Hinc Lillae Lacrimae by Sam
Summary: a little bit of post-Unimatriz Zero for P/T and post-Insurrection/Lifeline for R/T
Categories: Paris/Torres Fanfiction Characters: None
Genres: Crossover
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 3 Completed: No Word count: 816 Read: 4683 Published: 09/09/03 Updated: 09/09/03

1. Part 1 by Sam

2. Part 2 by Sam

3. Part 3 by Sam

Part 1 by Sam
hinc lillae lacrimae (hence those tears) - part one

by Sam (lullaby_psyche@hotmail.com) May-October 2000

disclaimer: they aren't mine - they're Paramounts. they just need to be played around with occasionally

summary: a little bit of post-Unimatriz Zero for P/T and post-Insurrection/Lifeline for R/T

feedback: yes, yes please!


Sector 001
Earth calendar date: October 14th 2377

Deanna Troi dropped the bag she was carrying on the floor, sighed and fell face down on the bed. The USS Enterprise-E had been investigating spatial anomalies just outside the Earth's Sol system for slightly under two weeks. For the last three days of that time, she had been a visitor to Jupiter Station as a favour to her old friend Reg Barclay. It seemed Reg had befriended the most awkward man ever to step off Earth and he wanted her help to knock some sense into him. the whole scenario became rather bizarre with the addition of several holograms and a talking iguana named Leonard. To compound this, rather trying, trip she ahd felt tired and ill the entire time. Now, with the situation successfully sorted, all she wanted to do was curl up in bed with a very large mug of hot chocolate. I f she could even be bothered to do that. Will was off-duty soon, and hopefully she could cuddle up to him. Even as she thought his name, the door opened with its customary swish and she knew it was him.

Will entered his and Deanna's living room. They had shared the first officer's larger rooms for almost a year and a half, pretty much since the Briar Patch. And now Deanna was back onboard after being away and he had missed her. He had felt her presence from the moment she stepped off the shuttle and he could also sense her complete exhaustion. Receiving an unintelligible grunt in response to his calls, he traced her to the bedroom where he found her sprawled fully dressed across their bed. Carefully, he turned her over despite her mumbled protests and, quickly divesting both her and himself of their uniforms, picked her up and deposited her under the covers. Wrapping his tall body around hers, he felt her relax and fall fast asleep and he pressed a kiss to her temple, slipping into sleep herself.



Delta Quadrant - approx. 28,000 light years from Sector 001
Earth calendar date: October 20th 2377

Tom sat on the couch in B'Elanna's quarters, clutching the discarded bathrobe whcih still held her scent, replaying the last week through his mind. It seemed that he had been running on autopilot ever since the moment in engineering when his lover announced her intentions. That she would be joining an away mission already deemed suicidal by most of the crew. One that he personally, and others as well, had tried and convicted as an unnecessary risk, as dangerous and she wanted to be a part of it. His heart had stopped and he wasn't sure it would ever start again. He hoped to all the deities that she knew how much he loved her. Gods, he wished he had just told her properly, said those words. He prayed what he had said conveyed his real feelings because he wanted her know. When Chakotay had given the order to leave, so much of him wanted to scream and rant but his mind had become numb the instant he realised what she had become. She was Borg. And now sinking further into the couch, trying desperately to hold onto her, he fell into a restless sleep.

Two of Three, Quaternary Adjunct of Unimatrix Five stepped into its regeneration alcove and closed its eyes. The drone awoke seconds later in Unimatrix Zero and it opened its eyes as B'Elanna Torres. During these times she was herself again but otherwise she didn't know who or what she was. All she knew even now was that she wanted to get this mission over with and get home. Home to Voyager and Tom and her engines. If all went according to plan, she, the Captain, Tuvok, they could all be back on their ship before they knew it. She was pretty sure that Tom was going to be mad, that he was going to be upset was a given but he hoped he would understand. Only the three on the away team plus the Doctor and Chakotay had been aware of the real plan. That they themselves were carrying the virus and were intending to be assimilated all along. He would know by now but she couldn't take the time to dwell on Tom. If she wanted to see him and touch him again she needed to concentrate. Steeling herself for the fight ahead, B'Elanna stepped forward and joined the crowd.
Part 2 by Sam
hinc illae lacrimae - part two

for disclaimer etc, see part one


Sector 023
Earth calendar date: October 23rd 2377

Musing on the biobed, as to how exactly she had ended up in Beverly Crusher's sickbay, Deanna Troi drew a blank. Beverly's face swam into view on one side of her, and Will's on the other. She felt faintly sick and so deigned not to attempt sitting up. Then it all came rushing back to her. How one moment she was rising from her chair on teh bridge and the next she was falling. Her face reddened with the mortification of passing out on the bridge. But at least she hadn't taken anyone out with her. Small comfort to her though, as apparently both her lover and her best friend found the situation amusing, judging from the large grins on each of their faces. Except that wasn't why they were smiling, as Beverly explained animatedly. Deanna was pregnant. Around eight weeks to be exact. And she had fainted due to low blood sugar. Half listening to her friend, who was in the midst of running through a list of dos and don'ts, an increasingly large smile spread across her face. A relieved Will took her hand in his, his previous expression, which had fallen slightly at her lack of reaction, glued firmly back on his face. They both recieved some curious looks as they walked hand in hand back to their quarters. Because they were both grinning like idiot and the odd tear was known to escape down Deanna's face.



Delta Quadrant - approx. 28,000 light years form Sector 001
Earth calendar date: October 23rd 2377

Tom stood in the middle of his quarters, simply stood there. he knew B'Elanna was being released from sickbay at that moment. He also knew that he didn't trust his emotions enough to be anywhere near her in public. He wasn't one for dissolving into tears in the presence of commanding officers. Before she had come safely back on board, there had been a few moments when he truly believed he would not see her again. He had seen her whilst the Doctor and he had been treating the whole away team fro the last few days. He'd been heartbroken seeing her like that and it had taken all his self-restraint not to walk straight back out of sickbay. Then he had left before she had regained full consciousness. Now, his door swished open and he felt her walk in her. Coming up behind him, she gently touched his shoulder. Choking on a sob, he spun around gathering her into his arms and held on tight. Between the shudders of his own tears, he felt her heaving for breath as she too cried into his shoulder. Their legs gave way, and, still grasping each other as if their lives depended on it, they sunk slowly to the floor. Eventually, the sobbing subsided but they remained where they were, each drawing comfort from the presence of the other. She was the first one to move, disentangling herself and outstretching her hand to him. Grasping it, he led he to the bed and they slept pure untroubled sleep, a commodity short of late, and enjoyed the sensation of being together again.
Part 3 by Sam
hinc illae lacrimae - part three

for disclaimer etc, see part one


Sector 009,
Earth calendar date: May 12th 2378 (7 months later)

Night had fallen on Voyager and the halls were filled with the silence of quiet reflection. After those difficult years in the Delta Quadrant, after all the time spent wondering when they would get home, the fashion in which they had, almost seemed a type of anti-climax. Modifications on this, modifications on that, a little picked up here, a little picked up there. And then they were home. It was over and there was a certain strangeness about it. But they were happy. Very happy. They were currently on route from Deep Space Three. Over night, they would dock at Earth Station McKinley and in the morning, the crew of Voyager would face the welcoming committee and re-unite with family and friends. Lieutenants Paris and Torres lay peacefully sated in bed. Limbs entangled, they contemplated their last night on the ship they had called home for seven years. The ship that had given both a second chance. It would be sad to say goodbye but they were already planning their new life back in the Alpha Quadrant. Their hands entwined, their wedding bands lay against each other, reflecting the light from a dull lamp. The shadows falling gently across the newly rounded stomach on which their hands rested.


In the sickbay of the USS Enterprise - E, things were far from peaceful. Curses were being flung from one of the biobeds at anyone who happened to cross Deanna Troi's path. Having been in labour for nearly twelve hours, her temper was understandably frayed. With one last expletive uttered under intense pain and at a loud volume, the room was filled with the wail of a newborn. A girl with jet-black eyes and a dark crown of hair. Immediately, the whole ship was buzzing with the announcement and the com system flooded with offers of congratulations. In the midst of the chaos, Will Riker and Deanna Troi both slept soundly, their daughter cradled gently between them. As sickbay gradually quietened, the Captain and his Chief Medical Officer stood watching the scene in silence, the lights dimming slowly.
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