*Attention all hands: The USS Voyager will be departing from the station in one hour. All station personnel, please make your way to the docking ports. Crewmembers, please report to stations. Voyager will be departing from Utopia Planitia in one hour.*
Lt. Tom Paris glanced up from the navigational control relays on deck twelve at the announcement, quickly locking down his station and making his way to the nearest docking port. He had chosen to be the one to do the final inspection on the relays for this exact reason.
The closest docking port to main engineering was also on deck twelve, and it was only a few minutes later that Paris caught sight of a petite half-Klingon station engineer making her way toward the exit. Without saying anything, he pulled her aside before she left the ship into a semi-secluded corner off the main route, and held her against the bulkhead with a lip-bruising kiss.
"Aren't you supposed to be making your way to your station?" she asked playfully as they separated.
"I couldn't leave without saying goodbye," he replied with a wide grin. They had said their proper good-byes the evening before, and again that morning before reporting for duty.
She smiled back, tracing his jaw with her finger. "Don't you dare die on me, Flyboy. I'm only getting married once."
His grin widened at the familiar parting words. "Don't worry. I'm not planning on it."
"That's good," she said absently, her eyes still fixed on his jaw, on the faint crescent-shaped scar she left more than a year before. "Because if you did, I'd have to go down to the gates of Gre'thor myself to kill you again." Her eyes traveled up to meet his, and he couldn't miss seeing the worry in those deep brown depths.
"I love you, B'Elanna," he murmured. He bent down to kiss her gently. "I'll see you in a few weeks." He bent down further, kissing her flat stomach. "And I'll see you in a few months."
Torres laughed, pulling him upright. "Idiot," she murmured. "I love you, too, Tom. Hurry back." She gave him a quick kiss and smile, then exited the ship. Just on the other side of the airlock, she turned back and shot him a reassuring smile. He waved in return before turning and heading for the turbolift for his first shift ever as a bridge officer.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed the story! I did have ideas for a continuation of this story from Torres' point of view, but it never got written. Maybe someday. In the meantime, I do have some other stories saved up (actual canon stories, believe it or not, not just my usual AU's), so keep your eyes open for those.