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Chapter 4 - Coming Home
Owen Paris wiped the tears from his eyes as he returned his wifeís warm embrace.
It had been over seven years since
he had seen his son. He had not attended the hearing when Tom was caught
fleeing the Maquis base, but he had gone to the sentencing. Tom, his youngest
child, had been sentenced to ten years at the Aukland Penal Colony in New
Zealand. Hurt and anger fought in his mind as Tom was led out of the court
room. The guards stopped in front of him and Tom had pleaded for forgiveness.
The anger had won out and Owen told Tom that he had no son.
"He forgave me." Owenís voice barely
a whisper as he clung to his wife.
"Of course, he did, dear. He loves
you and he knows that you love him." Elizabeth gently gave her husband
a kiss as their eldest daughter, Moira rejoined them in the study.
"Oh, Mom! He looks happy and so proud.
BíElanna looks beautiful and you could see how much she loves Tommy." Moira
burst out. She thought back to the last time she had seen her younger brother
looking so happy and proud..........
The kitchen door swung open and suddenly
Moira felt herself being lifted off the floor by the strong arms of her
brother. "Tommy, put me down, right now!" She demanded. She turned around
as he lowered her to the floor. His face was flushed with excitement and
his blue eyes sparkled.
"I got it, Sis. Iím going to be posted
to the Enterprise!" Tom exclaimed as he grabbed her and spun her around.
He lowered her to the floor after
she flashed him Ďthe lookí. She had been able to control Tomís behavior
since he was a toddler by simply glaring at him. "I thought that they didnít
announce the postings for another two weeks?" she questioned.
"They donít but I just spent three
hours with Commander Will Riker. He had me flying simulations at Starfleet
Headquarters. He said that not only was he impressed by my Academy records
but that he had never seen such inventive flying from a cadet before. He
said that he would definitely recommend my posting to Captain Picard."
Tom grinned at his sister as he flopped onto a chair at the kitchen table.
His face shone with the pride in his flying abilities. Tom knew he was
talented although he never boasted about his abilities.
"Tommy, thatís great. I know how
much you wanted to be on the Enterprise. Captain Picard is a great teacher.
He spoke at my school several years ago about archeological digs. Did you
know that he enjoys the past almost as much as you do?" Moira questioned.
"Yes, Iíd heard that too. Weíll have
lots we can talk about when Iím on the bridge. I canít believe that Iím
going to get the chance to pilot the Enterprise." The joy and eagerness
was apparent in Tomís voice.
Moiraís thoughts returned to the
present as she remembered sadly how Tomís dreams had crashed. Admiral Paris
did not want anyone at Starfleet to accuse the Captains of favoritism due
to his high position at Headquarters. He had transmitted an order to Jean-Luc
Picard to refuse Tomís posting on the Enterprise. Tom had instead been
posted to the Exeter which had been sent to a temporary base at Caldik
Her parents were still clinging to
each other, overwhelmed by the experience they had just shared. She quietly
approached them, not wanting to intrude. "Daddy, we have to get going.
You promised to drop me off at the Mars transport station on your way to
Starfleet, remember?" She needed to catch the transport for her archeological
dig on Vulcan. She had taken a leave of absence when her sister, Kathleen
had gone into labor. Now that the twins were here and she had gotten a
chance to talk with her brother, she had to return to her work.
Owen gave his wife one more hug as
she gently wiped the last of the tears from his face. He stood up, walked
into the front hall, and picked up his daughterís travel case. "Letís go."
he said in a voice gruff with emotion. Turning to Elizabeth he smiled.
"Iíll be home for dinner." ĎHome. When was the last time Tom had been home.í
Owenís thoughts turned back to the last time his son had been in their
Owen stood in the doorway blocking
Tomís entrance into his home. "I told you at the hearing. I have no son.
Youíve disgraced our family. You donít deserve the name Paris." he sternly
crossed his arms in front of him.
"But, Dad. I have nowhere else to
go." Tom pleaded with his father. He had not anticipated being cashiered
out of Starfleet. He had come forward and told them the truth about Caldik
Prime and he had been forced to resign his commission. He was out. He would
no longer fly. Now, his father would not let him come home.
"Where you stay is not my problem
any longer." Owen looked away, his eyes flashing a steel blue-gray.
"At least let me get some of my clothes."
Tom asked quietly.
"I want you gone in one hour." Owen
turned without looking and entered his study. He didnít see his sonís face
turn ashen. He didnít hear the whispered.
Owenís thoughts were brought back
to the present by Moira calling him to hurry into their transport. Tom
had packed and left in less than the hour granted him and had never set
foot in their family home again. He wondered if his son would ever feel
The past nine weeks had been relatively
quiet in the Delta Quadrant. Tom had been able to introduce BíElanna to
his other sister, Kathleen, and his new niece and nephew when he received
her call three weeks ago. The two women compared notes on pregnancies and
BíElanna got some tips on how to survive childbirth. They seemed to hit
it off quickly. Kathleen even regaled BíElanna with tales of Tomís childhood
escapades, much to his embarrassment.
Tom sat at the helm, still shaken
from the close encounter with the Borg cube. Once again, they were so close
to getting home, only to be thwarted. The nebula was filled with worm holes,
one of which had to lead back to the Alpha Quadrant. Unfortunately, it
was also filled with Borg cubes. Tom stifled a yawn unsuccessfully. He
and BíElanna had been up since 0400 with another occurrence of false labor.
This was the fourth time in under two weeks. He agreed with his wife. He
wanted the baby out now.
The Captain smiled at her helmsman.
Chakotay had informed her of the latest early morning trip to sickbay.
She had even entered the baby pool. The quiet on the bridge was broken
by Tuvokís announcement about the Tachyon emissions indicating a temporal
rift. They picked up weapons fire from the other side of the rift which
appeared to be Klingon.
Tuvok announced. "Thereís a vessel
coming through the rift."
"Klingon?" Chakotay asked.
"No. Federation." Came Tuvokís puzzled
They were hailed and soon were face
to face with an Admiral whose gray-blue eyes appeared familiar. She ordered
them to close the rift and then looked down at the bridge crew and calmly
announced. "Iíve come to bring Voyager home."
On a rather ordinary day, Owen Paris
reported to Starfleet Headquarters. There, in a room full of high ranking
officers, he spoke with Reginald Barclay. They watched the viewscreen as
a wormhole opened up.
"What the hell is it?" Owen demanded.
Reg answered. "Itís a transwarp aperture.
Itís less than a light year from Earth."
Owen ordered every ship in the area
to converge on the wormholeís coordinates and to use whatever force was
necessary to stop the Borg.
They all watched as the Borg cube
exploded and a small shape emerged from within.
Suddenly, Voyager was before them.
Owen hailed them and was soon looking at the bridge crew. He glanced down
at the helm and cobalt blue eyes met cobalt blue eyes. Tom looked away,
overcome with emotion.
And, on a rather ordinary day, Owen
Parisís son, his youngest child, came home.