Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, because if I did things would've turned out WAY differently!
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The inspiration: Okay, that bit in "Endgame" when AJ's about to leave to change history, she's in her shuttle with Harry and she holds his face in her hands...bit of a disturbing image there but I wrote a fic for it! Please keep your hands and feet inside the cart at all times and enjoy the ride! This is told through Harry's POV as he ponders their relationship. Short and sweet.
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centerThe Way She Looked at Me
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by Doec/center
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From the way she looked at me, I thought she was going to kiss me. Nothing passionate, but I wouldn't have been totally surprised by a good-bye kiss. Nothing from her would surprise me anymore, not after what we've been to each other, all we've gone through.
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I didn't love her, nor her me, but we'd been playing Norma and Joe for years now. Ever since Chakotay married Seven of Nine. I'll say it again, we weren't in love, we were in desperation.
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After Voyager got home, we remained close, so that if either of us was lonely, the other would be just a quick call away. I spent many a night by her side. I must say she aged remarkably well. If she hadn't been so sad most of the time she would have been lovely, and perhaps wouldn't have had to depend on me to be her comfort. I knew I was all she had most of the time. The years back in the once longed-for Alpha Quadrant were as hard on her as her Voyager days. People here thought they knew the real Kathryn Janeway, because of her contribution to Starfleet. But none of them could know that Starfleet's most decorated Admiral cried at night. Every night. I wished I could love her, honest I did. But all I could give her was my pity.
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I'll admit, it wasn't a one-way deal between the two of us. I called her to my apartment nearly as often as she called me to hers. I clung to her as she did to me. For a time I thought she might have been in love with me, on a few occasions she asked to be my wife. But I just couldn't. Instead, I promised her that I'd always be there if she needed me. That seemed to be enough. My four-year Deep Space mission was hell for both of us. We could communicate with each other every day, but we both knew we weren't after the other's conversation. It was a relief to be back. She seemed so happy to see me, happier than I'd seen her in ages. Her cloud was beginning to lift, little by little. She was beginning to sparkle again. A teaching position at the Academy was enough to give her life new meaning. And now the matter of this suicide mission of hers that I'm allowing her to carry out...
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Now she stands here in front of me, and I wish that just for this moment that I loved her, so I could tell her so. I hold her for what would be the last time, and all I can think is that I didn't even get to kiss her good-bye.
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The inspiration: Okay, that bit in "Endgame" when AJ's about to leave to change history, she's in her shuttle with Harry and she holds his face in her hands...bit of a disturbing image there but I wrote a fic for it! Please keep your hands and feet inside the cart at all times and enjoy the ride! This is told through Harry's POV as he ponders their relationship. Short and sweet.
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centerThe Way She Looked at Me
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by Doec/center
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From the way she looked at me, I thought she was going to kiss me. Nothing passionate, but I wouldn't have been totally surprised by a good-bye kiss. Nothing from her would surprise me anymore, not after what we've been to each other, all we've gone through.
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I didn't love her, nor her me, but we'd been playing Norma and Joe for years now. Ever since Chakotay married Seven of Nine. I'll say it again, we weren't in love, we were in desperation.
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After Voyager got home, we remained close, so that if either of us was lonely, the other would be just a quick call away. I spent many a night by her side. I must say she aged remarkably well. If she hadn't been so sad most of the time she would have been lovely, and perhaps wouldn't have had to depend on me to be her comfort. I knew I was all she had most of the time. The years back in the once longed-for Alpha Quadrant were as hard on her as her Voyager days. People here thought they knew the real Kathryn Janeway, because of her contribution to Starfleet. But none of them could know that Starfleet's most decorated Admiral cried at night. Every night. I wished I could love her, honest I did. But all I could give her was my pity.
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I'll admit, it wasn't a one-way deal between the two of us. I called her to my apartment nearly as often as she called me to hers. I clung to her as she did to me. For a time I thought she might have been in love with me, on a few occasions she asked to be my wife. But I just couldn't. Instead, I promised her that I'd always be there if she needed me. That seemed to be enough. My four-year Deep Space mission was hell for both of us. We could communicate with each other every day, but we both knew we weren't after the other's conversation. It was a relief to be back. She seemed so happy to see me, happier than I'd seen her in ages. Her cloud was beginning to lift, little by little. She was beginning to sparkle again. A teaching position at the Academy was enough to give her life new meaning. And now the matter of this suicide mission of hers that I'm allowing her to carry out...
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Now she stands here in front of me, and I wish that just for this moment that I loved her, so I could tell her so. I hold her for what would be the last time, and all I can think is that I didn't even get to kiss her good-bye.