by Tirinar
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Disclaimer - Paramount owns 'em all, except the story which is mine.

Feedback - PLEASE!! No Flames please, I already have a toaster.

Notes -The absolute last in the 'That Guy' Series. For Raven, who just loves Happy Endings.

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I told him. I had to, once I'd made the discovery. Once I had my head sorted, and the realisation had hit me. Hit me like a lightning bolt. That's what my love for Tom feels like. Sudden, but there none the less, and undeniable. He's been in my mind constantly, for one reason or another. I've started to notice things about him. The colour of his eyes. The way he pilots the ship, those hands running across the Helm console like nothing in this galaxy. And the way he smiles.

It was 2am, when I banged on his door. I'd spent half of the night thinking.

Of him. How to tell him. When. I decided in two words.

Right. Now.

He was asleep. His hair was tousled, and sleep dust collected at the corners of those beautiful eyes of his. He looked like an angel. A very surprised angel, at that.

He looked at me, confusion gracing his features. He rubbed his eyes. I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself. Then he asked me what was going on. I told him straight out.

I told him I loved him. He was in shock, for about 30 seconds. 30 Seconds that seemed like years. He stood and stared at me, mouth slightly open, before appearing to shake himself, mentally.

He smiled at me, one of those smiles that could charm Satan into giving up the pitchfork. I followed him into his quarters, and the door slid closed behind us. I couldn't help but smile back, and grin at him as we sat down.

We talked, for what seemed like a decade. He asked me what I was talking about, so I told him - I loved him, and only him. That I was a fool for not realising it earlier. He'd become my Universe.

I was so unsure of myself for a moment. I asked him if he'd still have me.After my initial reaction, I felt so guilty for hurting him, for acting like that. So I had to ask.

His lips parted into a dazzling smile, and he actually laughed, a happy and joyful laugh.

Then he kissed me.

Fireworks. His mouth on mine, something I'll always crave and never have enough of. He's addictive.

He held me, and I him, for long hours without speaking. Kissing, now and then. Just the two of us being together. I think he was letting me get used to it. Being with him.

There is no 'I' anymore. 'I' became 'We'.

We are together.

I am not alone.

I have him.

Forever.

Tom.

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