The BLTS Archive - Dumped
by Aimee (aimee_2@hotmail.com)

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DISCLAIMER: Tom Paris, Harry Kim, and the entire Star Trek universe
belong to Paramount and UPN. I am blatantly infringing on their
copyright by writing this story. However, I don't care.

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"I can't believe she dumped me," Tom Paris groused, slumped
comfortably on the floor of his best friend's quarters.

Harry was sitting in a chair like a civilized human being, clarinet in
his lap; he claimed to be practicing, but was actually listening
gleefully to Tom's tale of woe, trying to restrain himself from
jumping up and doing a happy dance across the room ­ or from jumping
Tom's bones, always an attractive option.

Down, boy, he told himself firmly. He's here for some friendly
commiseration, not a roll in the hay. He's depressed. Then, wistfully
(or is that "lustfully"?) eyeing Tom's legs, he thought, I know how to
cheer him up ... Stop that!

Tom, unaware of his friend's distraction, chattered on. "One minute
we're getting on like a house afire, if you know what I mean, then
she's pushing me away, saying how she thinks we shouldn't see each
other anymore." Tom shifted restlessly on the floor.

Harry swallowed, and reluctantly dragged his eyes back up to Tom's
face. "What'd you do then?" he asked.

"I tried to change her mind, of course. I told her I loved her."

Harry's heart sank. Although they'd been dating for a while, Tom had
never said those words to B'Elanna before. Harry had hoped ... Never
mind! It's not going to happen now.

Tom was frowning. "It's funny ... she didn't react to that like I
thought she would. I expected her either to fall into my arms or to
bite my head off. But she just looked sad and said it wasn't her I
loved." Harry perked up at this little tidbit. Oh, really? That's VERY
interesting. He edged his chair closer. Tom had paused in his speech,
looking thoughtful. "I wonder what she meant by that," he mused.

Then the moment of introspection passed, and Tom began complaining
again. "Well, maybe she was right about that, but, still, couldn't she
have waited one more day? I mean, dumped on Valentine's Day. That's
just cruel." Tom subsided, contemplating the floor gloomily.

Silence filled the room. Then:

"'Maybe she was right'?"

Tom looked up, confused. "What?"

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you just said B'Elanna was right, you're
in love with someone else. Didn't you?"

"No! I didn't say anything of the kind," Tom huffed.

"Yes, you did. I was there; I heard you." "I think I know who I'm in
love with, Harry."

Harry studied him with hooded eyes. "No, I don't think you do," he
murmured.

"What?!" Tom managed to get out before Harry leaned over and kissed
him.

Once again, the room was silent, this time for considerably longer.

Eventually, Tom pulled away. He needed to breathe. "Unnh," he said.

Harry, dark hair sexily tousled, grinned at him. Tom felt himself grin
back. Then he got a good look at Harry. His grin spread even wider,
and he began to laugh helplessly.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"Why, Ensign," Tom spluttered. "Is that a clarinet in your pocket, or
are you just happy to see me?"

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The End