So let's finish up with Harry and B'Elanna's point of view ...

ooo

Harry groaned as the vid chimed to announce a subspace call. All he wanted right now was a shower and a hot meal.

It was probably his mom, and he thought about not answering. But he tried to be a good son, so ...

What he got was a very angry B'Elanna Torres.

"Put that PetaQ on the vid!" she demanded.

"Who? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about Tom. I want to talk to that SOB right now."

"B'Elanna, he's not here. I'm on the Arcadia. See, uniform," he said as he pulled at his turtleneck. "Quarters," he added as he swung the vid screen a bit. "And he's definitely not at my apartment."

B'Elanna visibly deflated. "I'm sorry, Harry … should have realized you forwarded your calls." She looked to be near tears, which scared him.

'What's happened?" he asked. "Is Miral OK?"

"She'd better be," she growled. "I don't hear from that piece of targ shit for two weeks. Today, I get a notice that he's filed for dissolution. He got a court order to take temporary custody of Miral. Apparently, he's afraid I'm going to take her to Q'onoS or something."

She'd gone to the childcare center; the director was sympathetic but firm. "Mr. Paris picked her up this morning. He had a court order, Commander. And he is on the pickup and lunch lists. Actually, he's one of our regulars — comes by nearly every day to have lunch or look in on Miral."

She was stunned: He'd never mentioned it. But of course, he could do that: He had a soft job that allowed him the luxury of lunch breaks.

Harry sat back, shocked. "Whoa! I am so sorry."

"He say anything about this?"

"No ... I mean, I haven't heard from him since we were at the admiral's house. I didn't know anything was wrong until you threw his stuff on her porch."

B'Elanna's face darkened. "Janeway! Don't tell me they were both lying."

Harry put up his hands. "Look, we just dropped her off at Jupiter Station for some meeting. She hitched a ride with us. And as far as I know, she's still with Admiral McKinnon."

He'd met her in the transporter room; they had a quick conversation as he escorted her to his captain's Ready Room.

"That will teach you to stay away from MelShat." she'd teased when he apologized for passing out in her house. She was quiet for a moment. "I did talk to Tom; suggested that he and B'Elanna get themselves together. This isn't good for Miral." She shook her head. "But ultimately, this is between them."

He had the odd feeling that Janeway knew about the divorce, but he wasn't about to mention it.

"Maybe they're with his folks," he suggested, and B'Elanna's face darkened again.

"Maybe. This is the kind of shit his mother would pull. They probably pushed him into this."

Harry wanted to remind her that she did throw Tom out, but thought better of it. "I'm sorry. I don't know any lawyers, but I could ask around."

"It's OK, Harry, I've got a couple of names," she said. "Sorry about this. I'm just frustrated. I'm pretty sure he's been cheating. I just can't prove it."

"Well, we're headed to Denobula; we'll be out for the next three weeks. Maybe when I get back, we can have lunch or something."

ooo

B'Elanna finally signed off, and Harry put his head on the desk. How in the hell did he get in the middle of this? Tom could have said something.

Well, wait: Tom did say something a few months ago. He mentioned that they'd argued over B'Elanna's insistence on taking Miral to McKinley. But those two were always arguing over something ...

He pulled off his uniform and headed to the shower. Dinner didn't sound good anymore. Maybe he'd just get a drink at the Arcadia's lounge.

God, maybe he should apply for that posting on the Willmot. A three-year mission to the Gamma Quadrant sounded really good right now.