From lauren35@juno.com Sun Apr 27 17:25:17 1997
Date: Mon, 07 Apr 1997 23:29:18 EDT
From: Lauren E Taylor <lauren35@juno.com>
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Subject: Love Spell 2
Summary: <Paris/Torres> Tom has a few things to say to B’Elanna, but
can’t work up the nerve to.
LOVE SPELL: PART TWO
By: Lauren Taylor
He hated seeing her like this. It had been a little over a month
since the accident in engineering, and B’Elanna was still paralyzed. Tom
spent many nights alone in his quarters, thinking about her, hoping that
a miracle would occur, but nothing. He visited her everyday, but was
getting nervous around her, not knowing what to say. It was hard saying
exactly how he felt when he was with her. He reached across to the table,
and picked up the PADD sitting on it. An idea had come to him, suddenly.
A way to tell her what she meant to him.
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The doctor was working furiously. He had found a surgery that
would hopefully work in curing Lt. Torres, but there was a lot of
pre-surgery procedures that needed to be followed, and it would be at
least two more weeks before the surgery could be performed. She was none
to thrilled with this news.
Tom rushed into sickbay, and saw that B’Elanna was asleep.
Perfect. He walked into the doc’s office, where Kes was studying up on
B’Elanna’s surgery.
“Kes?” he called her.
She looked up and smiled, but also seemed a bit annoyed.
“What is it, Tom?” she asked, trying to sound pleasant.
“I need you to read this to B’Elanna when she wakes up.” he told her, and
handed her the PADD.
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“B’Elanna?” Kes called to the lieutenant, who was just beginning to stir.
“What?” she asked groggily.
“I have something to read to you. It’s from Tom.”
B’Elanna perked to attention, and told Kes to read it. She was wondering
what it was, hoping for the best, and fearing the worst.
Kes sat down on a stool beside B’Elanna’s bed, and began.
“B’Elanna. I know that when I’m around you, it’s hard for me to say
exactly how I feel, so I thought that this would work. I love you, and
never want for us to be apart. Although you can’t walk, or move, or even
barely turn your head, I still love you just the same. I’m even finding
myself loving you more and more with each passing day. I didn’t think
that it was possible to love you more than I did, but now I know that it
is. And, B’Elanna, I have a question to ask of you, if you’ll just
contact me.”
B’Elanna was silent for a moment, and then turned her head slowly towards
Kes.
“Can you contact him for me?” she asked.
“Of course.” she leaned over, and hit B’Elanna’s comm badge.
“Torres to Paris.”
“Good, I was beginning to think you would never contact me.” he said, and
B’Elanna could see the grin on his face.
“So…”
“B’Elanna, I’m on the bridge right now, so I want you to know that
everyone can hear what I’m about to say. B’Elanna Torres, will you marry
me?”
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TO BE CONTINUED
You guys hate me now, don’t you?
Paramount owns ’em, we just borrow ’em
Robbie loves us
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