The BLTS Archive-  Draw Me Into You
by Amiroq. aka Gypzy (fitchett@netaccess.co.nz)

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A reply to Karahkwa's Christian slash challenge. Sofia, this one's
for you.

Disclaimer: Paramount does, I don't. Satellite does, I don't. Is
anyone else sensing a pattern here?

Jenn, what have you done to me??? This is the second story in two
*days* that features P/T! WAHHHH!!!!

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When I run
You wait for me a lifetime
When I hide
You seek me in my night
When I fall
You long to lift me up again
And when I've lost my way
You search endlessly
To bring me back to you
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They say the best things are those that no one expects; if that's
true, then this must be pure ecstacy.

It was after the accident, Har, you remember. Hell, you should, you
were there. Pilot's error, right? I think the entire ship noticed that
I didn't go to the memorial. I couldn't. I couldn't face it, you know?
Anyway, I was standing outside his quarters, wanting to go in but not
wanting to face that, either. I don't know how long I stood there.
Ten, maybe fifteen minutes I think. I don't know what I was expecting.
Eventually I worked up the courage to key in the code and go in.

And you know what? Most of it was exactly as it had been left. Sure,
the food and plates and things had been cleared away, but he still had
clothes strewn all over the place. I hated how he did that, but I
suppose I didn't really have any right to complain. You know how messy
I can be. I was standing there, looking at all this, then I spotted a
picture on the floor that had probably been knocked off a table. It
was taken at that party, remember when you were wearing that white
shirt and Tom was splashing you all the time? So I picked it up and I
was looking at it, this representation of him hugging me from behind,
with this silly grin plastered across his face, and-- God, I missed 
him, I really did. I don't even know why he still had the picture, 
whether he'd wanted us to get back together, or just good memories. Or 
else he'd just never got round to putting it away. I'd hardly put it 
past him. How often does he clean his *room*?

I'm getting sidetracked, aren't I? I was looking at the picture,
right, when the door opened and she came in. I thought she'd be at the
memorial or something, or else in her quarters. I sure didn't think
she'd come looking for me. She said something inane, something like,
"Why aren't you at the memorial?" then saw what the picture was.

We had a long talk. I can't really remember what either of us said,
but I felt a lot better afterwards. It was a little weird, sitting on
his couch drinking coffee, and talking about him like he was gone when
there were reminders of him everywhere. Hell, the room even *smelled*
like him still. We didn't stop talking until after the memorial was
supposed to finish, some mad hour in the middle of the night, and I 
was tired, so she walked me home. Pretty innocent, right? Or not.

She kissed me.

I'd never kissed a woman before, and I didn't know what to think. It
was okay. And there was sparkage. But-- I don't know. It was... weird.
I kind of pulled away, and there was this awkward silence. I wanted to
say something to make it all better, you know, but what came out was
more like, "I'd better get to bed." Stupid.

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I don't know why you love me
Why you wait so patiently
When I'm nothing compared to you
But when I turn to you
No matter how small my step
You trip running to welcome me
To draw me into you
Draw me into you
Draw me into you
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Didn't matter, though. The next day we went to the holodeck and played
velocity. I beat her, 7-3. If you listen to her side of it, I cheated.
She may be the captain, but she sure is one *hell* of a sore loser. I
think that if she hadn't said anything, we would have gone on like
that until we got home. But pretty much as soon as the game was over
and she was finished accusing me - good naturedly, of course - of 
cheating, she said, "Look, about last night..."

I can't remember the conversation wordperfect, but basically she said
that if she had to wait, she would. And she did. For nearly seven
months. It was those months about a year ago when everyone was saying
we were having an affair, remember? Crazy times. I remember giving up
on arguing and just letting everyone think it, until eventually we
started pretending we were, just to get the rumour mills going again.
Seven months.

Then, I turned up at her door, just before she got into bed. Great
timing. I didn't really know what to say, but she got the point. I
stayed the night. Nothing kinky, not like that. We... talked. And
kissed a bit, yeah, that too. It was good. She's actually really nice
when you get to know her. Yeah, I know, nice isn't the best word to
use. She's funny, though. I guess there's something about the bridge
that makes her act a lot different. You should talk to her sometimes. 
I think she gets lonely, you know. She's fun, though, jokes about it, 
things like that.

Yeah, definitely unexpected. But then, wouldn't life be boring if we
always knew what was going to happen?

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The End