Passion and Perfection: Star Trek: Voyager
Partner, Tom Paris. B'Elanna Torres /bɪˈlɑːnə/ is a main character in Star Trek: Voyager played by Roxann . This relationship would carry on throughout the series as the two would more than occasionally work on tasks on the Sikarian black market and perpetrate a failed attempt to integrate it into Voyager's systems . It isn't so much that B'Elanna's day has already been bad, prior to meeting on the black market by a hostile race it tests them and their relationship to the limits. In the privacy of his quarters, Tom Paris tugs at his uniform trousers, feeling the . A Little Word From Me: If Tom and B'Elanna had any post 'Lineage' . “That food item is no longer available to Lt. B'Elanna Torres,” came the clipped reply. that Sikarian spatial trajector, and now he was dealing in black market raktajino.Star Trek Voyager - Tom and B'Elanna - Falling For You
And everything had been going so well. They'd left their apartment at but daylight here was drawing to a close. They head back towards the bench where John, frowning fretfully, stands to greet them.
Do you think she's all right? Then, when she gets to the Miami transport station she may have to stand in line. Once she gets to the transport station in San Francisco, she'll have to walk back to the apartment because she'll want to change her clothes.
That all adds up. She's never let him down yet. Why would she start now, today? It must be time for a rest. Preferably with good cake. But, B'Elanna —" "I'll try to get hold of her over the comm and update her on our meeting place. His wife, that very moment, contacts him: John is immediately more relaxed.
And I made the dinner reservation for seven o'clock. That's what you said, wasn't it? It'll be a little early for what amounts to a midday meal for him and B'Elanna. But Miral can rarely make it beyond eleven thirty before she's hunting for her lunch. Taking the time difference and speed of service into account, seven o'clock should be just about right.
John guides them down a gravel footpath back towards the brightly lit High Street, away from the darkening beach. Tom keeps Miral in his arms. Apart from her face, she's as warm as toast and he savours the heat he absorbs from her. They crunch past a medical centre, a jewellers, and a florist, arriving then in the main shopping district, a short way along from where they'd turned off to the promenade earlier. But, for now, I think this will do nicely.
There is condensation on the glass obscuring the view inside. Tom looks up at the sign above the window. I hope it's better than the name suggests. But what exactly is it? But a server comes to lead them to the rear where there's plenty of extra seating. And a glass-fronted counter full of cream-filled pastries, giant lavishly-frosted cookies, and cakes of all descriptions — many of which Tom couldn't begin to name.
It takes all Tom's powers of persuasion to prize her away to the table that John has selected. There are PADDs on the table top containing illustrated menus, the only concession to modernity that Tom has yet seen in this very old-fashioned establishment. It's a challenge to know what to order. John chooses tea, so Tom decides likewise. When it comes to the food, Tom has to return to that counter display.
He takes Miral with him, letting her point to what catches her interest the most — which is, it turns out, a chocolate fudge cupcake with a smiley face iced on its top.
Already, he can envisage the absolute mess she will make of it. The spare set of clothes in the bag might very well come in handy. Deciding on a chunk of something called jam roly-poly for himself — it looks loaded with kilojoules, but, thanks to his morning runs, he can afford to indulge himself a little more than he could back on Voyager — he carries Miral back to the table.
The server brings a high chair, and Miral, with some protest, is settled into it. Their drinks arrive without urgency, the serving staff very laidback. But, then again, none of the customers seem in any hurry.
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In fact, Tom hasn't seen anyone appearing to be in a rush in the whole of the town. Miral is unusually patient. But then John is amusing her with some napkin origami. She's tiring of that when a server brings the tray with their food. The woman is clearly intrigued by Miral. Her tone is entirely friendly, typical of one so employed. But there are Bolians everywhere on Earth these days, even in the most remote settlements.
When the three of them go out and about in San Francisco they are not unused to the attention of strangers. But, almost always, it's because they are recognised as members of the Voyager crew — not because they represent an inter-species relationship and have a child of mixed heritage. Though maybe he's overreacting. She could have just heard his and John's accents and been staring at Miral because she's cute.
Peeling the paper from the bottom of Miral's cupcake, Tom sits it in front of her next to her toddler-friendly water cup. And, even if she got a bit annoyed, it would be with me, not Miral.
Tom reaches for the nearest milk jug, prepares to pour a drop into his tea and then stops himself just in time on noticing the colour and consistency of the liquid. Fixing his tea as he likes it, he's about to take a first, dripping spoonful of the spongy dessert, when he hears his father-in-law clear his throat and inhale deeply. John can't — or won't — hold his gaze.
I didn't want anything to get in the way of us rebuilding our relationship. It was simpler to keep it out of conversation. Just in case it upset her. It wasn't all that long ago that she got the news about her mother. John and Miral Torres had been divorced for over two decades by the time B'Elanna's mother had been declared missing and presumed dead by the Klingon authorities. B'Elanna had hardly expected her parents to ever reconcile.
After that first, brief conversation with her father via the MIDAS array, she had mentioned to Tom her curiosity as to whether John was romantically involved with anyone. When he'd failed to mention any such attachment in his letters and then, later, during their initial face-to-face encounters, she'd assumed he was single and had never felt the need to enquire directly.
I'm sorry, but I won't do that. She is perfectly contented, steadily demolishing the sticky brown cupcake and staring with fascination at a painting of a pastoral scene that hangs on the adjacent wall. I don't mean upset because you and this woman are involved — but because you've been keeping it a secret for over a year and a half.
It's … I think she'll be a little insulted that you thought she wouldn't be able to handle it. To lose her cool with him will only serve to add credence to his erroneous belief that her control of her temper is that tenuous.
But to let her resentment simmer beneath the surface would not be healthy either. John reaches into the pocket of his jacket, hanging behind him on the back of his chair.
Pulling out a PADD, he switches it on, finds whatever he is seeking, and then passes the device to Tom. During a vacation we took on Risa just before Voyager came home. John, in bright summer clothing, standing by a signpost for the famous Eluvian mud baths.
The smiling woman beside him is blonde with a fair complexion, not exactly plump but generously proportioned — again, quite in contrast to the pictures Tom has seen of B'Elanna's mother.
John would, undoubtedly, let Miral put her sticky little fingerprints all over the device if it would make her happy. Nothing long-term, but I haven't lived like a Tabern monk. John raises an eyebrow. Too complicated to explain.
It's not the first time Tom or B'Elanna have had to use that excuse with John over some private Voyager-based joke, although on all previous occasions the joke in question has not revolved around Tom's early attempts to flirt with the man's daughter. She's a systems engineer with Global Weather Control. She's really eager to meet you all. She's on Mars for a couple of days. At a terraforming conference. But she's seen you all in the holovid footage from Voyager's official homecoming ceremony and she's read the interview you gave to the Federation News Service.
As the conversation lulls, Tom digs into his food, the sugar overload soothing his troubled nerves. John nibbles sporadically at his pastry, more interested now in the painting that has so enthralled Miral. But maybe next time we meet up. And John need not fear that there won't be a next time, if that is something playing on his mind.
Whatever B'Elanna's reaction when John reveals his secret — however much she might feel disappointed or insulted by his lack of faith in her — Tom knows that she would never stoop so low as to prevent her father from seeing Miral out of spite.
For all John's failings as a father, as a grandfather he has barely put a foot wrong. B'Elanna has acknowledged that to Tom on several occasions.
It's yet another reason — as if they needed any more — to be grateful that their daughter is not growing up on a starship in the Delta Quadrant. And, Tom supposes, that is what he should focus on when appraising his father-in-law's character — who the man is now and not who he was twenty-five years ago. Just as John needs to stop thinking of B'Elanna as that young girl he abandoned with a young girl's emotional maturityTom must let go of that resentment he feels on B'Elanna's behalf. Tom, more than most people, knows the unfairness of being judged disproportionately on past actions.
He can like John and yet still think John's past actions wrong. The two are not mutually exclusive. Tom is a spoonful away from clearing his plate when his communicator bleeps.
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