Disclaimer; I don't own voyager, Tom Paris, Harry, Janeway etc. but the
storyline is all mine you may get ideas but it has to be different, the
S.E.F is all mine too. Plus Turner, knight, Davis, Madison etc. so don't
use them otherwise read and enjoy.
Rating: PG-13 to be on the safe side, but if you really wants to read it. I'm not stopping you; it's only Pg-13 cause of violence death, angst and all that stuff.
Summary; Tom Paris is not who he appears to be, he is an agent for the S.E.F (Special Elite forces) When he is sent 10 fresh new agents to train, it is a matter of time before the cover breaks, but that is not all which is on their mind.
Part 12 of 12
I know I know I said a couple a days, but days turned into weeks and weeks to months, and before you know its nearly Christmas. Plus I have been really busy with essays and course work, but now there are no more science module tests till well after Christmas anyway, so I might as well finish this and get on to my next fanfic. Read and enjoy.
The depth of a lie
****************** Epilogue
Paris had never felt so guilty, sitting in front of the senior staff. Their eyes, which had held confused anger just hours ago had calmed, and Starfleet protocol kicked in. Harry was looking upset, with a glint of betrayal in his eye. Janeway was in full command mode, like she was when she met with him in Auckland. Chakotay was more curious, his wise mind trying to figure out the enigma in front of him. Tuvok was as always impassive. But BE'lanna's expression hit him. All that greeted him way pity from her. He had expected anger, betrayal, and confusion. Like the others, but from her he got sympathy. No, sympathy wasn't the right word for her glare, more like compassion. Paris found he couldn't remove his eyes form hers. Something struck him inside, but he quickly tucked it in to the dark recesses of his over crowed mind. " Mr. Paris, would you care to divulge anything about yourself that we may not already know," Janeway asked in a sarcastically professional way. He looked at them all, he couldn't tell them, and it was against protocol. *They already know for god sake* Paris mind screamed. It was at that point he decided to tell them the full story. "Ok, well here goes," Paris sighed and started to enlighten them on his real loyalties and missions in life.
**** Three hours later the officers walked out of the briefing room, looking shocked at dumbfounded at the story they just heard. Thoughts jolted through their minds continually. *Trained from 14* *He has done things that I can't even imagine* *Is he a threat to my ship* *I still love him, does he love me* *Do I love her* Paris had to talk to BE'lanna, and soon. He hadn't been in love since his fiancée, Odlie, but he had learnt his lesson when she was killed in caldik prime. *Never fall in love with a girl outside the 'system'* Paris still remembered his commander's words. There was one thing he didn't mention. And that was the ten agents, which were currently acting as normal as everyone else. His cover may be blown, but they were still going to carry on as normal. The crew didn't suspect a thing. And it would stay that way.
****
BE'lanna hadn't been expecting company, but when the chime sounded. She called for them to enter. Tom stood I front of her. BE'lanna didn't think and ran over to him, hugging him with a smile. But Tom didn't return the hug. BE'lanna stepped back and looked him in the eyes. She held her breath. "I love you. You used to tell e every day you loved me, was it true, yes or," BE'lanna paused, " Or no." She got no answer, she was about to speak again but sharp words stopped her. "No," Paris turned and left. He mumbled a sorry as he left a hysterical Half klingon behind. Paris walked down the corridor quickly, a tear rolling down one cheek. He wiped it away, half hoping to be chased by the angry half Klingon. But he wasn't. He was in love with her, yes, he knew that now. But he couldn't be with her. He had done it once, and she had died because of it. He couldn't do the same to BE'lanna. He wouldn't. He walked into his quarters and sat down. Within minutes the doorbell rang. Hoping it was BE'lanna he answered it. Knight walked in looking at her commander. Paris sighed then called her over. *I need to talk to some one, and knight is in the system, She controls her feelings, I can confide in her now* Paris told himself, trying to calm down. He had never been like this. " Are you ok sir," Knight asked sitting down. Paris nodded and looked at her with a smirk. "Please call me Tom, that is my name after all."
****
THE END
I know it was short but it was the end. Sorry p/ters, but this seemed far more interesting. Well that's it the epilogue. My next fanfic will be out soon, though I have no idea what I should do yet. But it will have tom as the main character and will be an au or very off plot like.
Rating: PG-13 to be on the safe side, but if you really wants to read it. I'm not stopping you; it's only Pg-13 cause of violence death, angst and all that stuff.
Summary; Tom Paris is not who he appears to be, he is an agent for the S.E.F (Special Elite forces) When he is sent 10 fresh new agents to train, it is a matter of time before the cover breaks, but that is not all which is on their mind.
Part 12 of 12
I know I know I said a couple a days, but days turned into weeks and weeks to months, and before you know its nearly Christmas. Plus I have been really busy with essays and course work, but now there are no more science module tests till well after Christmas anyway, so I might as well finish this and get on to my next fanfic. Read and enjoy.
The depth of a lie
****************** Epilogue
Paris had never felt so guilty, sitting in front of the senior staff. Their eyes, which had held confused anger just hours ago had calmed, and Starfleet protocol kicked in. Harry was looking upset, with a glint of betrayal in his eye. Janeway was in full command mode, like she was when she met with him in Auckland. Chakotay was more curious, his wise mind trying to figure out the enigma in front of him. Tuvok was as always impassive. But BE'lanna's expression hit him. All that greeted him way pity from her. He had expected anger, betrayal, and confusion. Like the others, but from her he got sympathy. No, sympathy wasn't the right word for her glare, more like compassion. Paris found he couldn't remove his eyes form hers. Something struck him inside, but he quickly tucked it in to the dark recesses of his over crowed mind. " Mr. Paris, would you care to divulge anything about yourself that we may not already know," Janeway asked in a sarcastically professional way. He looked at them all, he couldn't tell them, and it was against protocol. *They already know for god sake* Paris mind screamed. It was at that point he decided to tell them the full story. "Ok, well here goes," Paris sighed and started to enlighten them on his real loyalties and missions in life.
**** Three hours later the officers walked out of the briefing room, looking shocked at dumbfounded at the story they just heard. Thoughts jolted through their minds continually. *Trained from 14* *He has done things that I can't even imagine* *Is he a threat to my ship* *I still love him, does he love me* *Do I love her* Paris had to talk to BE'lanna, and soon. He hadn't been in love since his fiancée, Odlie, but he had learnt his lesson when she was killed in caldik prime. *Never fall in love with a girl outside the 'system'* Paris still remembered his commander's words. There was one thing he didn't mention. And that was the ten agents, which were currently acting as normal as everyone else. His cover may be blown, but they were still going to carry on as normal. The crew didn't suspect a thing. And it would stay that way.
****
BE'lanna hadn't been expecting company, but when the chime sounded. She called for them to enter. Tom stood I front of her. BE'lanna didn't think and ran over to him, hugging him with a smile. But Tom didn't return the hug. BE'lanna stepped back and looked him in the eyes. She held her breath. "I love you. You used to tell e every day you loved me, was it true, yes or," BE'lanna paused, " Or no." She got no answer, she was about to speak again but sharp words stopped her. "No," Paris turned and left. He mumbled a sorry as he left a hysterical Half klingon behind. Paris walked down the corridor quickly, a tear rolling down one cheek. He wiped it away, half hoping to be chased by the angry half Klingon. But he wasn't. He was in love with her, yes, he knew that now. But he couldn't be with her. He had done it once, and she had died because of it. He couldn't do the same to BE'lanna. He wouldn't. He walked into his quarters and sat down. Within minutes the doorbell rang. Hoping it was BE'lanna he answered it. Knight walked in looking at her commander. Paris sighed then called her over. *I need to talk to some one, and knight is in the system, She controls her feelings, I can confide in her now* Paris told himself, trying to calm down. He had never been like this. " Are you ok sir," Knight asked sitting down. Paris nodded and looked at her with a smirk. "Please call me Tom, that is my name after all."
****
THE END
I know it was short but it was the end. Sorry p/ters, but this seemed far more interesting. Well that's it the epilogue. My next fanfic will be out soon, though I have no idea what I should do yet. But it will have tom as the main character and will be an au or very off plot like.