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VGR P/T J&P
A/N: Written for the Paris/Torres Logbooks Fanfiction Contest. The challenge was to add the missing Tom Paris scenes to Endgame.
Tom's eyes feasted on the miracle in B'Elanna's arms. They had a daughter. Ten tiny fingers. Ten tiny toes. Perfection. She had her entire future ahead of her, and suddenly that future was in the Alpha Quadrant.
A goal of seven years was accomplished. Voyager was home. But to Tom, Voyager herself was home. He belonged on Voyager as he never had belonged anywhere else, in any quadrant.
He felt a guarded happiness at the ship's triumphant return. Wherever B'Elanna was, that would be his home. He just hoped that didn't mean the Federation penal colony in New Zealand.
Captain Janeway would fight for them, he knew that, but the Maquis weren't out of danger yet. Still, he didn't really expect the worst. What really scared him was the thought of coming face to face with Admiral Owen Paris. His father.
The captain appeared behind him, her hand on his shoulder. "She's beautiful."
"Isn't she?" He never took his eyes off of his daughter, even as sickbay grew crowded. Tom's throat grew tight. Even if his father disowned him forever, Miral would always have a large family.
Days, or was it only minutes, later, Tom was summoned to the ready room. Admiral Paris was on board. Stomach tight, he kissed his wife for luck and strode out into the corridor. He had told himself that his father's opinion wouldn't alter the course of his life, but he couldn't quite make himself believe it.
He wanted Miral to know her grandfather. He wanted his wife to be welcomed into his family. He wanted to be able to look his father in the eye.
Captain Janeway was waiting in the turbolift. "Your father has every reason to be proud of you, Tom. I am."
He met her suspiciously moist gaze. "Thank you, Captain."
"It's been a privilege to have you on this crew. You're a fine officer and a good man."
Anxiety receded to the background. If he had earned Captain Janeway's respect, then he would never have trouble looking his father in the eye.
A teary eyed Admiral Paris swept his son into a bear hug. "Welcome home, my son. Now when can I meet my granddaughter?"
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