The BLTS Archive- American Pie: The One by Joanne Collins (luchenbackoutlaw@gmail.com) --- Here is is! Tom and Harry just wouldn't leave me alone. This is a sequel to American Pie, and is my second story. No flames about my taste in music please. Characters copyrighted by Paramount, used without permission. Story copyrighted March 1997 by Joanne Collins. Elton John's song The One is also used without permission. I give my permission for this story to be posted to ASC and to be archived at the ASC archives. It may also be posted to BLTS. It is also to be posted at R'Rain's archive. Please don't distribute elsewhere except for personal archiving. Do feel free to share the story with friends, just keep my name and the headers on it. This story starts the morning after American Pie. Did anyone notice how I put the Captain and Chakotay together when Tom and Harry were wondering how the crew was going to react? It wasn't deliberate then! Angst? Not a lot. Mush? Yep. Other Characters? Yes. Spoilers for The Chute, Investigations and Resolutions, and that's about all. Dedicated to torch, for her Playboy series and all her other stories, and to "Emma Woodhouse" for all of her stories. And yes, it's perfectly possible for Harry and Wesley to have been at the Academy at the same time, according to The Star Trek Chronlogy, they were born in the same year, as were Chakotay and Riker. --- In the instant that you love someone, In the second that the hammer hits, Reality runs up your spine, And the pieces finally fit. Elton John, The One. --- Harry came awake slowly, realising only after a moment that he wasn't still in that prison. He realised he was naked, and then that he wasn't in his cabin. Then he realised the pillow he was lying on wasn't a pillow at all, but a shoulder. A very muscular shoulder. Tom's shoulder. And then he remembered Tom telling him that he loved him, and he felt a rush of happiness that threatened to overwhelm him. "Morning," Tom murmured, startling Harry, he'd thought Tom was still asleep. "Morning," replied Harry, finally lifting his head to meet Tom's gaze. 'Wow,' thought Harry, as he met Tom's aroused blue gaze, then became aware of Tom's erection poking him in his hip. Tom grinned ruefully, "Always happens to me in the morning, usually because the first thoughts I have are of you." Harry looked skeptically at Tom, then moved a little so that Tom was aware of Harry's erection as well. "So what do we do about this, then, Tom?" Harry teased. "How about this?" Tom asked, and moved to cover Harry's body with his, moving so their erections met. Harry gasped, this was another new sensation, and Tom moved again, and they were thrusting to meet each other, moving more and more frantically, racing up to the edge of arousal and then over it, coming all over each other with loud cries of passion escaping from their throats simultaneously. Harry was the first to move, gently moving Tom from his chest, but spooning up beside him so that Tom wouldn't feel rejected. "So how do we get back to our quarters to shower, Tom?" Tom grinned, "We don't. There's a bathroom programmed. Or had you forgotten?" "Do you think of everything, Tom?" "Nah, I just like to do it in the shower." Harry blushed, and Tom laughed, and said, "If you keep turning that delicious colour, love, we won't have time for breakfast before our shift," and Tom got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Harry decided to leave Tom to shower alone, and curled up for a few more minutes in the huge four-poster bed, that Tom had assured him was standard on Risa. His mind wandered back over the events of the past few days, he shuddered at the thought of the prison, and what he'd tried to do to Tom, but Tom had forgiven him, he kept thinking of that, and then Tom had told him he loved him, and Harry hadn't been able to accept that love at first, but after he'd thought about it, he'd realised he loved Tom as well. He smiled as he remembered coming back to Sandrine's and finding Tom at the piano, then Tom had played a song that had symbolised all of Harry's feelings about what had happened, and Harry heard Tom's singing again in his head, the line that kept coming back to him was 'something touched me deep inside, the day the music died.' Harry smiled when he thought that that could have two meanings in his case, and the second one was certainly not the meaning the singer had intended, although the first was definitely there as well. He had never been with another man before, but Tom had been so gentle and tender with him, he had known he was loved and that he loved in return. Then he heard the shower stop, and Tom emerged from the bathroom in a fresh uniform. Oh my. Harry had known that Tom looked good in the uniform, but it was quite a different experience to see his lover in the uniform rather than his best friend. "Harry, don't look at me like that, or I'll never explain to the Captain why I'm holding a PADD in my lap," Tom grinned, "Now go and have a shower, a cold one if you need it." Harry didn't take long, as he did need a cold shower, and he was out of the shower and dressed fifteen minutes later. "Breakfast?" Tom asked, as they headed for the entrance to the holodeck, then moved into the turbolift. "Yeah. I'm a bit nervous about being around everyone again." "Because of us?" Tom asked, looking concerned. "No, because I haven't seen anyone except the Captain, Kes, the Doc and Tuvok since we got back." "It'll be fine, Harry. No one's going to hurt us on Voyager." "I know, it's just that I'm nervous, you know, about telling people." "About us?" "No, about what I nearly did to you." "Harry, I thought we'd been through that already." "We have, Tom, I just have to work it through for myself." Tom didn't say anything, knowing what Harry meant, he'd had to do something similar himself after his own prison experiences. He breathed a sigh of relief when the turbolift stopped, and they stepped out and headed for the mess hall. The first person they saw was B'Elanna Torres, Voyager's chief engineer and one of their best friends. The beautiful half-Klingon smiled when she saw them, and gave them each a bone-crushing hug. "I'm so glad you're all right, Tom and Harry." "Thanks B'Elanna," Tom gasped. "We won't be all right for long," Harry teased, " If you keep greeting us like that!" "Oh, I don't know. We can always take care of each other's bruises," teased Tom. "Where does it hurt, Tom?" Harry asked. "Oh," Tom's eyes gleamed, "Right here," he pointed to the side of his neck. Harry was NOT about to let that opportunity pass him by, and he wrapped Tom in a warm embrace, kissing the spot he'd pointed to gently. The two men separated slowly, becoming aware of B'Elanna's laughter. "What's so funny, Maquis?" Harry asked, grinning. "You know very well that I didn't even touch his neck, Starfleet. So is this a new development?" "Very new. Last night as a matter of fact." "How do you feel about it, B'Elanna?" asked Tom, hesitantly. "If it were anyone else but Harry, I'd give it six weeks, but I know you'd never do that to Harry, Tom. But you should be prepared for gossip and speculation, especially considering your reputation." "True. But if Harry and I can survive that place, I don't think a little gossip could possibly hurt us." B'Elanna turned to the wall panel to open the turbolift, and thought for a moment that perhaps she had been too hasty in turning Tom down when he'd asked her out soon after their experiences in the Vidiian prison, but she'd still had feelings for Chakotay then, and she hadn't been able to think of Tom as anything but a sympathetic friend. Although she'd gotten over her feelings for Chakotay, especially after she'd realised how he felt about Captain Janeway, Tom had started dating Megan Delaney by that time, and they had only recently broken up. B'Elanna had recently started seeing Geron, but there was still that moment of regret over not exploring her chance with Tom. Just as the doors of the lift opened, the three friends heard a voice calling "hold it." B'Elanna and Harry headed into the lift, and Tom turned around to see Batehart, Dalby and Megan and Jenny Delaney walking towards them. "Morning, guys." "Morning, Paris," Batehart replied. "Hello, Tom," Jenny Delaney twinkled, she'd been after him since he and Megan had broken up. Dalby and Megan nodded to him, too wrapped up in each other to really notice him. "Tom," Jenny began, "I was thinking, I've written a new holoprogram, and I was wondering if I could get you to have a look at it, see what needs improving, things like that." "Uh, sure, Jenny. What sort of program is it?" "It's a holonovel, a romantic one. I'd like you to take the leading man's role, and just run it through with me once, then I can create the character based on your recommendations." "When?" asked Tom, cursing himself for being caught by such an obvious ploy, obviously being in love was slowing his mental processes. "How about after your shift? We could have dinner first, maybe?" Tom was trying to form a refusal that wouldn't leave Jenny feeling too rejected, when he felt arms slipping around him from behind. He smiled, Harry must have wondered what was taking him and Jenny so long, and turned to kiss Harry, thinking that maybe this would give Jenny a gentle hint. "Oh!" Jenny paled, then turned on her heel, walking back towards her quarters. Tom looked at Harry, and whispered, "Thanks, Harry. I was trying to think of a way to discourage her." "I thought maybe you needed a little help. I remember that trip to the holodeck with her and how...persistent she can be." "Come on, guys. You can neck later," B'Elanna called impatiently from the lift. Megan, Batehart and Dalby were looking at her in surprise when Harry and Tom entered the lift, holding hands. No one said a word as the lift headed for the mess hall, but Tom pulled Harry close to him, his arms meeting in front of Harry's chest. The other three preceded Tom, Harry and B'Elanna out of the turbolift, and the three friends exchanged an amused glance, thinking that the news about Tom and Harry would be all over the mess hall before they got in there. "I never thought I'd say this," Tom grinned, "But I can guarantee you that there really is worse food in the universe than leola root." "Amen to that," Harry agreed, thinking back to the bars of whatever it was the Akritirians had used. "Listen to that, B'Ela, Harry has actually admitted that there is inedible food in the universe." "You two were bad enough before romance blossomed, but I can tell you are going to be unbearable now that it has," B'Elanna smiled at them indulgently, and waved to Geron, who was standing at the door of the mess hall, obviously looking for her, although she noticed with a smile that he had glanced curiously at Tom and Harry as well. "Well, shall we face the masses?" Tom asked his lover. "Masses? Tom, there's usually only twenty-five people maximum in the mess hall at this time of the day," Harry laughed. "Yeah, but it'll include Chakotay, the Captain, Chell, Tuvok, Kes and Neelix. Want to have breakfast in my quarters instead?" "No, Tom. We have to get out among people again. I'm sure it's far too easy after what we went through to close up and withdraw into our own safe world, but we aren't going to do that, are we?" "Well, I just wanted to be alone with you for a little longer, but all right," and Tom walked into the mess hall, with Harry right behind him. He smiled for a moment as all conversation seemed to pause for a moment, then he looked over at the Captain, and she gave him her usual 'good morning' smile, and beckoned him and Harry over to join her and Chakotay. Tom wondered idly if there was anything to their sitting together, it didn't happen that often, usually Janeway ate with Tuvok and Chakotay with B'Elanna or them. The two men went over to sit with their superior officers, who looked as if they needed about another six hours of sleep. "Morning Mr Paris, Mr Kim." "Morning, Captain, Commander." "I'm glad to see you both back here," Chakotay said, smiling. Tom looked at Chakotay, and remembered that he was the only other person on the ship who'd known about his feelings for Harry. He thought back to the day he'd been in the holodeck, playing the piano, and Chakotay had walked in unexpectedly. Tom had been thinking about how he might never have the chance to tell Harry about his feelings, as Harry was on a very dangerous away mission, and he'd had to tell someone. He told Chakotay how he'd loved Harry for so long, keeping quiet because of his fiancee at first, and then because he just hadn't found the right opportunity to tell him. Chakotay had been very supportive, to Tom's surprise, and that was when Tom had realised that Chakotay had forgiven him for the undercover incident. Tom looked away from Chakotay for a moment, looking at Harry, who was greeting the Captain, with such love and tenderness that it could not possibly be misinterpreted. Then he looked back at Chakotay. "You told him." It was not a question. "Yes. I had to. And he feels the same way." "That's wonderful, Par-Tom. I hope you'll both be very happy." "I already am.""You know, there's going to be a lot of gossip and innuendo. If it gets out of hand, please come to me." "Thanks, Comm-Chakotay. I don't think our close friends will gossip, and I for one don't really care about the others." "Well, I'm here if there's ever anything I can do to make things easier." "I don't know about making it easier, but will you join us for dinner tonight? I've got more replicator rations than I could use in two months, and Harry and I are planning to splurge again." "All right, why not? What time?" "2000 hours? I'd like to spend some time at Sandrine's with Harry first." "I'll be there." "Tom, are you coping all right?" Captain Janeway asked him, looking away from Harry for a moment. "I'm fine, Captain. Harry's helped me a lot." "If you're sure..." "Captain, if it gets too much, I'll talk to Chakotay or Kes. And that goes for both of us." "That's all very well, Tom, but you can't be with Harry twenty-four hours a day, what if he has a crisis in the middle of the night?" "Captain, if Harry has a crisis in the middle of the night, I will be there," Tom said, quietly but emphatically. Kathryn Janeway turned slightly pink. "I'm sorry, Tom, I didn't know." "There wasn't anything to know before last night, Captain." "So, is this serious, Tom? Or..." "It's serious. I've been in love with Harry for a long time, Captain." "Well, then, at least something good came out of that horrible experience for you." "Yes," agreed Harry, taking one of Tom's hands. "Good morning, Tom and Harry, I'm so glad to see you're all right," Neelix came up to them, bearing two plates of something that glowed pinkly. He set them down in front of Tom and Harry, who looked bemusedly at it, then looked at each other, and shrugged. Neelix looked at the two young humans, and seemed to realise what was happening. "Tom, are you and Harry-?" "Yes, Neelix." "That's wonderful, wonderful. I'm very happy for you both. At least I won't have to worry about your chasing Kes for another few weeks, eh, Tom?" Tom heaved a sigh of frustration, knowing that this was mild compared to the teasing he was probably in for, and answered Neelix. "I don't think you'll ever have to worry about that again, Neelix. As far as I'm concerned, this is for keeps." Neelix looked surprised, but pleased at this. "Good morning, Tom, Harry," came a soft voice. "Good morning, Kes," replied Harry, as Tom was finally sampling the pink stuff on his plate. "I hope you two have followed the Doctor's orders, and gotten plenty of sleep and had a good meal," Kes admonished them gently. "We have, Kes. I wouldn't let Harry do anything to harm himself," Tom said to the petite blonde Ocampan. Kes smiled sweetly at them, and then she beamed brilliantly as Neelix whispered in her pointed ear. "Tom, Harry, that's marvellous news. I'm so happy for both of you." "Thank you, Kes. When does the Doctor want to see us again?" asked Harry. "Sometime today, whenever you can get to Sickbay." "We'll see you then, Kes." The table grew quiet again as Kes and Neelix left, and the officers ate their meal, which was surprisingly edible for one of Neelix's efforts. Tom became aware of a conversation a few tables away as he sipped his 'coffee'. "He leads me on, and then takes up with someone who's too young and naive to realise that he'll do it to him as well," came Jenny Delaney's voice. "Tom's not that bad, he's just not built for long-term usage," said her sister. "I still don't trust the jerk, except at the conn. He's as good a pilot as he thinks he is, but I'd bet he's as bad at relationships as you say," Dalby added. "Yeah, and he claims to be the kid's friend. I'll bet he's just wanted this since they met," was Batehart's contribution. The others at the table noticed Tom's face darkening, and Harry asked him quietly, "What's the matter, love?" "Tom, are you all right?" asked the Captain, wondering if this could be a delayed effect of the implant. Chakotay didn't say anything, but Tom could tell by his glance at the other table that he knew what the problem was. "It's fine. I knew it was going to happen, I just...I wasn't prepared for how bad it was going to feel. It's time I was on the bridge, anyway." And with that he stood up and walked out of the mess hall, not meeting anyone's eyes as he headed for the door. --- That day was fairly quiet, and eight hours later, Tom and Harry were back in Tom's quarters. "Sandrine's?" Tom asked. "Yeah, as soon as I go back to my quarters and change." "Borrow something of mine, it'll be quicker." "Okay." Tom rummaged in his closet, tossing Harry a pair of jeans and a striped shirt. "Those should fit, and look good on you too." "Tom, what was it that got you so upset you practically stalked out of the mess hall this morning?" "Oh, it was only what I was expecting, you know, people saying I was leading you on, and that all I was after was sex. You know, the usual bullshit." Harry came over to him and pulled him close. "It does hurt, Tom. It makes you look like a jerk, and me like a kid who doesn't know what he's getting into." "Are you sure you do?" "You bet I do, Tom. And I can't wait." Tom's eyes blazed, and he asked, "Do you want to forget Sandrine's? We could stay here instead...." "No, Tom. I'm not ashamed to be seen with you, and don't forget our dinner with Chakotay." "All right, but hurry and change. If you don't, I'll take you where you stand." "Promises, promises, hot shot," Harry grinned, and slipped out of his uniform and into the clothes. Tom had changed already and was wearing a dark blue shirt and black pants. Sandrine's was packed, as was usual for this time of day, and Captain Janeway challenged Tom to a game of pool as soon as they walked in. Tom agreed, and boldly suggested that if she won, she could join himself, Harry and Chakotay for dinner. Harry smiled when he heard that, and she agreed immediately. A few minutes later, she sank the last ball, with a triumphant flourish. Tom grinned, and asked if she would like something to drink. She shook her head, and said she would wait until dinner. She then went over to talk to B'Elanna about some engineering issue. Tom headed towards the table Harry was sitting at with Geron and Hogan, playing poker. He was almost there, when he heard a snatch of conversation. "...Paris thinks he can get away with hurting that kid, I'll tell him differently..." He hadn't heard who had said it, but he was sick of people thinking he was out to hurt Harry, or to add another notch to his belt. An idea struck him. "Computer, delete pool table, run program subroutine Paris-L."The pool table winked out of existence, to be replaced by a piano. Tom walked over and sat at it. "It's come to my attention," Tom began, "that a lot of people think I've got ulterior motives in beginning a relationship with Harry. That's not true. I want to do something to stop all the gossip and innuendo, at least the talk that I'm only out to hurt him. This song is for you, Harry. I love you, you are The One for me." Tom began to play. I saw you dancing out the ocean, Running fast along the sand, A spirit born of earth and water, Fire flying from your hands. In the instant that you love someone, In the second that the hammer hits, Reality runs up your spine, And the pieces finally fit. And all I ever needed was the One, Like freedom feels where wild horses run, When stars collide like you and I, No shadows block the sun, You're all I've ever needed, Baby you're the One. There are caravans we follow, Drunken nights in dark hotels, When chances breathe between the silence, Where sex and love no longer gel. For each man in his time is Cain, Until he walks along the beach, And sees his future in the water, A long lost heart within his reach. And all I ever needed was the One, Like freedom feels where wild horses run, When stars collide like you and I, No shadows block the sun, Oh you're all I've ever needed, Ooh baby, you're the One. Tom finished the song, and was surprised to realise tears were running down his cheeks. Harry came over to him and put his arms around him. "You're The One for me, too," he whispered. "I love you, Harry, and I can take anything they throw at me, as long as I know I've got you." "I'm not going anywhere." "Tom." It was Jenny Delaney. "Jenny." "I'm sorry. I've been acting like a jealous bitch when I've never had the right to feel more than perhaps a little hurt." "It's all right, Jenny. I know what it's like to have feelings for someone who doesn't return them." Jenny left them with a wistful smile on her face. "Now, Harry, are you ready for that dinner with the Captain and Chakotay?" "Yeah, Tom. That was sneaky of you, by the way." "That's me," Tom grinned. "Brat!" Harry said. Half an hour later, they were almost finished the preparations, when Tom's door chime sounded. Harry answered it, as Tom was looking for the case of wine he had brought on board with him, which he had hidden so well, he couldn't remember where it was. Harry greeted Chakotay, and they both started at Tom's triumphant shout when he finally found it. "Missiion accomplished, I presume?" Chakotay asked. "Tom hid a case of wine so well when he came on board, he couldn't remember where it was," Harry smiled. "That sounds like Paris," the commander smiled, "I remember he did something similar when he joined our cell, but it was scotch then." The door chimed again, and Chakotay looked at Harry in surprise. "The Captain is also joining us," Harry explained. Chakotay sat down on Tom's couch before he fell down in surprise, as Tom came out of his bedroom with a bottle of wine, and Harry opened the door for the Captain. Chakotay's eyes widened when he saw her, she was dressed in a green silk dress that clung to her without being tight, and she looked soft and feminine. "Hello, gentlemen." They all looked rather startled, but collected themselves enough to greet her. She smiled amusedly, thinking how much difference a change of clothes could make. An hour later, they had finished a delicious meal of pasta with chicken and mushrooms, followed by a positively sinful chocolate mousse cake, and were sitting comfortably enjoying the last of the wine. "Chateau Picard, I haven't had that since the last time I was in France," Kathryn Janeway mused. "Do you know the Captain?" asked Tom. "Jean-Luc? He was a few years ahead of me at the Academy, but I knew Beverly Howard, who married his best friend, Jack Crusher." "Was that Wesley's mother?" asked Harry, "Wesley and I were at the Academy together." "Yes, that's right, Harry, her son was called Wesley." "He was a friend of my father's, Captain Picard, that is. He's one of the few friends of my father's I could stand to be in the same room with for longer than five minutes. We used to talk about archaeology." "Jean-Luc was obsessed with archaeology. He wanted to take me on a dig." "And you didn't want to leave your bathtub?" Chakotay teased. "Something like that," replied Kathryn, "I have to leave, now, gentlemen. Thank you for a lovely evening." "You're welcome, Captain. We'll have to do this again, sometime," replied Tom. "Captain, could I escort you to your cabin? I have something I'd like to discuss with you. We've been putting this discussion off since New Earth." "Yes, Commander, I think we have. Goodnight, Tom, Harry." "Goodnight," chorused the two young men, keeping their expressions sober as their superior officers left, but collapsing in helpless laughter as soon as Tom's door closed. "So, do you think that they'll work things out?" asked Tom. "I noticed how Chakotay paid very close attention to you when you were talking about how you'd decided that you had to tell me how you felt because you didn't want to waste any more time," Harry grinned slyly. Tom launched himself at his lover, kissing him thoroughly. "Now, what was that about not wasting time," Tom flashed a grin. "Yes, that is something we shouldn't do-oh, yes," Harry sighed as Tom lightly bit his neck. "Come on, let's move this to the bedroom." Harry followed, almost blindly, they were kissing and touching everywhere they could reach, and nearly fell over several times, but they made it to the bedroom relatively unscathed. Their clothes were removed in short order, and soon the lovers were entangled in the covers. Harry began exploring Tom's body, kissing his neck, then moving down to his nipples, hidden in curls of reddish-blonde hair, causing Tom to moan and gasp at his explorations. "Harry," Tom moaned, "Harry, I want you." "You've got me, Tom." "No, I want you to make love to me." "You mean..." "Yes, I want you inside me, please." "Tom, I've never..." "You remember what I did to you last night?" Harry nodded, "Just do the same to me." Harry went to the replicator, and requested a tube of lubricant. Then he came back over to the bed, and just looked at Tom for a moment, lying there in a state of aroused beauty. His skin was flushed, and he looked absolutely gorgeous, Harry thought. He settled himself back down on the bed, and moved over Tom, kissing him gently. He caressed Tom's shoulders and arms, moved down to his fingers, which he brought to his mouth, then sucked each one, slowly and sensuously. He then moved to caress Tom's hip bones, moving one hand forward to grasp his erection and the other back, coated with lubricant to explore his puckered opening. Harry began to move his finger in, gently, and began to move it around. He added a second, and then a third, scraping across a small lump which made Tom twitch and moan, he stopped for a moment, thinking he'd hurt Tom, who gasped out, "Don't stop, Harry," so he removed his fingers to a groan of frustration, and lubricated his straining erection. Tom moved himself into the same position Harry had been in the previous night, and Harry positioned himself over Tom, then he placed his erect penis at Tom's opening, and with a firm but gentle thrust was inside Tom. He paused for a moment to let himself grow used to the sensations, and began a gentle thrusting in and out of Tom's body. "Yes, Harry, that's it, don't stop, I love you," was Tom's incoherent response. Harry sped up a little, remembering how Tom had had to wait to be asked, and reached down to grasp Tom's erection in his hand, anchoring himself with the other. Harry began thrusting faster, pumping in and out of his lover, until the madness overwhelmed him and sent him over the edge. Tom came as Harry filled him deep inside, crying Harry's name, and "I love you." "Wow. That's amazing." "It is pretty good, isn't it?" Tom got up, pulling Harry with him, "Shower," he said, "We can't go to sleep like this, we'll be glued together in the morning." "Would that be so bad?" asked Harry. "No, but you explain it to the Captain." Harry decided that perhaps a shower was a good idea after all. After they finished, they climbed back into the bed, and curled up together, drifting off to sleep in each other's arms.. "Harry?" "Yeah, Tom?" "You really are The One, you know." "And you are The One for me." Then they fell asleep in each other's arms. --- The End