by KRA
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Disclaimer: They're not mine. None of it. Go fig.

Warning: Yes, Tom and Harry are together, but there is no sex in this story :-( Maybe next time.

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"We did it!"

"We're home!"

"Yeah!"

A cheer went up all around Voyager as the ship came in sight of Earth for the first time in ten years. On the Bridge, in an uncharacteristic show of public affection, Tom Paris pulled his husband, Harry Kim, into a close embrace and kissed him lovingly.

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"I am so nervous."

"It's ok, Tom. There's no need to be nervous."

"What if they hate me?"

"They're going to love you."

"But what if?"

"Tom!"

"Alright, alright. We're here."

Tom and Harry step out of the ground transport and into the arms of Harry's family. His mother and father were both openly weeping. Aunts, uncles and cousins were gathered around, asking a million questions and commenting on how well he looked. Tom was being all but ignored.

"Everyone, everyone!" Harry laughed, finally pulling back from the throng. "There's someone I'd like you to meet. This is Tom Paris. He's my. . ."

"Oh, Harry! What a handsome friend you have!" his Aunt Martha exclaimed. "This is Harry's cousin Fiona. She's single!"

"Um, Aunt Martha, you don't understand. Tom's my. . ."

"She's here!"

"Oh, doesn't she look lovely?"

"I can't believe this is finally happening!"

Tom and Harry craned their necks over the crowd to see what the family was oo-ing and ahhing over. Coming towards them was Libby (Tom recognized her from her picture) in a wedding gown. Harry nearly collapsed.

"Isn't it wonderful?" Harry's mother exclaimed, tears streaming down her face as she clasped her son's hands. "She waited for ten years, and now, finally, you two can get married!"

"Married!?" Harry finally choked out.

"This afternoon!" his father chimed in. "We've got your tux at the chapel. Surprise!"

"But I'm already married!"

The chattering throng suddenly grew quiet and narrowed eyes were turned to the two men. Harry and Tom stepped closer together, instinctively covering each other's back.

"Tom," Harry attempted to clarify. "Tom's my husband."

Libby looked stricken. She dropped her bouquet and ran wailing from the court yard.

"I knew it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding," Aunt Martha sighed. "Get 'em!!"

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"What was that about!?"

"You're asking me?"

"Well, they're your family!"

"They used to be sane! I don't know. I figured she would have gone on with her life by now!"

"Are you kidding!? I figured she would have gone on with her life before you did!"

The Paris-Kim's, as some of their friends affectionately referred to them, weren't actually shouting at each other. They were whispering very loudly as they hunkered down between a flowering bush and a park bench. No need to bring undo attention to their hiding place. Harry's family had stopped chasing them awhile back, but they weren't taking any chances.

Another person, however, hadn't stopped looking. Through the slats of the bench, Tom caught the sight of a familiar Star Fleet uniform and familiar hands resting on familiar hips. The figure next to him wasn't familiar at all.

"The locator said this is where he would be."

Tom glanced down at his communicator and silently cursed.

"Well, then. Where is he?" the other figure, an older woman, replied.

Tom rolled his eyes and pulled on Harry's arm.

"We might as well get this over with."

"Get what over with?"

Without another word, Tom scrambled from behind the bench, pulling Harry along with him.

"Dad," Tom stated, emotionlessly.

The gray haired admiral spun around on his heel, and stared at the son he hadn't seen in, well, probably more than fifteen years. More than one person was shocked to see tears well up in his eyes.

"Thomas!"

The tall lieutenant was pulled off his feet into a bear hug and spun around by his father.

"Tom, Tom, Tom," he exclaimed, holding his son out at arms length. "There is so much that I want to tell you. I thought you were dead! I've made so many mistakes with you. Tom, I'm so sorry, I'm the screw up. If I had only been there for you. . ."

"Whoa, dad! What is with you? And who's your lady friend?"

Admiral Paris finally let go of his son and proudly pulled the woman in question forward.

"Tom, meet Wendy. Your step mother."

"Welcome home!" she exclaimed and pulled him into an embrace of her own. Still in shock, Tom hugged her back.

Harry stepped up to him and pulled at his sleeve.

"Huh? Oh! Dad? Um, Wendy? I'd like you to meet Harry Kim, my husband."

It was Harry's turn to have the breath hugged out of him.

"It's so nice to meet you!"

"Welcome to the family. . . son!"

After many more hugs, kisses, and loving words, the men were finally released and allowed to breathe.

"Tom, Harry, you're staying with us," the admiral stated, firmly. "Please?"

"There they are!"

The shout came from across the park. Harry's family, who hadn't stopped looking for them after all, had found them.

"Um, ok, dad. We'll stay with you. No problem! But, can we go now?"

"Now," Harry interjected. "Now is good. Ahhhh!"

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"Ahhhhhhh!"

Harry sat bolt up right in bed, sweat streaming down his face. Tom was next to him in an instant, all thought of sleep gone, wrapping his arms around his lover.

"Harry? Harry! It's all right. You're here with me. It was just a bad dream."

"Tom! Thank god! It was horrible. We made it home."

"That was horrible?"

"Well, no, but Libby, she had waited for me, but we were married. When I told my family, they went ballistic and started chasing us. We hid, but your father found us, and he was really weird. He had a wife, and he was hugging us, and, and, and. . ." Harry took a deep breath, got up and put his robe on. "It must be stress."

Tom's blue eyes sparkled with humor as he watched his lover pace.

"That's probably true. Come back to bed and I'll relieve some of that stress."

When Harry turned back to him, his eyes did not match Tom's twinkle. He looked way too serious for his own good.

"I can't do it, Tom. I can't marry you. That dream was telling me that I'm making a mistake. I'm sorry. The wedding's off."

"Harry," Tom felt a cold hand grip his heart. "You can't be serious! It was just a dream! You're just getting cold feet. Now, come back to bed and stop scaring me."

"No, Tom. I'm sorry. I'm going to go stay with B'Elanna tonight and then I'll ask for new quarters in the morning."

"Harry? God, no! Harry, don't do this! NOOOO!"

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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

"Tom! Tom! Wake up!"

Tom jumped at the sound of Harry's voice. He sat up, rubbing his face and looked around. He was in Harry's quarters, on his couch. Harry was bent over him, concern creasing his brow. He casually swiped the backs of his fingers lightly over the furrow.

"What happened?"

"Uh," Harry stood back a little and rubbed the back of his neck. "I was playing a new piece for you, and you fell asleep. All of a sudden, you were screaming your head off. What were you dreaming?"

"It was the strangest thing. In the dream, you had a dream that we had made it home and Libby had waited and your family freaked out and chased us when they found out we were married and my dad was all nice and loving and welcoming you into the family and you woke up screaming and told me that the wedding was off and you were moving out. . ."

"Whoa, hold up there Paris. You're losing me. Married? Calling off the wedding? What are you talking about?"

Tom dropped to one knee and took both of Harry's hands in his.

"Ah, Har, I know I'm being silly, but that dream really shook me up. I love you and I never want to lose you. Please, don't call off the wedding."

"What!?"

The confusion of just waking was finally clearing up.

"Oops," Tom laughed, a little nervously. "Guess I forgot a step. Um, Harry, what I came here to talk to you tonight about was us. I'd like to take our friendship a step further. I really care about you and would like to start seeing you, you know, like dating."

Harry was starting to feel a little light headed.

"You love me?"

"Well, I didn't plan on telling you that right away, but I guess that kinda slipped out, huh? Yeah, I love you, Har."

"And in your dream, we're married? Or getting married?"

"Uh, yeah. I think about that a lot, actually. You're my best friend. I know I could spend the rest of my life with you. But, we're getting a little ahead of ourselves here; how about that date?"

"Um, ok?"

"Great! And if that goes well, then we'll talk about the wedding! Harry? Harry! Wake up! I was just kidding! Man, that had to hurt. Baby? Come on. . ."

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