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

Title      :   Who Lives Happily  Ever After
Author   :  Ivan Roman
Contact :  IARroman@hotmail.com
Series    :   Voy
Rating   :     PG
Code:    :   J,C,T,Tu,Doc,7,K,P,Sisko and Slight  P/7
Part      :   2/?  
NEWDate     :   3 October 1999   
Summary:  The Crew's thoughts to Tom's Apparent Death   

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 you may want to read it, if you need to find it  e-mail me andi'll tell you were you can.  Second let me thank Karah for  her beta one dayI'll get my Grammar right again. and to Jenn for the  Feedback. Aside from thatI welcome any and all feedback and or helpful  suggestions.   

Who Lives Happily Ever After-Part 2       

Janeway walked over to her couch wrapped in a thick cotton robe she had  andsank down into her couch, idly staring out her view port at the  starsstreaming by at high warp before she turned to the sall computer  counsel infront of her.   

Computer begin Janeway Personal Log Supplemental:   
Today had to be one of the worst days of my life. After an extensive  
search I had to declare Ensi.... Correction, Lt. Thomas Eugene Paris 
killed in  the line of duty.   We held the memorial a little while ago; 
I don't know how I made it,  Thank God for  Chakotay. If it wasn't for 
him I would have broken  down in front of my crew instead of my 
quarters.   I have to get this off my chest if I don't it will drive me 
crazy, but  it's my fault Tom's dead. Chakotay tells me not to blame 
myself, it was a  routine supply run even though Tom had to fly through 
Ge'Him space.  We  didn't detect any of their ships anywhere in this 
sector. So it was supposed  to be safe. I should have followed my gut; 
it told me something was wrong,  but I ignored it.   

Then Harry came in with his request about the proto nebula.  "A  
greatbackground View for the party," he said.  I had to fight my gut  
telling me something was going to happen, but I chalked it up to  
nerves.  We haven't see nor detected any Ge'Him ships for days, what did  
I have to worry about?   Now in retrospect I wish I had listened to my 
gut.  I should have  ordered astrometrics  to sweep the sector again. 
 Made sure it was  clear before we moved to the nebula.  Better yet, I 
should have waited  for Tom to get back, butI thought the idea of the 
nebula as a backdrop for  the party was a good idea. So did everyone 
else.  Oh God, how wrong was  I.   

Janeway wrapped her robe around her tighter for some reason it felt  cold.Sinking deeper into her couch, she continued to gaze at the stars.    ======^======^======^======^======^======^======^======^======^======^ 

  Chakotay had just put the last candle in its place and lit it. Moving  overto his desk to retrieve his meditation stone he decided to stop and turn  onhis computer   

Computer First Officers Personal Log StarDate 56743.2   
Today was Tom's memorial service Kathryn almost lost it but I manage   
tohelp her through it; I took up the duty of speaking at his wake.    
It's weird but I can't help keep thinking he's alive and the fact that   
therewas no body on the shuttle doesn't help matters. I'm going to  
consult  myspirit guides about this to help me through this. It's true  
Tom and I  werenever really close but over the years we have formed a  
friendship. I'm  goingto miss the way he can bring a glimmer of hope to  
a dire situation when  allseems lost with a simple little joke.   I'm  
going to have to also look in on B'Elanna and Harry later. I know   
thatthey haven't been friends with Tom in a long time; Tom's kept a  
strictlyprofessional relationship with them ever since he found out 
about  the two ofthem, But regardless they still thought of him as a 
friend.   Right now, however, I'm more concerned about Seven. Nobody but 
the Doc  andmyself noticed how she was taking the situation. When the 
searching for  Tombegan she got almost no sleep. She was pushing herself 
to find him.   I have been aware for sometime that Tom and Seven have 
been spending a  lotof time together, even thought they kept it 
extremely quiet.  When I  askedthem about it they said they didn't want 
people getting the wrong idea  aboutthem. I still remember what Tom said. "With my luck that's what  they'llthink." I could understand what 
he meant by that. When I had just  found outabout them Vorik had just 
died, and I have to admit that thought  did crossmy mind. I should have 
known better.   

Chakotay turned his computer off and went to the small display of items  
hehad just laid out. He knelt down in front of them and proceed to relax  
andtry to contact his guides for advice and guidance through this time 
for  himselfand this ship.   

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The Doctor sat at his desk finishing up a few reports before beginning  
hislast one.   

Continue Doctors Log StartDate 56743.2   
I completed my medical evaluation Of Seven of Nine. Physically she  
checksout fine for someone in her condition, but emotionally I fear she 
may  notfair so well.   After Vorik died she was a wreck then. When she 
started to associate with  Toma lot more, I was hoping with there 
friendship she would start allowing  herhumanity to come through again, 
and I was pleased to see that was  happening.   Yet again I didn't see 
the whole picture. For that matter I think no  onedid. After the 
services Seven retreated to Tom's cabin and has yet to  leave.I still 
have no idea as to the extent of there relationship, but if I  haveto go 
with the evidence I know I have......Regardless of this I must  
informthe captain.

End Medical Log   

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 B'Elanna had been debating what to do since she had got back to her  
quartersclutching the fabric in her hands she walked over to her 
computer  consoleand turned it on.   

Computer Personal Log B'Elanna Torres-Kim supplemental    ................................Log Active. You may begin recording  atanytime...........................  

"I can't do this, Computer *Sob* End Log"   B'Elanna brought the shirt 
she took from Tom's quarters up to her nose  andbreathed in his scent.  
After taking off her own shirt, she put it  on. Shewalked over to her 
couch and curled up into a ball inhaling as much  of theshirt's scent as 
she could before falling asleep.   

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Seven pulled the covers over her and wrapped them tighter. She  
gazedblankly at the computer console next to the bed for a good 10 
minutes  beforeshe decided what she was going to say.   

Computer begin Personal Log Seven Of Nine.   I lost Tom today. He was my 
best friend. He was there for me when  Vorikdied; he helped me to accept 
his death, and move on. He helped me to  functionagain.   Contrary to 
what is going to be popular belief Aamongst the crew, Tom and  Iwere 
never more than friends.  Aside from our one night together we  had 
nodesire to see each other romantically, but that I fear is not how  
otherswill view our relationship.   Soon the crew will know I'm pregnant 
with Tom's child. I have yet to leave  hisroom; the doctor had to come 
here and examine me he came shortly  afterLt. Torres-Kim came, saw me and just left.  I meant to ask her what  she wasdoing here but was 
unable to ask her as she left to fast.   Something has just come to my 
realization; I don't know how I will react  withTom gone. He helped to 
adapt to situations as they arose, helped me  tounderstand the proper 
way a person should act. *CHUCKLE* He often told me  I was some times too direct. I will....I... I miss him.   

Seven pulled up her leg's closer to her body and looked out the view  
portover Tom's bed at the stars streaming by as another. Tear left her 
eye,  shemoved her hand to her face and wiped up the tear then looked at 
it  andmumbled "Curious."   

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  Tuvok sat behind his desk and put the last of the pads down.   

Commputer Countinue Chief Officers Log StarDate 56743.3   

Today was the memorial of Lt. Paris. The captain had reinstated his old  
rank.When I asked her why she simply said it was the right thing to  do. 
  On a more personal note I'm finding unsettling that I can not accept  
Mr.Paris death, the absences of his body do not help matters. Even 
thought  thedoctor has assured us that the amount of blood found in the 
Delta Flyer  canleave no room for argument I still find myself wondering 
if he is  alive.After all I have seen him survive things that would kill 
most humans.  Forthis reason alone I'm leaving this case unsolved.   

End Log   

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  Personal Log Harry Kim   
I....I don't know what to say. I mean, what can I say? We haven't been  friendsfor a long time. Sure we were civil to each other, but we weren't  friendsanymore, not since B'Elanna chose me. I can't say I'm sorry for that;  I loveB'Elanna and she loves me. So why right now do I feel guilty?

End  Log   

Harry turned off the computer and quietly walked into his bedroom,  carefulnot to wake B'Elanna where she had fallen asleep on the couch.   

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Tom Paris awoke in plane of white that stretched out in all directions.  
Whenhe started to get his bearings he noticed his head be cradled.   
When he lookedup, he saw a beautiful African women stoking his for head. 
She  was lookingdown him with such caring.   

"Where am I?"   

"You are with us."   

"Who are you?"   

"I am Sarah."   

"Why am I here?  For that matter, where is here?"   

"You are here because we felt your pain and knew the time was at  hand."   
"And as for where you are your at the Celestial Temple."   Tom was 
startled by the new voice. He blotted up right to face the new  voice.He 
was shocked to be looking at the face of Commander--no, correction,  4 
pips--Captain Sisko of Deep Space 9.   It was then as Tom was getting up 
that he notice the strip in his wrist  cuffof his uniform, then instead 
of the red shoulders and bluegray shirt  he noticed them reversed with 
the shoulders of his uniform now ribbed  andbluegray, his shirt now 
maroon in color.  Before he could think to  ask Siskospoke up.   "I see 
you notice your new uniform, I thought you would like the  
updated version"   

"Yeah, thanks. I have to say it looks better than the old one." Tom gave
them a nervous smile.  "So, could one of you tell me what's going  on?" 
  "Sure. You're dead."   

To Be Countinued