|Chocolate and Vanilla
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Rating is PG or PG-13— Some strong
Things can change so fast. So very fast. Elanna sat and watched the rain drip off the window. The heavens were crying it seemed. The petals of the flowers looked wilted under the rain and the ground had small, curving rivers deeply ingrained. The wind howled against the pains of the window and through the trees. It seemed to be whispering, as if it could have held the answer to her mystery, but it was too quiet to hear. It frustrated the hell out of her. As she sat and glared at the water droplets on the window she remembered a saying someone had told her about the rain that had once comforted her. The floors of heaven have holes, where angel's tears give the earth water. She shuddered at the image. Angels weren't an unpleasant thought normally. Yet...could Tom be one now??
Damn plane, damn sensors, damn the world. Why? It was a simple question. Why did the plane disappear? Why did Tom disappear? Why? She began to shake with forlorn anger, not at him, not at the world. Though, in all honesty, she could very well hate both. He was gone. In a second. Forever. It was funny, in that twisted, morose way, how fast your world could shatter. And in such an unexpected way. With so much unsaid. She cursed herself to hell and back for not saying what she had felt before it was too late. She had loved him. With all she could. With all anyone could. And he never knew. Sure they had had their romantic encounters...they had been together. She knew he loved her, cared about her. And she was sure he knew she felt the same way. But that wasn't enough.It just wasn't. She felt more than she could ever say, she knew that. But she hadn't even tried. She was too scared. Like a damn coward. And now he had been reported missing, with the new plane he was flying. God only knew if it crashed, if it blew up, if he died, if he survived. Unfortunately she wasn't God, and she hadn't a shot in hell of knowing. She buried her head in her arms, no longer wanting to watch the rain--the tears of the angels--Tom's tears.
Harry watched her. Discreetly of course, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. His heart went out to her. He had grown to love her as his sister in the past few months she had lived with them. She had become part of his little 'family', and it hurt him to see family hurting. Yet he knew he couldn't help her. Not now. He couldn't even help himself. He had taken a week of leave from the station. Which allowed him to be here for her, and to think. Tom and Elanna had had quite an interesting relationship, he could never tell what they were thinking. But he had known they were in love. Even if they wouldn't admit it, even to themselves. He knew that they had formed a romantic bond, one full of uncertainty and quick decisions. Yet it was one of mutual respect, trust, and friendship. They had had real potential. But Tom was gone now. Gods, that was hard to say. Gone. The happy, exciting, totally insane man who had become like the brother he had always wanted, gone. He had not wanted to focus on his own pain. It was so much easier to focus on hers. As if he had not experienced a loss. But he had. An earth shattering one. He saw people who had lost loved ones to violent crimes, car crashes, accidents...those people hurt with an unimaginable pain. Yet he couldn't help thinking of those who were left unknowing, whose loved ones were missing. The void he could now feel. Others spoke of the hope they must have had, that those who knew didn't. Yet Harry couldn't feel that hope. He only felt an unbearable weight he held on his shoulders. That limbo, that confusion, the want to either see his friend or to have the resolve of wishing him a final goodbye. Yet for now all they could do was wait. Waiting was hell.
The rain had gone away, no doubt to come again another day. She shook her head at the remembrance of the child's rhyme. The sun had yet to show itself, and the dark, heavy clouds still covered the skies. However Elanna was suffering from cabin fever. She hadn't left the apartment since she and Harry had received the call that Tom's plane had left sensors and they couldn't find him. She had sat on the couch, waiting for the call that would let them know his fate. Yet the phone didn't ring for days. She had been going crazy, waiting, watching, hoping, cursing herself, cursing him, cursing planes, wondering, pacing, throwing things against the wall... it had been a slow couple of days. Yet they had flown by for her, she knew every passing moment meant losing more and more hope of his survival and recovery. She had been crawling out of her skin, wanting more than anything to get out and find him herself, no matter what that meant. Harry wouldn't let her, it wasn't her job. Her job was to hope and pray. She wanted to kill him in that moment, even though she knew he was right. Now as she sat there staring out the window, dripping with the cold water that had started to freeze over her heart, she had to get out of that apartment. She looked around the room. Everything reminded her of him. The bowl of uneaten cereal on the table, the sink, the 'family' picture Harry had insisted on getting, every little thing. Every insignificant thing, and they were driving her crazy. She looked over on the counter. A carton of swirled ice cream sat, melting. Chocolate and Vanilla. Mixed into one. She had remembered that conversation. She still thought he was crazy for analyzing ice cream...but in the end it had a quite a sweet meaning. He had brought home the carton of the swirled ice cream and left a note beside it. It was still in her book upstairs. The exact wording eluded her but he had said no matter what they chose, they would always be one. It took her breath away at the time. Yet now as she remebered what that had meant she could get away fast enough. She stood and walked out the door.
Neal watched her walk in. Watched her sit down. In that same old seat, where he had first met her. He knew why she was sad. Few people didn't know about the disappearance. And he sympathized with her. Many people in this part of town had known Tom Paris, had considered him their friend, and were devastated by his absence. Yet he could tell, for her, it was more than that. He had kept up with the two of them, observed them. They were in love, it was obvious. It wasn't very much like a normal relationship. They fought often. Neal had heard it all from Harry when he would leave to escape his roommates' arguments. He also heard from Harry every night he couldn't sleep, again due to his roommates. Harry hadn't found it very amusing, but Neal always got a kick out of it. He guessed none of them in or around Hall 9 Room 12 got much sleep. Not even now, since Tom was gone. Neal doubted she had slept the whole time he had been missing. Neal decided to go over. She really didn't look like she would openly appreciate company, but she was here. And this was his shop, and she was his friend...so she deserved some.
" Hey, Elanna, how ya holding up?"
He spoke quietly as not to startle her. She took her time looking up, feeling
too tired to move. Her eyes held the haunted look of someone who was exhausted
of caring, who didn't want to feel, but couldn't help it.
The sun had begun to show as she
made her way back to the apartment. She thought about what Neal had said.
About everything happens for a reason. For some reason she couldn't stop
thinking about what that meant. There was a reason for the man she loved
to be missing? For her world to be turned upside down and her heart ripped
out? It didn't make sense. Hadn't she endured enough? She pulled out the
key Harry had had copied for her and opened the door. She hadn't told Harry
she was leaving but he hadn't been around when she had left. When Elanna
walked in she immediately saw Harry on the couch, talking quietly with
a small blonde woman. He looked up as she walked in. Harry finished what
he was saying to the woman and then motioned for Elanna to come over.
She knew her sudden departure was
rude but the crying was just too much for her. She hadn't cried since this
had all happened. It just wasn't her. She wasn't ready to do that. She
wasn't so broken that she could let go and cry. The heavens could...but
she couldn't. The sun was fully out as she sat on the window sill of her
bedroom. She had decorated it since she had moved in. Given it just a few
personal touches, mainly at Tom's urgings. Tom's urgings... Gods, she never
realized how much he had influenced her life until he wasn't there.
She didn't remember when she had fallen asleep. But she did remember the tears. She never cried. But she had to then. She now realized she wasn't broken, or weak. Just sad, and lonely. She began to move towards her bathroom. A hot shower would do her good.
Elanna turned the shower to hot and
was beginning to remove her clothes when she noticed there was no towel.
She pulled her sweater back over her head. Leaving the water running she
made her way back into her room. She swore softly as she looked for the
towel. After a good five minutes she plopped down on her bed.
Elanna knew who it was, and what it was about. They had found him. She didn't know how, but they had. She had heard Harry's voice. It was relieved. They knew now that he was found. They had an answer. Yet she heard a note of uncertainty, of fear in his voice. Something, she could tell, had happened to Tom.
Kes Paris didn't know what to think. Her brother was alive. But barely. What was she to do? Go in, when he could very well be on his deathbed, and say her hellos and maybe goodbyes? How could she tell him she was sorry for leaving him alone? For not saying goodbye? And for not contacting him...until it was almost too late? Would he know she cared? Yet in her heart she knew, no matter how hard this would be, she couldn't let him die not knowing these things. She just hoped he would listen. She looked around the apartment. Tom had made quite a life for himself. The apartment glowed with warmth and caring, despite the gloomy air that had pervaded the place in his absence. His pictures, as well as those of his roommates, hung on the walls. The walls themselves were nicely painted, and several old toy ships sat on a shelf nearby. Those she recognized, they had played with them as children, back in the good days. His roommates themselves were good people. Harry she was very impressed with. He seemed to run the place, and he was so very kind. Elanna she could tell was troubled, but a good-hearted person. And, despite Harry's obvious reluctance to tell her, Tom was involved with Elanna. Which, to Kes, made sense.... for some reason she seemed to fit. She just hoped they would have more time to explore their relationship.
She looked at his sleeping form. He was there. Same blonde hair, same fair skin, but she couldn't see his blue eyes. She found she missed them, and the love they held. Harry had come in before her and gotten word on his condition. Kessie had had her turn. She wouldn't tell why but she came out with a grin. Obviously she had found some peace. And she had gone back to the hotel she was at to get some sleep.
Finally Elanna was here, how she
had practised so much patience she didn't know. But while she was out there
she had done a lot of thinking. His condition looked good, which made her
decision that much easier. She loved him, oh gods she loved him.And that
was why she had to leave. She couldn't stay, not after this. He would always
be a pilot, no matter what had happened. And she would always love him.
But she couldn't rely on someone like this. It wouldn't work. It was like
depending on a bed of nails to break a fall. She would get hurt, more than
she had been. He would too. It was time for her to go. Elanna had brought
a bag in her car with her, all that she would need. She was a big girl
now, and didn't need anybody. There would only be hurt and pain. She looked
at him once again. He would be ok. She had to know before she left.
She leaned her head against the wheel.
The traffic going out of this town was impossible. St. Louis was always
backed up. All she wanted to do was get out of this town. Away from it
all, before she could turn around. She had decided to go back to California.
She knew the territory; she could find a place to live. California was
a nice place anyway. Warm, sunny, familiar. It would be good. Good. She
hoped the more she thought it the more she would believe it. She was waiting
for it to work. The traffic started to move.
" Elanna." Tom's blue eyes fluttered open. "Elanna come back." Harry closed his eyes and shook his head. How could he tell him that Elanna had left, when he himself couldn't believe it. Why seemed to be the question on everyone's lips. And Harry had no answer. He couldn't understand it. She had been so happy. They had been so happy. How could she just leave him? Leave them?
Kes stood above her brother's bed, watching him make the long transition into full awareness. They had brought him home yesterday, a good week after he had been found. She had been able to talk to him, though he couldn't really talk back. However, he listened to her, she knew he heard her. And that he forgave her. He was happy to be home. That that anyone could tell. Yet he was beginning to really realize that Elanna wasn't there. This past week he had teetered between awareness and sleep, not really acknowledging much. Now that he was home he was awake more often, noticing more. And she Kes knew that he noticed her absence. Kes honestly didn't get it. Elanna had seemed so happy when they had found him. Though her happiness was tinged by a palpable fear...but hadn't everybody's been? She reached down and stroked the cheek of her again sleeping brother. He was so tired lately, though it was very understandable. If only he could wake up to a happy ending.
Interesting. That wasn't quite the
word to describe the situation. It had been a whole week since Elanna had
pulled out of St. Louis. She’d expected to be back in California by now.
Expected to be trying to get back to normal, or to find a job, or a home.
However she hadn't even left Kansas yet.
Harry sat in the living room holding the family portrait the three of them had taken. It held so many memories. 9 months. She had been there 9 whole, long, wonderful months. Why did she choose to leave now? That had been a popular question to all who had known her. Neal was beside himself at the diner. He had been so relieved when Tom was found, as everyone was, now the town would go back to the way it was before. However it was hardly normal in the house. A million visitors had come in and out, seeing Harry, seeing Kes, seeing Tom, asking about Elanna. Harry answered everytime, I don't know. I don't know where she is, I don't know why, I don't know how, I don't know when she'll be back, I don't know if she'll be back. It was rather like a broken record to him constantly of his now second missing roommate. The biggest question in his mind, now that he had finally realized that, for some reason, she was really gone, was if she was ok. It had been pure luck that she had met Harry at that station. But now she was out on her own again. And it made him nervous as hell. Sure she was a big girl, but even the biggest girls need someone sometime.
She needed something to do. Desperately.
It had been a whole week and she was just out of Lawrence.
Kathryn Ann Janeway sat in the rocking
chair on her little porch. Wasn't life funny? She would have never pictured
herself on this little farm. Seventy-some miles from anywhere important.
It was peaceful though. Every day something new happened. One wouldn't
expect that on a small Kansas farm, but one could never expect who would
roll through, what animal would give birth, whatever God would send. Today
seemed no different as Kathryn watched as a red Volkswagen grew nearer
and nearer. She knew that car. It was so familiar. It ended up Kathryn
was right as the small red car pulled into her driveway.
Elanna felt unbelievably comfortable as she lay on her back in the guest room. She lazily rubbed the dog's head as he sat panting beside the bed. Kathryn had had to go into the fields to talk to someone. Elanna hadn't understood all of the farm lingo she had used. Kathryn had seemed pleased to see her, which made Elanna very relieved. She was worried Kathryn wouldn't even remember her. Lying there in the warm sunlight, on the soft bed, Elanna fell into a very deep sleep.
In her dreams she could see a man.
He was a darkly handsome man. Tall, dark skin, dark hair. Yet the eyes
were what made her go to him. They were her eyes. The same chocolate depths
that she saw in the mirror every morning.
Dinner just didn't taste right to him. Tom put the chicken back on his plate. Maybe it was just a new seasoning, but maybe it was because it was Elanna's favorite meal. He just couldn't eat so he excused himself, leaving Kes, Harry, and Neal to eat. Neal had stopped by to drop off some new recipes to Harry and had ended up staying for dinner. Tom entered his room and picked up the small velvet box. Inside was a small diamond ring, fitted just to Elanna's finger. Made for her. Just for her. No one else. Yet now the question was no longer “Will you marry me?” but, to his heart wrenching dismay, “Will you come back to me?”
Charles was pleased to see the young
woman back with them that evening in the kitchen. She felt right in their
home, though neither he nor Kathryn really knew her. He could tell something
was troubling her, Kathryn knew it too. He waited patiently until the chicken
was all eaten.
"And I just left again. Got in the
car and left. Now I'm here...and that's pretty much it." She looked up
into two pairs of captivated eyes.
Kathryn and Charles were gone again in the morning following breakfast. She wished them goodbye and promised to visit again someday. Yet when they had left for the fields she had continued on her way to California. The highway was particularly lonely that day. Not even the cows would look her way. It was as if she were in a dream, a horrible one, and no one could wake her up. The world seemed faded and unreal. She felt a huge void that was widened with every passing mile. The midday sun beat down hard on the roads. Suddenly thirsty, she stopped off at a familiar gas station. It was the one she had stopped at the last time she was in this part of Kansas.
She went in and saw the same attendant
standing there, as if nine months hadn't passed. He was grinning the same
It wasn't quite morning yet. The
rain clouds that were forming over head blocked out even the earliest rays
of sunlight. Tom was sitting on the first level of the apartment buildings,
right under the canopy. He held her ring in his fingers, toying with its
never ending circle. He watched the rain. It seemed as if the world was
crying with him. But rain also brought new life and new wonderful things.
And it looked as if that was about to happen. He pulled his eyes up from
the spot he had been studying on the ground. And he saw her. Her. He couldn't
begin to believe his eyes. Yet he could feel her presence all the more
in his heart. And while his brain was still trying to piece together the
scene, his heart was steps ahead of him. She got out of the car slowly,
never taking her eyes off him. The dark eyes held such fear and sorrow,
accompanied by a look of hope. He didn't know what his eyes betrayed. He
was so relieved, gods so relieved. Yet he was also nagged by a feeling
of anger towards her. He had been to hell and back, questioned everything
he ever believed in., spent numerous tormented nights plaged by an awful
feeling of sickness and longing. But she just stood there. In the now pouring
rain.… Her dark hair wet and soaked to her head, her shirt dripping, rain
drops falling from her nose and eyelashes.