The Lighting
Lee Fields
As she walked into the room, silence descended upon it. There came quick glances, outright stares, flickering eyes. There was heaviness in the Mess Hall. Emotion projected, fueled, and directed at her. Hatred. Confusion and sympathy were shown on some faces, but they were few. She took her cup from the counter and slowly poured herself a steaming cup of coffee. She was trying to show little concern with their reaction. The vehemence was slowly eroding her armor. She felt sick. She wouldn't be able to stand this. She was falling apart. Captain Janeway left the Mess Hall.
Captain Janeway awoke early that morning. She got dressed, finished some paper work, and even had a bite to eat. A nice Voyager morning. She went to the Mess Hall and was able to sneak to cups of coffee past Neelix. So far, today was shaping out to be pretty good. She was catching the turbolift up to the bridge when Tom Paris caught up with her. "Good Morning Captain." He said as they both entered the lift.
"Good Morning Tom." She replied as he yawned loudly. "Tough Night with B'Elanna?" she smirked.
"Oh I can handle her, but apparently I can't handle my late nights with a pool table."
"Why have you been playing pool so late, nothing I'd have to report I hope."
"No nothing like that, I set up a little pool tournament and I'm in the finals after narrowingly beating the commander. But now I have to face Tuvok, so I've put in a little practice time. The winnings happen to be twenty replicator rations, and I thought it would be nice for B'Elle and me." He smiled softly to himself at the last bit.
"Is it working?"
"Well I've gotten really good at beating myself off." He said cheerfully. Then he realized what he'd said. And his slowly popped out of hiss head. They were both silent for the rest of the ride to the bridge.
"Your candle burns to bright, I am but a moth to your flame." Tom recited as he entered the Captain's ready room.
"What?" She exclaimed, startled.
"Just a bit of Irish poetry, I thought I'd need to come in all charming and knowledgeable after our last conversation." He smirked.
"Very nice Mr. Paris, you completely erased the incident." She said approvingly.
"Well I'm just here to drop the navigation reports and...to ask you a favour."
"Oh?"
"Captain, would you do me the honor of being beaten at game of pool this evening."
"Beat Eh?" She said stepping around from the desk.
"Well I have been practicing, but though winning against a real pro such as yourself would really prepare me for Tuvok." By this time she was circling him, sneering to herself. These were going to be the easiest replicator rations she'd ever won.
"Mr.Paris, you're on!"
In two days she would wish to take back this decision with everything she had.
Lee Fields
As she walked into the room, silence descended upon it. There came quick glances, outright stares, flickering eyes. There was heaviness in the Mess Hall. Emotion projected, fueled, and directed at her. Hatred. Confusion and sympathy were shown on some faces, but they were few. She took her cup from the counter and slowly poured herself a steaming cup of coffee. She was trying to show little concern with their reaction. The vehemence was slowly eroding her armor. She felt sick. She wouldn't be able to stand this. She was falling apart. Captain Janeway left the Mess Hall.
Captain Janeway awoke early that morning. She got dressed, finished some paper work, and even had a bite to eat. A nice Voyager morning. She went to the Mess Hall and was able to sneak to cups of coffee past Neelix. So far, today was shaping out to be pretty good. She was catching the turbolift up to the bridge when Tom Paris caught up with her. "Good Morning Captain." He said as they both entered the lift.
"Good Morning Tom." She replied as he yawned loudly. "Tough Night with B'Elanna?" she smirked.
"Oh I can handle her, but apparently I can't handle my late nights with a pool table."
"Why have you been playing pool so late, nothing I'd have to report I hope."
"No nothing like that, I set up a little pool tournament and I'm in the finals after narrowingly beating the commander. But now I have to face Tuvok, so I've put in a little practice time. The winnings happen to be twenty replicator rations, and I thought it would be nice for B'Elle and me." He smiled softly to himself at the last bit.
"Is it working?"
"Well I've gotten really good at beating myself off." He said cheerfully. Then he realized what he'd said. And his slowly popped out of hiss head. They were both silent for the rest of the ride to the bridge.
"Your candle burns to bright, I am but a moth to your flame." Tom recited as he entered the Captain's ready room.
"What?" She exclaimed, startled.
"Just a bit of Irish poetry, I thought I'd need to come in all charming and knowledgeable after our last conversation." He smirked.
"Very nice Mr. Paris, you completely erased the incident." She said approvingly.
"Well I'm just here to drop the navigation reports and...to ask you a favour."
"Oh?"
"Captain, would you do me the honor of being beaten at game of pool this evening."
"Beat Eh?" She said stepping around from the desk.
"Well I have been practicing, but though winning against a real pro such as yourself would really prepare me for Tuvok." By this time she was circling him, sneering to herself. These were going to be the easiest replicator rations she'd ever won.
"Mr.Paris, you're on!"
In two days she would wish to take back this decision with everything she had.