Title: Who  Lives Happily Ever After
Author: Ivan Roman
Email: IARroman@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Code: A; P, K/T 
Summary:  Read it and find out   

Disclaimer:   Paramount owns them. Yes.   

Authors note:First I got the idea for this story from "I don't  have to wonder" by Timothy Hood  Second let me thank Karah for her  beta one day I'll get my Grammar right. Third let me warn you K/T shippers  my friend who ships this couple Pissed me off so I stared writing this. Aside  from that I welcome any and all feedback and or helpful  suggestions. 

    Who Lives Happily Ever  After

I'm dying.  It's not a thought or a  metaphor.  It's a fact. Funny how thing's turn out, but I guess I shouldn't  have expected anything else from my life.It's weird but they say you're  supposed to see your life flash before your eyes before you die.  With me  it's self reflection.

Exactly one year ago today my ex-best friend and  ex-girlfriend got married, only after I caught them having an affair 6 months  earlier.I use to deluded myself into thinking it was my fault; I did  something that drove B'Elanna to find comfort in Harry's arms.  That it was  me and so after awhile I sucked in my pride and dealt with there new found  relationship. I was praying it was all a bad dream that she would come back to  me but it never happened so I had to move on."AHHHHH......."The  pain is unbearable but soon it will be over and I'll be free from all the pain  of this life. I guess it's death but now I have come to realize that what Harry  and B'Elanna did wasn't my fault; it was theirs.A lot of things could be  said about Tom Paris: he's a murderor, Traitor and a screw up.  But the one  thing they can't say is that I played with people's hearts; I never did  that.  NEVER.

Only now do I come to accept that they betrayed me; it  was nothing I did.*Chuckle*Today's their first year wedding  anniversary and instead of Voyager being here at the agreed upon rondaveu site,  they went 6 light years to a Class 4 Proto Nebula so Harry and B'Elanna could  have a nice view and background for their celebration in the messhall. Sure they  left a message buoy telling me where they were but they knew I was flying in  hostile space.But then again I guess I'm not as important as poor Harry  who lost his crew from the other Voyager, he gets my girl and their  sympathy.Well here's my present to them; my death.Life is truly  a bitch; had it been me in his place I would have been castrated for doing that,  No but him; he gets no shit what so over.

"BEEP....BEEP....BEEP.....Life  support will fail in 2minutes........Automated distress call  activated......" came the cold voice of the Delta flyers Computer  system. Good luck getting it through that damn Nebula is blocking  everything from Com to sensors the only way there going to receive it is when  they leave it.Another wave of pain washes over me I can see my vision  starting to fade.  This is it.

But wait! the last thing I see before  I die is a floating Blue hour glass.Why is that so familiar? But I don't  know why.Aren't I supposed to see an Angel with wings and a halo or  something like that?I guess not... next thing I know  

Oblivion?   

To Be Continued