In a Different Light
Disclaimer: I do not own Voyager, or its affiliates. I also do not own the song this is sort of based upon.
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"Come in," Tom said.
"Hey," Harry walked in. He stopped and looked around. "Tom?"
"I'm down here, Harry."
Harry walked around the couch to see Tom lying on the floor.
"What happened to you? Did you take a nasty fall?" he joked.
"It's getting weird."
"What's getting weird?" Harry asked as he took a seat on the couch near Tom.
"B'Elanna. . ."
"Ah, I see." Harry nodded in understanding.
"For a couple of days I was fine, but now, I just can't stop thinking about her. I keep seeing that smile she smiled at me. . . a smile I have never seen out of her before," he looked up at Harry, "And I've seen her smile a lot."
"She was different then."
"No, I don't think she was. I think that was the B'Elanna hiding deep inside her that she doesn't want any one to see- but- wow."
"Tom," Harry said with an edge on his voice. "You have to remember what she said."
Tom looked up again. "She said, 'Careful what you wish for.' Was she just toying with me? Was she being cruel? Or was she being serious and she just wanted me to think she was toying with me." He thought for a moment. "That has to be it. . . Women are devious like that. Harry, women are very devious."
"Tom, I don't think-"
"The way she smiled at me. I saw her in a different light. She was happy, happier than I have ever seen her."
"She had a serious chemical imbalance in her brain!" Harry rationalized.
"I know, but . . . It was different. She was, is, so beautiful and I just want to. . ."
"Do something about it," Harry said absent-mindedly.
Tom looked up once again, "Harry?" he said in a scolding sort of way.
"Not her, but there's always that one girl that is just . . . out . . . of reach," he said nostalgically. He 'snapped back into the real world.' "Maybe this is yours."
"I don't know. . . I hope not."
"Tom, don't think about it."
"I can't not think about it. She was just. . ."
"It's not going to happen, so just let it go and be her friend for a while. It's not going to happen, she's made it clear several times, and hey, if she is ready, you'll be there."
"I don't know. . ."
"Well, you stay here and be miserable. I've got a meeting."
Tom readjusted his hands under his head and smiled. "I don't know."
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