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Be careful what you wish for

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This story is No. 3 in the series "SOMEWHERE OVER A RAINCLOUD". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Tom finds out a few facts that he hopes might help explain things. Next story in Somewhere Over A Raincloud series

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Star Trek > VoyagerLyndymuiFR1311,436052,29721 Dec 0621 Dec 06Yes
Disclaimer: No-one is mine, I didn’t make them up and the characters and the universes they normally live in belong entirely to their creators and respective television companies (I assume).

All I will admit to doing is taking these characters and their universes and mixing things up a bit. Hope you enjoy.

As this is an AU story, some of your favorite characters or events will probably not appear or be mentioned.

With much thanks to Joe P for making a few suggestions and having a few ideas as well as proof reading – any problems, blame him.

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Tom sat on the edge of his bunk and sighed, sighed again, and then for dramatic effect, sighed once more. He thought back on events and, not for the first time, he wondered where he had gone wrong, or maybe right? A vision from his dreams had landed, almost literally in his lap. He should be happy? Right?

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“What have I done?” Tom thought to himself as he knelt down to check Willow’s pulse, “I knew I should have just stuck to writing that new Captain Proton program, damn it.

“Paris to Janeway. Umm ..... intruder alert and medical emergency in Holodeck 4.”

Well, she was alive, at least, but Tom couldn’t quite fathom how his hologram Willow (or was it his hologram? He really wasn’t quite sure), became real Willow. Picking her up, he headed for sickbay - though he couldn’t help but notice a few extra curves in the real version as opposed to his hologram fantasy.

"Please state the nature ….” the Doctor began before Tom cut him off with a wave of his hand.

“Shes unconscious! Help me .... umm .... I mean, here, help her,” Tom said excitedly pushing Willow into the doctors arms.

The Doctor looked down at the red headed, and apparently human, stranger and glanced back at Paris with a raised eyebrow, “Where did you get her? And more importantly how did you get her? She obviously is not one of my people.” He began checking Willow’s vital signs.

Captain Janeway and Tuvok stopped short as they entered sickbay. “Mr. Paris, what in creation is that?!” Janeway exclaimed as she saw Willow.

“Captain, I swear, I only added a few improvements to the Sunnydale program to make the action more real, and ….” Paris tried to explain before Janeway interjected.

“Ahh, so that’s where I have seen her before. That is Willow Rosenberg, is it not? Or a reasonable facsimile.” Janeway held back a smile as she quickly imagined what “action” in particular Paris wanted to improve. “Doctor? Is she all right and is she a she? I mean, a real live human she?” Janeway frowned at how unprofessional her question sounded.

“It appears so, Captain. A full examination will soon confirm that.”

Janeway looked hard at Paris, who was quickly turning a bright shade of pink. “You pilots are all the same,” she thought to herself amusedly even though she was a bit peeved, to say the least. As if they didn’t have enough problems.

“Mr. Tuvok, please disable all holodeck programs and check the security parameters. We need to find out how Miss Rosenberg came to grace us with her presence.”

“Aye, Captain,” Tuvok replied, wondering just how Paris had managed to create a human, as well as why the Doctor was muttering about people named Dr Coppelius and Pygmalion ….?

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Tom flopped back on his bunk and stared at the ceiling of his quarters. “Why do I do these things?” he thought out loud. “Everything is going great and then ….” He sat up and moved to the edge of the bunk. “Why her? What is it about her? Why me …..” Tom got up quickly and moved to the computer console.

After reading about 20th century dating etiquette, he started going over Rupert Giles’ “Diaries”, a thought kept going through his head. It was something Captain Janeway had told him shortly after she had asked him to join the crew of the Voyager and he wasn’t sure whether he could handle the job. “Often the answer lies within one’s self, Tom, all one has to do is look hard enough.”

“Vampires? Demons? Can that be the answer?” he thought nervously. “They don’t exist anymore, according to the records,” Tom furrowed his brow as he thought, “but in the 1990’s, alien lifeforms didn’t exist either, at least according to the scientists .…”

Tom began checking the post-war records in the database, looking for a reference, or anything for that matter, that could be construed the least little bit demonic or vampiric

As he researched the names of Scooby Gang members, he found an interesting tidbit. It seems that Xander’s great great great grandson had lived in what was left of Sunnydale for a short while but had disappeared, only to turn up in the first Starfleet Academy Class. There was no record of him graduating, but there were many references to unauthorized absences and disciplinary hearings. Looking through the same entering class roster, Tom, just for the heck of it, searched for his surname.

“This is weird, there must be a mistake or something, there’s no Paris listed.” He had been told a million times that a Paris had been a member of the first Academy class. “Why would anyone lie about that?”

Tom grimaced as the ship’s intercom interrupted his research.

“Janeway to Mr. Paris. We’re ready. Report to Sickbay please.”

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”.... and then she fainted again.”

Tom finished his story and tried not to growl at Harry and B’Elanna who sat opposite him laughing helplessly.

“Tom, old buddy,” Harry tried to speak as he wiped his eyes and got his breath back, “you create a woman who can’t stay awake when she’s around you, and you expect us not to laugh? It’s funny!”

“Well, maybe one day I’ll see the funny side but that day is long in the future.”

“All right,” B’Elanna interrupted, “What did you want to talk about?”

“I’ve been trying to figure out what the connection is. Why did she come to me? Why do I have an attraction to her in the first place? And we all know that nothing happens without a reason .… so what is the reason here?”

“OK, so what did you find out or decide?” asked Harry as B’Elanna snuggled closer. Tom shook his head – that was one relationship he didn’t see coming.

"Well, we haven’t heard her side of the story yet, but you know I’ve always been drawn towards her - even when we first started writing the Sunnydale program.”

As B’Elanna and Harry nodded, Tom continued, “Did you ever wonder why? Well, I’ve done nothing but brainstorm and research for the last few hours, and I think I can at least answer part of that question. It’s genetics.”

Harry choked on his coffee and B’Elanna’s eyes widened

“I am a great, great, great, great, well many times great, grandson of Alexander Harris.”

Noticing their confused looks, Tom continued, “Great, great, however many greats, granddad was in the inaugural Starfleet class, or so family legend would tell. Only he wasn’t. Nathaniel Paris did not appear on Starfleet records until a few years later where he went straight into the third year of classes. He already had all the appointed course qualifications and study marks for years one and two. How come?

Nathaniel Harris, the great, great, great grandson of Alexander Harris disappeared after year two, apparently expelled for reasons unspecified. Coincidence or what?”

Tom handed over a pad to his friends. It held 2 photographs; one was the inaugural class, the other his ancestor’s graduating class. Nathaniel Harris and Nathaniel Paris were the same person.

“And then there is this,” Tom continued, “I remembered this, my grandfather gave it to me, but the Admiral, dear old dad, didn’t want anything to do with it. I had forgotten all about it.”

He placed an old leather-bound book on the table. Harry and B’Elanna glanced at each other. “This must be important,” they thought as Tom sat back and looked at them expectantly. B’Elanna flicked through the pages and then looked at Harry in confusion.

“What language is this?” she queried. Harry took the book from her and had a quick look through, before handing it back agreeing with her that he didn’t recognize the language.

Tom caressed the cover with his hand and looked at them in wonder. “I’ve run it through the database and the computer doesn’t recognize it either. But here’s the thing. There’s a page, hand written at the back, in the same language, and its signed by Willow Rosenberg….”

A loud thump interrupted Tom, and looking toward the door, they saw Chakotay scowling as he bent over the once again unconscious form of Willow Rosenberg.

Harry and B’Elanna looked at each other and snickered.

The End

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