The Voyager Missing Scene Series
Episode 1x07 – Eye of the Needle
Disclaimer: All things Star Trek belong to Paramount and CBS. I'm just writing the bits that TPTB seemed to have missed.
Note: This is the missing scene at the end of the episode, after Tuvok reveals that Telek R'Mor passed away in 2367.
Tom Paris was starting to wind down his shift when the captain and Tuvok returned to the bridge. He turned to make a light remark, but it died on his lips when he took saw them. The security chief was his usual, implacable self, but Janeway had the distinct look of someone who was fighting hard to keep her emotions in check. Tom glanced over at Chakotay, thinking maybe he knew what was going on, but he didn't seem to be any more enlightened than the pilot.
Without a word, Paris turned back to his console, looking over all the information that he would need to impart to Ensign Baytart when he showed up to relieve him. His eyebrows lifted in surprise when he saw a text-only message from B'Elanna Torres marked 'Tonight' in the subject line. Curiosity getting the better of him, he opened it and read her single line: Sandrine's would be a good idea tonight.
Puzzled over her cryptic message and wondering why she felt it important enough to actually contact him, Tom was startled when Pablo Baytart came up behind him and asked, "Anything I should know?"
Quickly smoothing over his surprise, he turned to face his replacement. "We're back on course for the Alpha Quadrant. No sign of any upcoming systems or anomalies to be steered around." Getting onto his feet, he stepped aside as Baytart sat down. "Keep an eye on the aft thrusters on the port side. They've been having intermittent issues with the power input, but Engineering's been sort of sidetracked the last few days, so just let them know if you see any power fluctuations."
Checking his readouts, the ensign nodded his acknowledgement. "I'll do that. Have a good night, Tom."
As B'Elanna had requested, Tom started up the Sandrine's program after dinner, and there were quite a few people who came for a drink and some downtime. Harry was conspicuously absent from the mess hall, and as they racked up for another game of pool, B'Elanna told Tom about what had happened in the transporter room. Shaking his head, he knew that his friend would be taking it hard, but figured that he would eventually turn up. But by midnight, it was obvious Harry was in hiding.
On his way to his quarters, Tom stopped at Harry's door and rang the chime a few times, but never got an answer. Eventually, Tom called to him through the door, "Harry, I know you're in there."
After a few moments, the doors slid open to admit him. The room was dark, the only light on coming from a fixture imbedded in the bulkhead above the couch. Harry, however, was seated in an armchair just outside the illuminated area, still in uniform and decidedly unhappy. "Why didn't you show up tonight?" Tom asked him as he stepped around in front of him.
"For what?" Kim asked in a tired voice.
"Sandrine's. B'Elanna thought it would be a good idea to pick up everybody's spirits." Seeing that Harry wasn't really listening to him, Tom folded his arms across his chest and added, "Ensign Ballard was looking for you." When mention of Harry's academy crush didn't get its intended reaction, Tom frowned deeply. "Harry?"
Harry suddenly looked at him, his entire body reflecting defeat. "Huh?"
"I'm fine," he answered a little too quickly. Tom's unflinching gaze unnerved him before long. "It's my fault."
It was the last response that Paris had expected. "What's your fault?"
"That people needed cheering up."
Tom was rather taken aback. "What are you talking about?"
"That stupid wormhole!" Harry leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he absently pulled at his fingers. "I wish I'd never found it."
"Harry, nobody's blaming you…"
"I should have known from the phase variance issues!" Harry slammed his hand down on the arm of his chair as he angrily jumped to his feet. Tom watched him pace from one end of the room to the other, but didn't say anything. Guilt was radiating off him, and he needed to let this out. "I got everybody's hopes up! I'm the one that found that wormhole! And every time it looked like something wouldn't work, I had to come up with a solution. Then somebody else comes up with an idea, and I run with it. All I wanted was to get us home. And all I did was make them miserable!"
"Them? Or you?"
Harry whirled around to stare at him, his jaw dropping. "What do you mean?"
"I know how bad you want to get home," Tom explained as he sank into the chair his friend had abandoned. "And this looked like the perfect way, but it didn't work. And now, you're punishing yourself rather than dealing with your disappointment."
"You don't understand," Harry countered. "This would have let my folks know that I'm okay. They think I'm dead!"
"It's only been a few weeks. Right now, we're just late getting back from the Badlands."
Harry started pacing again, shaking his head. "No, I know my mother. She'll know something has happened." He paused when he reached the far end of the room, then turned to lean against the wall, whatever fight he had slipping away when he thought of her. "I can't imagine what they're going through right now." There was a hitch in his voice that stopped him for a moment before he murmured, "God, I miss them."
Despite his usually callous nature, Paris couldn't help but feel for the younger man. It also gave him a pang of jealousy – he'd been estranged from his family for so long that he didn't have that kind of attachment to them. A small part of him, despite all the anger and hurt in him, wished that he could. "I know you do."
They were silent for a while, each lost in their own thoughts. Harry eventually broke it when he wondered, "Do you think we'll ever get home?"
Tom drew a heavy sigh. "I don't know." He then decided to try and cheer his friend up. "But I do know someone that will never quit trying."
Harry smiled just a little. "Captain Janeway."
"No, Harry. You."
Eyes that had been cast down on the floor suddenly snapped up in surprise. "Me?"
"You found the wormhole," Paris explained. "You figured out that R'Mor was scanning us from the other side. You, more than anybody, were willing to abandon the ship here and transport twenty years into the past just to get home." He couldn't help but grin. "If anybody can figure out a way to get us back, you can." Tom could see that he'd gotten through to him, so he got up and clapped a hand on Kim's shoulder. "Come on. Let me buy you a drink."
Harry considered it for a moment. "Yeah, okay. Sure."
As they started to head out into the corridor to go back to the holodeck, Tom told him, "You know, if word of this ever gets back to Earth, you and B'Elanna should be nominated for a Dyson Fellowship."
Tom chuckled. "For beaming a Romulan here all the way from the Alpha Quadrant. That's no small feat, you know."
Harry shook his head, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "We were just doing our jobs."
"Harry, Harry, Harry…" Tom chided, clapping his friend on the shoulder once again as they stepped into the turbolift. "You've got a lot to learn about taking credit for your work." And for the next couple of hours, in his own way, Tom served as Harry Kim's counselor, helping him to find a way past his disappointment and back to the hopeful, eager young ensign they'd all come to value, while at the same time helping him start to accept that they might, in fact, never make it home.