"I Think I'll Keep You"
Tha1n0nlYVoy_Girl:
"I sort of looked forward to get a house of our own when we got back," B'Elanna said loudly, a little blue, as she scrutinized the bare walls in the future bedroom for a suiting place for Miral's bat'leth.
They hadn't gotten any furniture into the rooms yet, only the crib and a few things they could carry right away.
"Yeah, but this trip won't take us another seven years. Besides, it was a too good offer to turn down." Tom had placed the television set in a proper corner in the living room. They had to speak fairly loud to hear one another. "Besides, Miral will spend some of her upbringing aboard a starship."
"But it's not Voyager," B'Elanna sighed and finally hung the sharp weapon on the wall that the crib would be closest to.
"I miss Voyager too. It's a normal reaction. She was our home."
"She was more to me than that. She was a friend to me."
Tom rose from his kneeling position next to the TV, and walked into the room where his wife stood and pondered.
"Of course, you were her doctor. You took care of her heart." Tom walked up close to B'Elanna, and snaked an arm around her shoulders. "That's askew," he commented, eyeing the bat'leth in passing.
"We should get a picture of Voyager to put up somewhere in here." She motioned to the bedroom, and the other three doorways, which posed as the giant mouths of hungry, unknown beasts.
Just as Tom was about to give her his reply, combined with a fresh, growing idea, Miral woke up in the crib. The baby's bed had been hastily placed in the middle of the bedroom floor. These days, child's cry went before anything else.
*
A few hours later, Tom tried out their newly installed replicator unit. He was actually quite satisfied with the result, as the replicator finally seemed to function as desired.
By this time, B'Elanna had gotten her little old bureau from their storage in one of the cargo bays. As usual, when she'd walked through the door, she'd been surprised to meet the airy area she and Tom had been given.
She placed the wooden furniture against a wall, at the head of the crib. She'd also pushed the crib sideways against the wall, directly beneath the hanging bat'leth.
Tom silently walked up behind his wife, who crouching and cursing tried to push a drawer into its proper place. He glanced down at the rumpled sheets in the empty crib, realizing that Harry had offered to take care of Miral for the minutes it took him to walk around a few decks, with the baby in his arms.
"You should have become an interior designer," Tom remarked as B'Elanna stood up to inspect her work. She could be very picky with how she placed things.
She spun around, first unknowing that Tom was there. "I'll be glad when this is over," she muttered and glared at the bureau. "Now we just need something that can stand at the top of this chest of draws."
Unsuspecting, she gave Tom the opportunity to act.
"How about this?" He suggested, showing her a miniature of Voyager. It was only a foot long, but very detailed and exact.
"Did you replicate this?" B'Elanna took the ship in both hands and carefully placed it on top of the empty bureau.
"It's amazing what things there are in the database nowadays."
Tom softly put an arm around B'Elanna's shoulder again, and she idly leaned her head against his.
"It fits there."
B'Elanna smiled, "Miral's going to love it."
"Will you keep it there?" Tom mumbled, suddenly remembering old, crystal clear times aboard the full-scale version of Voyager.
"Yes. I think I'll keep it."
Tha1n0nlYVoy_Girl:
"I sort of looked forward to get a house of our own when we got back," B'Elanna said loudly, a little blue, as she scrutinized the bare walls in the future bedroom for a suiting place for Miral's bat'leth.
They hadn't gotten any furniture into the rooms yet, only the crib and a few things they could carry right away.
"Yeah, but this trip won't take us another seven years. Besides, it was a too good offer to turn down." Tom had placed the television set in a proper corner in the living room. They had to speak fairly loud to hear one another. "Besides, Miral will spend some of her upbringing aboard a starship."
"But it's not Voyager," B'Elanna sighed and finally hung the sharp weapon on the wall that the crib would be closest to.
"I miss Voyager too. It's a normal reaction. She was our home."
"She was more to me than that. She was a friend to me."
Tom rose from his kneeling position next to the TV, and walked into the room where his wife stood and pondered.
"Of course, you were her doctor. You took care of her heart." Tom walked up close to B'Elanna, and snaked an arm around her shoulders. "That's askew," he commented, eyeing the bat'leth in passing.
"We should get a picture of Voyager to put up somewhere in here." She motioned to the bedroom, and the other three doorways, which posed as the giant mouths of hungry, unknown beasts.
Just as Tom was about to give her his reply, combined with a fresh, growing idea, Miral woke up in the crib. The baby's bed had been hastily placed in the middle of the bedroom floor. These days, child's cry went before anything else.
*
A few hours later, Tom tried out their newly installed replicator unit. He was actually quite satisfied with the result, as the replicator finally seemed to function as desired.
By this time, B'Elanna had gotten her little old bureau from their storage in one of the cargo bays. As usual, when she'd walked through the door, she'd been surprised to meet the airy area she and Tom had been given.
She placed the wooden furniture against a wall, at the head of the crib. She'd also pushed the crib sideways against the wall, directly beneath the hanging bat'leth.
Tom silently walked up behind his wife, who crouching and cursing tried to push a drawer into its proper place. He glanced down at the rumpled sheets in the empty crib, realizing that Harry had offered to take care of Miral for the minutes it took him to walk around a few decks, with the baby in his arms.
"You should have become an interior designer," Tom remarked as B'Elanna stood up to inspect her work. She could be very picky with how she placed things.
She spun around, first unknowing that Tom was there. "I'll be glad when this is over," she muttered and glared at the bureau. "Now we just need something that can stand at the top of this chest of draws."
Unsuspecting, she gave Tom the opportunity to act.
"How about this?" He suggested, showing her a miniature of Voyager. It was only a foot long, but very detailed and exact.
"Did you replicate this?" B'Elanna took the ship in both hands and carefully placed it on top of the empty bureau.
"It's amazing what things there are in the database nowadays."
Tom softly put an arm around B'Elanna's shoulder again, and she idly leaned her head against his.
"It fits there."
B'Elanna smiled, "Miral's going to love it."
"Will you keep it there?" Tom mumbled, suddenly remembering old, crystal clear times aboard the full-scale version of Voyager.
"Yes. I think I'll keep it."