30x300 by –yannik–
DAY TWENTY SEVEN
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He was waiting for her.
Tom realized he was getting restless, because he knew Captain Janeway would come back this day. She's been visiting every day lately, so why not today?
Why not now?
Right now!
But she made him wait. Or maybe these were his own expectations? He felt like a kid at school, longing for his lovely history teacher.
Kathryn Janeway finally entered and Tom's heart raced. Her blonde hair flowing around her cheeks, her pale lips smiling. Was she smiling? At him? Or was it only his imagination?
She dismissed the guard with a single motion of her palm. She had the power.
"Kathryn" he welcomed her, before he gave himself a chance to think.
"It's still Captain, Ensign" she stated, and he realized she was not smiling.
And then everything crumbled.
He choke, bowed, sank to his knees.
"Let me out" he cried. "Let me out now, please, I can't bear this any longer. Please, I can't, please, I beg you…"
"Tom" she was surprised, uncomfortable, but it was nothing for him.
"Please, please, please…"
"Mister Paris! Compose yourself! You're an officer!"
He looked up. The Captain touched his elbows, helped him rise. They stared in each other's eyes, and Tom thought he's thankful she didn't mention he was an officer's son. A heir of a long line of noble Starfleet officers.
"Let's sit down.
"Tom, I can't let you out now. There isn't much time left, and you can handle that. I know you can, you're strong. If I broke the rule now, you would regret that in a few weeks, when emotions subside. I'm breaking the rule already, by being here, but that's enough. You're strong. You'll handle."
"If I must..."
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t.b.c.