by T'Reija
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Post/Archive: ASC, ASCEM(L), all others please ask first.

Disclaimer: Star Trek = Paramount. "Glad To Be Unhappy" = The Mamas And The Papas. Got it?

November 2001

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Fools rush in, so here I am
Awfully glad to be unhappy.
I can't win, but here I am
More than glad to be unhappy


Harry sat in a dark corner of Sandrine's, thinking. And watching. He did not often have the chance to watch Tom freely. Except on the bridge, but he only saw his friend's hair then. This way, observing while Tom played pool, joked and laughed, he could get every detail, every pose of the body, every stretching of the fabric of Tom's leisure clothes. . . especially at the back of his 20th century style blue jeans. . .

And Tom did not know he was there, which made it much easier. He could hardly sit there and stare at his best friend when noticed by the object of his affection, since Tom, of course, knew nothing of his feelings for him. He, Harry, wouldn't stand a chance. They were best friends, no more, and Tom was in love with B'Elanna. And B'Elanna was close to admitting she did feel for the pilot, Harry suspected from his talks with the half-Klingon.


Unrequited love's are poor, yeah. . .
And I've got it pretty bad.
But for someone you adore
It's a pleasure to be sad.


But then, when they finally resolved it, he'd be happy for them. Of course. He'd smile at B'Elanna and clap Tom on the back, congratulating them and saying something like 'about time, guys. . .'

Harry knew, he should just get over this and move on. But as painful as it was to watch Tom, especially as he was now, dancing around and flirting with B'Elanna, and know he'd never be his, there was still something sweet to love, even if it was unrequited. Bittersweet, yes, but still. . .

And at least, every time Tom would complain about not having anyone who loved him unconditionally, he could silently disagree with him.


Like a stray baby lamb
With no Mama and no Papa,
I'm so unhappy.
I'm so unhappy, yeah. . .


Silently. . .

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End