Letting Go of The Past
Even though she knows she should be worrying about other things, she can't.
Spoilers: Series finale
Rating: PG
Characters: B'elanna
Disclaimer: Definitely not mine. I'm just borrowing.
Notes: Too many rewatches of Voyager started to effect my brain. Unbeta'd.
B'elanna knows she should be worrying about other things right now.
Like the ship. Specifically, the reaction core and how the jump may have affected it.
Realistically, she knows Seven can handle any emergency that may come up, but engineering is her responsibility and she thinks that she should be there, making sure everything runs smoothly and efficiently. Or at the very least, making sure that nothing explodes.
Or she should be worrying about her status, since they're now back in Federation space and she's still - first and foremost - a Maquis. The Starfleet personnel on board may have forgotten, but she hasn't and neither have the others. And she's damned sure her new father-in-law hasn't; he may have forgotten the fact temporarily but surely he'll remember once the novelty of his new granddaughter wears off.
Or when Tom disappoints him again and he needs another failure to heap upon his son's shoulders. And what better way to do that then to point out how tragic it is that he had to marry a half-Klingon, all-Maquis woman?
And then there's *her* family. Her fierce, loving grandmother who will silently wonder if B'elanna's destined herself to the same fate as her mother simply because she fell in love with a human male. Not that she'll ever speak the words aloud, but it will be there in her eyes...
The same type of eyes that B'elanna is looking down into now.
The ridges on her daughter's forehead aren't nearly as pronounced as her own. Her skin, which will never be as pale as Tom's, is a smooth and creamy caramel color. Her hands and feet and body are perfectly formed.
But it's her eyes that draw B'elanna's gaze the most.
They have a fierce Klingon look in them – even now, at only a few minutes old - and B'elanna can't help but smile down at her and think that even though she knows she should be worrying about other things, she can't. Because with the baby in her arms and Tom by her side, there's nothing worth worrying about.
~End~
Posted by Cassie on 03:13 PM