Disclaimer: Voyager and her crew belong to Paramount
what I chose to do with them is my own.
Authors Note: This one's a touch sad and I might not suggest reading it if
you're depressed.
I walked along the corridor wondering again
had I made the right decision. I knew I hadn't been right before, but was I any
more right this time. This decision was just as hard as the first one maybe I
was all wrong again.
Maybe I should just leave things as they
were. I'll be alone, but I'll get used to it eventually, I suppose.
I enter the observation lounge. He's here. Oh
gods, what do I do?
He turns to and sees me. A half smile flits
across his face, then disappears. I walk over to him, right up close. He
doesn't expect it, he doesn't know how to react. I look in to his eyes.
"Can I say I was wrong?" I ask. He
looks confused.
"Wrong about what?" He finally asks
cautiously.
"We *are* all right." I say softly,
nervously. What if he doesn't want me back. What if...
A smile spreads across his face like a
sunrise, and he pulls me against him in a tight hug. I'm so happy, I feel tears
gathering in my eyes. He see them. "I never would have believed you cried
so much." He teases. I smile a watery smil and bury my face in his
shoulder.
"I missed you." I murmur softly.
He gently pulls back a little for a second
I'm afraid he's going to push me away. "I was right here." He says
softly.
"It wasn't the same."
"I know." He murmers tiping my face
up and kissing me.
It's the most wonderful kiss. Better then I
remember any before, it's sweet warm, it seals our reunion. It completes me...
us.
What we have is special... I know that now. I tried to end it... It fought back. It's interminable. It will never end. I'll never let it go. And a look in to his eyes tells me niether will he.