Those Saturdays, Just You and I
"That boy is trouble," her father warns.
"Is that what you think," Kathryn retorts, "or what Admiral Paris thinks?"
He doesn't answer, doesn't look up from his PADDs. War, ever-looming, eclipses family.
Later, tiptoeing past her parents' bedroom, Kathryn feels righteous in her rebellion. Down the hall, deftly skipping the creaky stair; through the back door and across the yard to the willow tree, against which a tall figure leans, languorous under the half-moon's light. Only now does her heart pick up its pace.
As she nears, Tom extends a hand.
She doesn't hesitate. And she never looks back.
PARIS: You sneaked out of your house? Where were you going?
JANEWAY: I'll have to leave that to your imagination, Lieutenant.
PARIS: Can I take a few guesses?
3.04 The Swarm