And This Is His Story
By Zappy Zaps
Summary: AU At age five Tommy
Paris’ life takes an interesting turn when he is separated from his family.
Rating: PG-13 (not this part, but
the later ones)
Author’s Note: Thanks to Brigid
for beta reading this story!
Little Tommy Paris was so excited.
Today, November 9th, was his birthday and he was turning five. His
parents were throwing a party for him. Some of his friends from kindergarten
where coming and the children of some other Starfleet captains, commanders
and admirals. It was a busy day for the adults. Trying to keep
so many children in line for hours was never an easy job. Owen and
Emily Paris breathed a sigh of relief once the last person had left.
Now all they had to do was clean up.
Tommy was playing with his
new toys. His favourite was the model of a galaxy class Starship.
He pretended that he was the pilot and they were trying to get away from
the bad aliens that where coming after him. While he was playing
he remembered what his father had said to him months before.
“Daddy!” Tom yelled and ran
to the kitchen looking for his father. He wasn’t in the kitchen “Daddy!”
Tom yelled again and ran to the living room where he found his father clearing
some of the glasses the guests had used.
“Yes, what is it?” Owen
asked his son.
“You promised that we would
go to the Academy so that I could fly!” Tom reminded him. Tom
had been interested in things that flew since he was two and the interest
had not abated over the years. Owen had promised him that they would
go to the academy flight simulators when he turned five. He thought
that Tommy would have forgotten but he hadn’t. Owen sighed.
“Yay!” And Tommy ran away
to go spread the good news to his mother and sisters before Owen could
even finish his sentence. Owen smiled and shook his head.
“Tommy go away!” Owen
could hear Moira yelling at her little brother. Being eight years
older than Thomas, she found him to be more of an annoyance than anything
else. Tommy never got tired of bothering his sisters. Kathleen
was the second oldest and was six years older than Tommy.
Tommy got his wish and a few
days after his birthday he and his father went to the Academy Flight Simulator.
Tom was a surprisingly good pilot. He had an amazing talent. His
abilities quickly made him a hot topic of discussion and Tommy became somewhat
of a child prodigy.
Tommy always wanted to go
to the flight simulators to try a new program. Owen had just come
home from a bad day at the office and just wanted to relax. As soon
as Tommy saw his father he went over and started asking him about going
to the simulators again. Tommy was babbling about all the things
he wanted to try and didn’t notice that his father was not in a good mood.
When Owen yelled at him, Tom was startled. He silently looked at
his father for a few seconds and then scurried away.
Owen exhaled deeply and looked
down at his feet. He hadn’t meant to yell at Tommy. He felt
a hand on his shoulder and looked into his wife’s compassionate eyes.
“I’ll go talk to him,” Emily said softly and kissed her husband on the
cheek. She walked away and went to find her son.
Emily knew where to find Tommy.
And as always she was right. Up the stairs and down the hall was
a sitting room with a large bay window. Tommy would sit there and look
at the stars whenever he was troubled. Sitting in front of the window,
gazing heavenward, was Tommy. The soft light from the stars and moon
glinted off his hair creating a golden halo on his head.
“Tommy,” Emily walked over
to where Tom sat. He looked up at her and a soft smile came over
his features when he saw who it was. She sat down close to him and
pulled him inter her lap.
“Hi, Mommy,” he said softly.
He leaned against her and she ran a comforting hand through his soft hair.
They sat there together, looking out at the stars for a while before Emily
announced that it was his bedtime. Tom yawned, snuggled closer to
his mother and closed his eyes. Emily stood and picked up Tommy at
the same time. Turning around she began walking. Tom had opened
his eyes and looking over her shoulder with sleepy blue eyes he gazed at
the stars again. “One day, Mommy, I’ll be up there.”
“One day.” She whispered to
the child who was already asleep in her arms. “But not today.”
She put him to bed. A few hours later the house was silent.
Each person in bed and sleeping, or trying to sleep. In the master
bedroom Owen tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Emily moved in her
sleep trying to get more comfortable. Owen carefully slipped out
of bed and crept towards the children’s rooms. Tommy’s room was the
was the closest one to the master bedroom. Owen looked in expecting
to see his son fast asleep but instead he found an empty bed.
Tommy was standing at his
window flying his toy Starship against the starry backdrop of the sky.
Owen just stood there and listened for a minute. Tommy was whispering
orders out like he was the Captain of the Starship. Owen smiled.
Only five and he was already Captain material. Tommy would be a Captain
someday, it was in his blood.
“Tommy,” Owen decided
to make his presence known.
“Daddy!” Tommy said
turning around quickly.
“You should be in bed.”
Owen said softly.
“I had a bad dream.” he said,
looking down at the toy ship in his hands. Owen frowned. Usually
Tommy would come to him when he had a bad dream. “I didn’t want to
bother you.” Tom continued softly knowing that he would have usually gone
to his father for comfort but he hadn’t that night. Owen walked over
to Tom and crouched down so that they were on the same level.
“Tommy, I’m sorry I yelled
at you.” Owen apologized. “I’ll take you to the simulators on Sunday.”
“Promise?” Tom asked
Owen smiled, “I promise.”
Tommy returned the smile and hugged his dad. It didn’t take much
to make children happy. “Come on. You have to go to bed.” Owen
picked up his son and carried him to the bed. Tommy snuggled into
the sheets as Owen tucked him in.
“ ‘Night Daddy.” Tommy
whispered and closed his eyes.
“I love you.” Owen whispered.
Owen got up and was making his way out of the room when he heard the sleepy
“Love you too.” He smiled
and left the room. After making a stop in each of the girls’ rooms
to check on them Owen went back to bed to try and get some much needed
rest. To try and get some sleep. That would be the last time
he would see his son until ten years later.
In the shadows of the night
they crept closer to their target. With ease they bypassed the security
system and entered the house without alerting anybody. With soft
steps one went upstairs while the other two searched the office of Captain
Paris. Down the hallway and the second last door on the right was
where the dark figure went. Pulling out a hypospray he crept closer
to his unsuspecting victim who lay in bed sleeping peacefully. He
pressed the hypo to the child’s neck. He waited a second before picking
the youngster up so that the drug had enough time to work. It would
keep the child asleep while they made their escape.
The three figures plus one
little addition left the house and the little red light on the panel that
signalled that the security system was active came on again. They
had not taken information, jewels or credits. Instead they had taken
something more precious than all of the material possessions combined.
The next morning Emily Paris
woke up early. She had slept well and thought that she should get
an early start on the day. She put on a robe and walked down the
upstairs hallway. She peeked into Tommy’s room but saw that he wasn’t
there. She assumed that he was probably downstairs playing with his
Starship already she didn’t think anything of it. Checking on her
still sleeping daughters, she made her way downstairs. She replicated
a cup of coffee and walked around the first floor of the house looking
for her son. She searched for several minutes but could not find
him. Worry clutched her and she ran upstairs to wake her husband.
They searched the house together
again but still did not find Tommy anywhere. Owen finally called
the San Francisco Authorities and Star Fleet Security. They came
over to the house immediately and began their investigation. The
city authorities and the SF Security team worked together in the investigation
and uncovered evidence of outside tampering with the security system.
Checking the logs they found that there was a four-minute period when the
security system had been deactivated by somebody outside the house.
They came to a conclusion; Thomas Eugene Paris had been kidnapped.
Tommy awoke in an unfamiliar
place. He looked around. It looked like the back compartment of a
shuttle like the ones in the simulations at the Academy. He heard
approaching footsteps and hoped that it was his Mommy or Daddy but he knew
somehow that whoever was coming was not one of his parents.
A tall man walked in and looked
at the child who looked back at him. “Who are you?” Tommy asked
in a small voice. The man didn’t answer only walked over to the child
sitting at the edge of the bunk and crouched down before him. The
man had dark brown eyes and dark, almost black hair and he had a soft bronze
“You’ll be staying with us
for a while.” The man said plainly.
“Because your daddy has something
we need and I’m certain that he’ll trade you for it.” The man said
and walked to the exit. After one look back at the child the man
closed the door and locked it.
Back on earth Captain Paris
was in Starfleet Headquarters talking with the officers who where in charge
of investigating his son’s kidnapping. It had been thirty-six hours
and they had not received any messages from the kidnappers. Starfleet
had some ships searching for the kidnappers but they had little to go on.
This was important to Starfleet not only because the child of a high ranking
officer was kidnapped but because that high ranking officer was working
on an important project that could mean big trouble in the wrong hands.
“We’re receiving a hail!”
One officer said as he ran into the room where his superiors were conversing.
The group hurried to the subspace communications set up in the next room.
They had rerouted all incoming transmissions from the Paris household to
The black screen came to life
and displayed the face of a man with dark hair and tanned skin. “By
now Captain Paris should have realized that he’s missing something,” the
“Where is he? Where’s
my son?” Owen asked impatiently.
“I assure you he’s fine but
he won’t be for much longer unless I get what I want. What do I want?
I think that you know. The new torpedo schematics. I have several
“We can’t give you that,”
said Lt. Commander Martin, who was in charge of the investigation.
“Then you’ve just signed Thomas’
death warrant.” The man on the screen said and began walking
out of the camera’s range.
“Wait!” Owen cried.
“I hope that you’ll be more
co-operative now.” The man came back into the camera’s range.
He started giving them instructions on where to make the drop when a low
rumbling was felt. “On second thought, it seems we won’t be needing
your help!” And with that he ended the transmission.
“No!” Owen yelled as
the screen went black. What about his son?
“What was that?” a young
officer asked. Looking out the window they could see pillars of smoke
rising into the air.
“It looks like it’s coming
from the research facility,” another man stated.
been some sort of attack. Copies of the torpedo schematics were stolen,”
said a Martin, who had just communicated with the research facility.
Owen Paris was not listening
to the discussion going on around him. He was still staring at the
black screen. What about Tommy? He had just lost his chance
to get his son back.
Tommy was still in the aft
section of the shuttle. He did not know where he was but he knew
he wanted to go home. Voices from the cockpit of the shuttle drifted
back and Tommy could hear what they were saying.
“Why didn’t you wait?
We have the kid. They would have traded for him!” one voice
“We saw an opening and we
took it,” A woman yelled. “What does it matter? We have
what we want.”
“What about the child?
I told you we wouldn’t need him.” A different male voice said calmly.
“He was the back up plan.
Yesterday you said that you wouldn’t be able to get into the facility,”
the first man reminded him.
“I was wrong. Still,
what do we do about the boy?”
“Let’s just dump him somewhere.
They’ll find him sooner or later,” another man said.
“Let’s just kill him.” Said
the calm male voice.
“No…” the woman protested.
The people in the cockpit argued over what to do with the child until their
leader finally made a decision.
“We’ll keep him for now.
Who knows, he might come in handy the next time the Federation has something
that we want. Let’s get out of here.”
If they continued talking
then Tommy could no longer hear them. His heart beating so quickly,
his breaths coming even faster and the sobs that racked his body drowned
out the voices. The man Tommy had seen first, the same man who brought
him his meals walked into the room where Tommy was. He saw the child
crying and rolled his eyes.
“Will you shut up!”
His yelling only caused Tommy to continue crying.
“I want to go home!” he sobbed.
The man’s crafty mind decided to use the child’s fragile state to his advantage.
“We tried to get them to come
for you but they wouldn’t. They don’t want you.”
“No.” Tommy didn’t believe
“It’s true they wouldn’t trade
what we wanted for you. They don’t want you back.” The Dark
man spent the next few minutes convincing the little boy that his parents
and family didn’t want him and after a while Tommy began to believe him.
“What will happen to me?”
Tommy asked in a small voice.
“You can stay with us, Thomas.”
The man looked at Tommy, his face an expression of sympathy and compassion.
This man however Tommy would learn to fear.
Weeks later in the Paris household
all was quiet. The girls were playing in their room. Emily
Paris sat on the floor in front of the bay window where Tommy used to go,
only this time it was her troubled thoughts that brought her here.
In her hands she clutched his starship, his favourite toy.
It’s been weeks and they still
had not found her son or the people who took him. They had few leads
to follow. Starfleet had launched a search for Tommy but had not
found anything. Starfleet Security had also modified the security
systems in homes of high ranking officers and other prestigious people
who might be at risk to this sort of thing so that it would never happen
again. However, for the Paris family it was too late.
“Mom,” Emily turned and saw
Moira, her oldest child approaching. Moira was thirteen and the leader
of the Paris children. She sat down next to her mom who pulled her
into a hug and held her for a long time.
“Mommy,” this time it was
Kathleen who approached but she didn’t sit down. Emily could see
the streaks on her face and the tears in her eyes that still threatened
“Honey, what’s wrong?”
“I….I miss Tommy,” She said
and began crying again. Emily held out her arms to her second daughter
who gladly accepted the comfort only a mother could provide. Next
to her, Emily heard Moira softly crying, she too missed her baby brother
and was scared. Emily pulled her close as well and it wasn’t long
before silent tears streamed down her own face.
When Owen came home later
that night he found Kathleen asleep with her head in Emily’s lap and Moira
lying next to Emily, also asleep. Only Emily was still awake.
She heard Owen behind her and turned her head so that she could see him.
Owen joined her on the floor and wrapped his arms around her waist from
behind. “Nothing.” He said softly. Another long day working
at Starfleet and they still had not found any signs of their son.
Today, though, had been especially hard. Since Tommy’s abduction
he had been working away frantically, always believing that his son was
out there somewhere, alive and well, but today he had recieved a violent
jolt back to reality.
Owen had gone to take a break
and grab something to eat. He heard voices coming from the room where
the replicator was located. He continued on but as he walked through
the doorway what he heard stopped him in his tracks.
“They probably would have
killed him. Having a child with them would only slow them down.”
“They may have dropped him
off somewhere hoping that we would find him and if they did we’ll find
him.” Captain Janeway said to Commander Martin standing next to him.
They both had their backs to the entrance.
“But if Tommy saw their faces
then returning him would be out of the question. They’d have to get
rid of him.” The Commander argued his point. Janeway remained silent.
“I’m just saying, the odds aren’t on the kid’s side-” the Commander turned
around and dropped his cup of cappuccino when he saw who was standing in
the doorway. “C-c-captain,” the man stuttered. Janeway turned around
just fast enough to see his friend storm away.
Janeway quickly followed and
tried to offer words of comfort but Paris wasn’t interested. Captain
Janeway had been at Tommy’s birthday party along with his wife and two
daughters, even though his girls hadn’t been interested in playing with
a five year old. Janeway imagined what it would have been like if
Kathryn or Phoebe had been taken away from him and he knew that was how
Owen was feeling right now.
“Tommy will beat the odds.”
Owen mumbled to himself.
“Pardon,” Emily hadn’t heard
what he said.
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