Title: Nights In White Satin
Author: lullaby_psyche
Summary: AU piece from Tom Paris P.O.V., post return to Alpha Quadrant
Disclaimer: they aren't mine, they aren't mine, they aren't mine
Nights In White Satin
I didn't mean to see you. I didn't even know you were back in San Francisco. On my way to meet our ex-Captain for coffee, I passed by Golden Gate Park, and there you were. It's been four years since I last saw you, since we proved that sometimes love isn't enough. I still have people asking where you are. You believe that? After all this time. The explanations still leave a deep seated ache in my chest.
I've been trying to forget you, to move on. As soon as I saw you, I knew I was kidding myself. You've let your hair grow and it looks, you look beautiful. Of course you never would believe me when I told you that. I wish you would.
You were sitting on a blanket, laughing. I hid behind a tree, can you imagine? I didn't want to ruin the moment, fantasising that it was me you were laughing with. Then it broke, because you weren't alone. A tall guy, handsome some would say, dark. And he was tickling a small child, maybe two or three years old. A little girl. Gods, you have a daughter, and all I could think was that it should have been me playing on that grass.
Was I really that easy to forget? Do you ever wonder? Look at that picture? You know, the one of us all. Do you remember nights in white satin? Indigo, red, every colour of the rainbow. I do, so vividly I do. But it all shattered, every illusion, in the moment I realised I was no longer part of your life. I walked away. I met Kathryn Janeway for coffee and then I kept on walking. It hurts more, now that I'm sure you're not mine. I still can't forget. And I love you.
Author: lullaby_psyche
Summary: AU piece from Tom Paris P.O.V., post return to Alpha Quadrant
Disclaimer: they aren't mine, they aren't mine, they aren't mine
Nights In White Satin
I didn't mean to see you. I didn't even know you were back in San Francisco. On my way to meet our ex-Captain for coffee, I passed by Golden Gate Park, and there you were. It's been four years since I last saw you, since we proved that sometimes love isn't enough. I still have people asking where you are. You believe that? After all this time. The explanations still leave a deep seated ache in my chest.
I've been trying to forget you, to move on. As soon as I saw you, I knew I was kidding myself. You've let your hair grow and it looks, you look beautiful. Of course you never would believe me when I told you that. I wish you would.
You were sitting on a blanket, laughing. I hid behind a tree, can you imagine? I didn't want to ruin the moment, fantasising that it was me you were laughing with. Then it broke, because you weren't alone. A tall guy, handsome some would say, dark. And he was tickling a small child, maybe two or three years old. A little girl. Gods, you have a daughter, and all I could think was that it should have been me playing on that grass.
Was I really that easy to forget? Do you ever wonder? Look at that picture? You know, the one of us all. Do you remember nights in white satin? Indigo, red, every colour of the rainbow. I do, so vividly I do. But it all shattered, every illusion, in the moment I realised I was no longer part of your life. I walked away. I met Kathryn Janeway for coffee and then I kept on walking. It hurts more, now that I'm sure you're not mine. I still can't forget. And I love you.