Author's Note: 50 Reviews!!! Yippie! Thanks everyone! Weeee! So I'm a little busy with a Harry Potter fic that popped into my mind yesterday, and there was insane demand for another chapter, so this one's going to be a bit short. I wasn't sure where to go with this, so I just took it up after the party. This just might be a PT filled chapter, but you'll have to read to find out! evil grin thanks to all the faithful, you know who you are! Don't forget to R&R, wow 50 reviews! JJJJJJJJJ
As they walked their separate ways that evening she could not help but smile at the wonderful time they had. Things could not have been more perfect. She had stopped caring about Chakotay for a few moments, but as she looked back on the evening she could tell that she had made him jealous, or at least she hoped she had. As the door to her quarters swished and she walked into the room, she found a rose sitting on the table. She hoped it was from Chakotay, and as she approached the table she felt her heart beat faster.
She took a deep breath and felt her hands shaking in anticipation, and as she lifted the flower to find a note, she felt a sharp twang of disappointment. "B'Elanna" the note read, "Thank you for a wonderful evening. Paris". She was a bit surprised that he had not even mentioned the plot they had created, and to be honest, she was actually grateful. She had never expected something nice to come out of Paris, actually she didn't expect much from him, but more and more she was beginning to see he was more humane than he let on. She had to fight harder and harder to continue to hate him and she was loosing that battle quickly.
He hoped that she liked the flower, after all he had such a wonderful time with her, such a great time in fact, that he lost all interest in the Captain for a few moments. He felt it was only necessary to thank her, despite the fact that she might think that he was a disgusting pig who used women. He just wanted to be nice to her, which was not something he normally did. Sure it was a stretch, he had to try very hard to remember her first name, and to keep the note free of sexual innuendo, or he knew, there would be a large amount of pain in his future.
Sure he feared her temper, but after tonight he had realized she was capable of actually having fun, more so than Tuvok at least. He knew there was a great deal of love lost between them, after all she was obviously infatuated with that oaf Chakotay and he wanted the Captain more than anything, but it seemed only fair to give the Klingon a chance, and so he had beamed her a flower. It was a simple token, but he felt his heart slowly melting for the ice queen herself. The harder he tried to hate her; he began to realize that she was more human than she let on sometimes. Maybe she wasn't such a nightmare after all.