Author's notes:This story is PG at best... I mean there's a WHOLE kiss and a cuddle in it... but it is P/K for that whole kiss and cuddle so if you don't like those boys or two boys together then don't read this story.
And finally I wrote this in about 45 minutes... hence i haven't edited it... no beta readers touched it... the best it got was spell check.
We got home last week.
It was amazing... exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. For me
anyway. Well me and the former Maquis. We didn't know what sort of
welcome to expect. If any at all.
And here we are today. Today they tell us what they're going to o with
us. It's actually just us 'bad guys.' It's the whole crew. Files have
been reviewed. Decisions have been made.
I'm scared to death. What if they lock me up again? Or they boot me
out again. I know that might not seem so bad. But if the boot me
out... I don't know what I'll do. I'll have to leave Harry. It'll kill
him and me. But he won't exactly get very far in his career with
Starfleet with a lying, court marshaled, ex-Maquis, failure for a lover.
I can't hold him back like that. Especially after he told me how much
he wanted to stay with the fleet. He said he couldn't imagine doing
anything else.
My name's called. I get a few shaky attempts at reassuring smiles from
those yet to be called. They don't help.
I enter the small room. The board is seated at their table staring at
me. Oh God. Half these fogies were on the panel that Court marshaled
me. And I've known most of them through my father since I was a child.
Darrkin. Shit. He was on the court Marshal. And he never liked me
much. Of course since this day that couldn't possibly get worse of
course has to get worse he rises. Wonderful, so much for an impartial
decision.
"Tomas Eugene Paris?"
"Yes." I reply.
"Why did you join the Maquis after your Court Marshal?" I blink what
does that have to do with this? Oh well.
"I needed to fly."
"And that is the only reason? You do not share any of their
ideologies."
"I understand why they were trying to do what they are. But I don't
believe they are going about in the right way."
"Thank you Mr. Paris."
They huddle around. There are a few whispers, a few padds shuffled back
and forth.
"Star Fleet owes you an enormous apology." Admiral Darrkin says.
It think my jaw drops, and I know my eyes were bugging out. "Huh?" I
chock in utter shock.
"A great many things have come to light in the years Voyager has been
lost."
My eyes are still bugging out.
"At ease Mr. Paris." I try to relax. "About three years ago there was
another inquiry in to the incident at Caldik Prime. It was found
despite you were not at fault for the crash."
"What?" I gasp. I know I was responsible... I made a mistake. I
killed them... I confessed.
"You were not at fault. It would has seemed you were. Even to your
self. You flew in to the magnetic disturbance because you thought it
was weak enough you could have flown through it. You were wrong. But
so were your sensors. They were sabotaged. A similar incident happened
a few years ago. But one of those responsible was caught. In a plea
bargain he sold out his co-conspirators implicating them in the Caldik
Prime incidents as well as several other unexplained accidents."
I felt my knees weaken. I think a nearly fell. I wasn't at fault? I
hadn't killed them? Oh my god. Oh my god.
"And so we would like to offer to reinstate you. At the rank of full
Lieutenant if you'll accept."
I stared.
"Mr. Paris? Would you like to return to the fleet? Everything
pertaining to your Court Marshal has already been removed from your
records."
I blinked. "But Sir... I joined the Maquis... I was convicted of
treason." I didn't really want to remind them... I should just take
this and run. But I had to.
"You've already told us you do not sympathize with the Maquis. You
didn't joint the Maquis to fight the Federation or it's Allies. You
joined to fly. That *is* correct?"
"Yes... but..."
"Mr. Paris. Tom. You never would have joined if you hadn't been Court
Marshaled. You had to fly no one else would take you. Besides you
were to be released for helping Captain Janeway find Chakotay's ship.
They were found you're a free man."
I didn't like that... it didn't sound good for Chakotay and the rest of
his former crew.
"Now do you wish to be reinstated in the Fleet?"
I worried for an instant then on thing crossed my mind. Harry. "Hell
yes." I almost shouted drawing smiles from every last one of them.
"In that case welcome back Lt. Paris." Darrkin grinned at me as he
stepped around the table and came to stand beside me. Raising his hands
to my collar he pined on the full Lieutenant's pips. And shook my hand
smiling all the while. Maybe he didn't hate me after all.
I shook the rest of their hands and was dismissed. He walked out of the
room through the door in the opposite walk. Every one who had already
been through was there. The room went quiet I think we all expected I
would be hauled off to Auckland.
Harry was the first to move. He came to stand right in front of me.
One hand stoked my cheek then slid down. And he fingered the pips on my
collar. "Oh Tom." He whispered and then we were in each other's arms
mouths locked together.
The room erupted in to cheers. We parted. Harry laughed I blushed.
*** *** *** **** ***
"Are you still up?"
Tom whipped around to face his husband.
"You said you'd come to bed soon." Harry pouted. "It's been three
hours."
"I was just reading love I forgot the time."
The younger man glanced over Tom's shoulder. "That one again?"
"Sometimes I need to remind myself."
"I know. But Tom you are free, it wasn't your fault. You are married
to me and piloting a beautiful ship and a Lieutenant Commander in Star
Fleet who could possibly pull yet another promotion next round of
evals."
Tom rose and wrapped his arms and his much-loved husband. "Thanks Har.
I needed that."
"I know. Now will you come to bed? I don't sleep well alone these
days.