That each loving presence contributed to her being and Voyager's

spirit would live on in our family. I think she's gone on one vision quest too many. That was

my response when she told me. She and her mother responded by giving me simultaneous whacks on

the shoulders.


B'elanna was so proud of Miral when our baby graduated from Starfleet Academy. At the top of her

class and ambitious as hell, our girl found herself a place on a starship almost right away, all

on her own. They never cry, either of them, but I could tell both mother and daughter wanted to

the day Miral left on her first mission. Hugs and gentle words were exchanged between the three

of us and, as she waved goodbye from the airlock, I experienced the same feeling I'd gotten when

Voyager had arrived home. It was an end and a beginning and my pride and joy was facing off a

numb pain in my stomach. I realized only then that she wasn't my baby anymore.


I'm glad it hit me then instead of now because I doubt that she would've liked to see her old man

have a fit during her engagement party. It really is a great celebration, a lot of the old crew

are hear along with some of her current crewmates and old friends from the Academy. All of the

Paris family is here as well as a few important Starfleet officers. She's only an ensign and

has already managed to charm her way up the Federation hierarchy. She gets it from her father.


B'elanna went to get some punch and everyone else is mingling so I'm alone in a corner for now,

free to observe my little miracle from my quiet corner. She's grown up to be a beautiful lady.

She's always had this life inside of her that has made her so pleasant to be around. Her

presence just makes everyone instantly comfortable and content. In a few minutes, she has

everyone laughing and talking like they were old friends. She'll make a great captain someday.


She's standing in the center of the room next to her fiance, a very charming Betazoid (of

course, not nearly good enough for her but she'd break my legs if I objected. Besides, he

makes her happy) I never would've have expected Miral to marry a Betazoid. She may be three

parts human but has always been very close to her Klingon heritage, taking an immediate interest

in the language, performing all the rituals, upholding all the rules and principles and somehow

managing to integrate it all into her everyday life. She's not perfect but I have to keep

reminding myself of that.


Anyway, this should be a very interesting union. She's a very passionate person and Zean's

sensitive, wise beyond his years. She's not very patient and he's going to be picking up her

emotions constantly. But if anyone can make it work, my baby can.


They're surrounded by friends, chatting happily. But she stands out, she's by far the most

radiant person here, besides her mother of course. She's spotted me somehow, seeing me through

the shadows of my private corner. Her lips turn up in a smirk and she makes her way over to me.

She puts her arms around me and gives me a kiss on the cheek.


-"Come dance with me daddy." She whispers in my ear. My heart skips a beat, she hasn't called

me daddy since she was a little girl.


-"But there's no music, baby." I chuckle.


Her smile grows as she pulls me closer and starts swaying to an imaginary beat. I haven't

called her baby in a long time.


-"I still am, you know. In my heart." she assures me.


-"I know." I sigh. She's so precious.

We sway slightly again and all eyes are on us, smiling tenderly at us. I look up to see my wife

by the buffet, her arms crossed in her classic stance, her smirk fixed on her face, her eyes

conveying more love than I've ever known in any other woman. I smile at her, the same one I

gave her when we were first dating. She blushes and chuckles slightly. As I feel the warmth of

my wife's look on me, the warmth of my daughter's breath on my neck, the presence of my family

around us, I know I'm home.