Home Sweet Home
The following story line is mine. Don't try to copy it cause I'll get mad
In a like vein, Star Trek: Voyager and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me.
"Hello"
"Hello" She didn't move away from the door. She looked suspicious of him. Her story had already been released to the command crew so he thought he had an idea of why she would be wary of anyone. She'd be feeling like she couldn't get close to anyone ever again, lest she hop and her heart be ripped out again.
"My name is Tom Paris" he told her with a smile, "I was the one that tripped over you"
"Ah" she nodded with understanding and finally moved away from the door, leaving it open for him. He followed her in and took a look around. She obviously hadn't had the chance to individualize anything yet, so the room was rather standard.
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked, "This thing can apparently make you anything you want, except a good Coke"
"Coke?" Tom asked, looking at the replicator. He found it hard to believe there was anything it couldn't reproduce.
"Coca Cola" she said with a flippant glance, curling herself up on the couch that sat beneath the long window, "It's a soda pop. Soft drink. They stopped making it during the 3rd World War, apparently"
"Well, I'm sure we could program the computer to make it" he said, "Do you have any idea what was in it?" She snorted.
"No idea."
"Computer, search, components, Coca Cola, 20th century drink, soda pop or soft drink" he said into the air. They all tended to look up towards the ceiling a bit when making a request of the computer, unless they were focused on something else.
"Searching" the computer replied and then was silent for a moment.
"Computer download information into the replicator" Tom ordered and crossed to the replicator, on the left side of the room. Deneb slowly got up and crept up behind him, not daring to hope this young man might've just provided her with the means to have a Coke, something she'd been desperately craving for months now. She wondered if her pregnancy had anything to do with such a strong craving.
The computer made a beep, alerting the humans that it had found the appropriate information.
"Computer, a Coke please" Tom said smugly and stood back while the request appeared in the terminal. Deneb's eyes had widened sufficiently to appease him as she approached the terminal. She took the glass in both hands and closed her eyes as she poured the contents down her throat. A little sigh escaped her as she swallowed down the first sip.
"Oh! You don't know how good that is!" she exclaimed, finally opening her eyes, "And it's even in a Coke cup!" Tom regarded the oddly shaped cup with the word "Coke" painted on. Well, as long as it made her happy.
"Well, Tom Paris, against my will you've become my friend" She had the computer refill her cup and then carried it to the couch again. Tom followed and took a seat in a chair.
"Tell me more about these computer archives" she asked, "They have the components of Coke secreted away, what else do they have?"
"Anything you want, almost" he answered. He liked talking about the computers, he had a silly sort of personal pride in them, even though he was a helmsman and not an engineer.
"Well, what about old TV shows, or movies?" she asked.
"Sure, probably" Tom answered. She was very interested in what she could get from her past, apparently, and who would blame her? This ship could give her something she was familiar with at least, like the Coke.
"And books, do you have any of those?" she asked.
"I think every book written from every culture the Federation has ever encountered is in the computer" he answered with a lopsided grin. His humor was lost on her, although he could see she appreciated it, which confused him. She just wasn't in the mood to laugh.
"What about real books?"
"I'm not sure. Most people have a small personal collection" he told her, "I'm sure you could find someone to let you borrow some if you want" he answered thoughtfully. He had a few, four to be exact, but he doubted it was anything she would want to read.
"So, what else is there to do on this ship, then, other than work?" she asked. He wasn't sure what she was asking for. Recreation? A job? He had heard she had told the Captain she didn't want a job. He wasn't privy to the details of her last "stop" but he assumed she'd become rather fond of the crew, after almost a year.
"Well, most people find something to do. The holidecks, of course, provide plenty of distraction" he started, thinking of what others might do for recreation on the ship. To tell the truth, he didn't think there was much time for 'play', not with the constant repairs and stops to re-supply and all the mapping to be done. But a person had to have some off time so he did his best to think of what he did with his.
"What about the arts?" she asked. Ah, this Tom knew the answer to!
"You can get paint and canvas from stores if you want" he told her, hoping this would be something that peaked her interest. She nodded at him, looking down into her now empty glass. He could tell she'd suddenly become disturbed by something. She looked up at him again.
"You kinda remind me of my little brother" she said softly, with a little curve of her lips.
"Really?" Tom tried to sound like he felt honored. From the look of it she had been close to this "little brother." Gods! Did the girl's pain never end?
"His name was David" she told him, but she had turned her attention to the stars and he got the feeling she was more speaking her thoughts out loud than actually talking to the other person in the room, "He was a great kid, for being a little brother and all. He was two years younger than me. He was fourteen last I saw him. He had a penchant for playing tricks on people, especially for their birthdays. He loved April Fool's day, it was the best holiday for him. He just liked to make people laugh, he liked to help people. I wonder what ever happened to him" She sounded like she was speaking about a friend from grammar school that she hadn't been particularly close to, but remembered well. Tom felt bad that she had to separate herself like that. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know if he should say anything. He felt like they'd just had a very intimate conversation, although it hadn't been anything two people just meeting for the first time might not exchange. She was still staring out at the stars, which were zooming by at Warp 2. They had found a suitable planet to re- supply at and they were headed there now.
"Computer, music. 20th century band, the Chieftains. Tears of Stone album, track 12" she suddenly said. A mournful Celtic sound filled the air.
"Wow" Tom said, "You remembered something that specific?" He was surprised, but not very. People remembered detailed things all the time.
"My memory seems to be improving every time I hop" she said, still facing the window. He'd hit a nerve again. Maybe he should just stop speaking. Or maybe he should just go, and leave her with her memories, painful as they were.
Before he could turn the thought into action, a beeping alerted them to someone at the door.
"Come" Deneb called, her voice distant as if she was answering something in a dream that just happened to coincide with reality. The doors slid aside and the Captain entered the room.
"Lt. Paris" she nodded at him. She had a severe look on her face. "Will you please excuse us?" Tom stood.
"I was just leaving anyway" he told her and started out the door.
"Tom?" Deneb's call stopped him. She had turned back around. Her lips curved, just on the right side and just for an instant.
"Thanks for the company" she said. He nodded with a smile and left, feeling like he'd done something to help her and feeling good about it.
When the doors had slid closed again behind Tom, Janeway turned to the girl who was still seated on the couch, looking up at her. Janeway sat down so she was on eye level with her.
"We found something in the computer" she started slowly, knowing her news would probably upset the already upset girl, "They're messages. From your husband, Leonard McCoy and Spock" She waited for a reaction. But the girl just stared at her blankly, her eyes shiny green marbles.
In a like vein, Star Trek: Voyager and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me.
"Hello"
"Hello" She didn't move away from the door. She looked suspicious of him. Her story had already been released to the command crew so he thought he had an idea of why she would be wary of anyone. She'd be feeling like she couldn't get close to anyone ever again, lest she hop and her heart be ripped out again.
"My name is Tom Paris" he told her with a smile, "I was the one that tripped over you"
"Ah" she nodded with understanding and finally moved away from the door, leaving it open for him. He followed her in and took a look around. She obviously hadn't had the chance to individualize anything yet, so the room was rather standard.
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked, "This thing can apparently make you anything you want, except a good Coke"
"Coke?" Tom asked, looking at the replicator. He found it hard to believe there was anything it couldn't reproduce.
"Coca Cola" she said with a flippant glance, curling herself up on the couch that sat beneath the long window, "It's a soda pop. Soft drink. They stopped making it during the 3rd World War, apparently"
"Well, I'm sure we could program the computer to make it" he said, "Do you have any idea what was in it?" She snorted.
"No idea."
"Computer, search, components, Coca Cola, 20th century drink, soda pop or soft drink" he said into the air. They all tended to look up towards the ceiling a bit when making a request of the computer, unless they were focused on something else.
"Searching" the computer replied and then was silent for a moment.
"Computer download information into the replicator" Tom ordered and crossed to the replicator, on the left side of the room. Deneb slowly got up and crept up behind him, not daring to hope this young man might've just provided her with the means to have a Coke, something she'd been desperately craving for months now. She wondered if her pregnancy had anything to do with such a strong craving.
The computer made a beep, alerting the humans that it had found the appropriate information.
"Computer, a Coke please" Tom said smugly and stood back while the request appeared in the terminal. Deneb's eyes had widened sufficiently to appease him as she approached the terminal. She took the glass in both hands and closed her eyes as she poured the contents down her throat. A little sigh escaped her as she swallowed down the first sip.
"Oh! You don't know how good that is!" she exclaimed, finally opening her eyes, "And it's even in a Coke cup!" Tom regarded the oddly shaped cup with the word "Coke" painted on. Well, as long as it made her happy.
"Well, Tom Paris, against my will you've become my friend" She had the computer refill her cup and then carried it to the couch again. Tom followed and took a seat in a chair.
"Tell me more about these computer archives" she asked, "They have the components of Coke secreted away, what else do they have?"
"Anything you want, almost" he answered. He liked talking about the computers, he had a silly sort of personal pride in them, even though he was a helmsman and not an engineer.
"Well, what about old TV shows, or movies?" she asked.
"Sure, probably" Tom answered. She was very interested in what she could get from her past, apparently, and who would blame her? This ship could give her something she was familiar with at least, like the Coke.
"And books, do you have any of those?" she asked.
"I think every book written from every culture the Federation has ever encountered is in the computer" he answered with a lopsided grin. His humor was lost on her, although he could see she appreciated it, which confused him. She just wasn't in the mood to laugh.
"What about real books?"
"I'm not sure. Most people have a small personal collection" he told her, "I'm sure you could find someone to let you borrow some if you want" he answered thoughtfully. He had a few, four to be exact, but he doubted it was anything she would want to read.
"So, what else is there to do on this ship, then, other than work?" she asked. He wasn't sure what she was asking for. Recreation? A job? He had heard she had told the Captain she didn't want a job. He wasn't privy to the details of her last "stop" but he assumed she'd become rather fond of the crew, after almost a year.
"Well, most people find something to do. The holidecks, of course, provide plenty of distraction" he started, thinking of what others might do for recreation on the ship. To tell the truth, he didn't think there was much time for 'play', not with the constant repairs and stops to re-supply and all the mapping to be done. But a person had to have some off time so he did his best to think of what he did with his.
"What about the arts?" she asked. Ah, this Tom knew the answer to!
"You can get paint and canvas from stores if you want" he told her, hoping this would be something that peaked her interest. She nodded at him, looking down into her now empty glass. He could tell she'd suddenly become disturbed by something. She looked up at him again.
"You kinda remind me of my little brother" she said softly, with a little curve of her lips.
"Really?" Tom tried to sound like he felt honored. From the look of it she had been close to this "little brother." Gods! Did the girl's pain never end?
"His name was David" she told him, but she had turned her attention to the stars and he got the feeling she was more speaking her thoughts out loud than actually talking to the other person in the room, "He was a great kid, for being a little brother and all. He was two years younger than me. He was fourteen last I saw him. He had a penchant for playing tricks on people, especially for their birthdays. He loved April Fool's day, it was the best holiday for him. He just liked to make people laugh, he liked to help people. I wonder what ever happened to him" She sounded like she was speaking about a friend from grammar school that she hadn't been particularly close to, but remembered well. Tom felt bad that she had to separate herself like that. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know if he should say anything. He felt like they'd just had a very intimate conversation, although it hadn't been anything two people just meeting for the first time might not exchange. She was still staring out at the stars, which were zooming by at Warp 2. They had found a suitable planet to re- supply at and they were headed there now.
"Computer, music. 20th century band, the Chieftains. Tears of Stone album, track 12" she suddenly said. A mournful Celtic sound filled the air.
"Wow" Tom said, "You remembered something that specific?" He was surprised, but not very. People remembered detailed things all the time.
"My memory seems to be improving every time I hop" she said, still facing the window. He'd hit a nerve again. Maybe he should just stop speaking. Or maybe he should just go, and leave her with her memories, painful as they were.
Before he could turn the thought into action, a beeping alerted them to someone at the door.
"Come" Deneb called, her voice distant as if she was answering something in a dream that just happened to coincide with reality. The doors slid aside and the Captain entered the room.
"Lt. Paris" she nodded at him. She had a severe look on her face. "Will you please excuse us?" Tom stood.
"I was just leaving anyway" he told her and started out the door.
"Tom?" Deneb's call stopped him. She had turned back around. Her lips curved, just on the right side and just for an instant.
"Thanks for the company" she said. He nodded with a smile and left, feeling like he'd done something to help her and feeling good about it.
When the doors had slid closed again behind Tom, Janeway turned to the girl who was still seated on the couch, looking up at her. Janeway sat down so she was on eye level with her.
"We found something in the computer" she started slowly, knowing her news would probably upset the already upset girl, "They're messages. From your husband, Leonard McCoy and Spock" She waited for a reaction. But the girl just stared at her blankly, her eyes shiny green marbles.