The BLTS Archive - Assumptions III
Misery's End
by Omega (alisasheldon@hotmail.com)

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Disclaimer: ParaBorg and Viacom own the toys, I'm just having some
fun. For once the boys get to have fun too! This is a sequel to "He
Loves Me... Not" by T'Reija and my poem "Assumptions".

Archive: ASCEML, R'Rain, and the D/G slash archive.

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He enters the room, a frown on his face.

There have been too many frowns there lately.

How I long to see him smile.

How I long to see him laugh.

How I long to see him... no.

I must not think of that.

Long ago my father told me to reach for the stars.
This star is too far for me touch.

The barriers between us greater than lightyears.

The pain I feel is almost as great as my love.

Almost... but love surpasses even that.

Oh... he is approaching me.

I must not let him know what I am thinking.


He's sitting there by the port,

staring out at the stars.

His hands are clenched together.

I wish I could hold them and ask him what's wrong.
But I can't.

I feel my love for him with each painful breath.

I never knew that loving someone would hurt... but it does.

I can't risk losing his friendship because of a stupid emotion.

I won't burden him like this.

Oh my god, he's staring at me now

As if I'm water in the desert.

Sunshine after weeks of rain.

What is it that I see in his eyes?


No... I must be dreaming.... that can't be love.
Can it?


He is so beautiful... just sitting there before me.

Starlight on his dark face, highlighting his beauty.

I cannot help but devour him with my gaze.

My eyes travel to places I do not dare to dream of.

I raise them to his.

There is... emotion on his face.

Surprise, disbelief, and... hope.

What is he hoping for?

Could it be.....no, it cannot be that.
It is impossible.


He's griping my hand now.

I cannot speak, but he can.


"Data..." I trail off, unable to believe my eyes.

The naked love and vulnerability fight for possession of his face.

Love wins out.


"Yes, Geordi?" I ask, attempting to remain calm.

Oh... he's griping hand even tighter now.

I cannot concentrate on what he is saying.


"I... I... I love you." I finally say.

I close my eyes, wondering if I'll be able to salvage my friendship.

I am stunned.

I cannot think.

I must not have heard correctly,

but I have.

I try to organize my thoughts.

There is only one response I can make.

"I... I love you, too."


Their lips met in a union long overdue.

The Enterprise flies,

But with no sorrow aboard.

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End -- Assumptions