Be Careful What you Wish For By Erin Alpert Okay, I've had BlOoD FeVeR fEvEr for months now, and will not allow myself to go without a story. I'd like to dedicated this to 2 new P/Ters, one, who shall remain nameless for his/her safety, and 2, my brother, Brian, AKA, Bree, the "Dead meat boy". It wasn't a slow day in Engineering, not for B'Elanna, at least. *Be careful what you wish for,* that's what she told him. Of all things, that's what she said. She really needed to talk to him, among others, but mostly him. She needed to apologize to Neelix, for blaming him for nearly killing her. She needed to apologize to Vorik, for being so mean, but really, he deserved it. She needed to apologize to the whole away team, really, just for acting the way she did. But mostly, she needed to apologize to Tom. And she would, as soon as her slow shift was over. She was nervous, wondering what he'd say, and was wishing she was a tele-path, so she could know what he thought, but she didn't, and she wasn't. Tom Paris was sitting in his quarters when he heard the door-bell ring. He had a feeling he knew who it was, but wasn't sure. "Who is it?" "Tom, It's me," ah, so it was Torres. "Come in," Paris called, not knowing what to expect. She uneasily walked in, shifting weight from foot to foot. Paris could feel what she was feeling, and he was just as nervous. "So, hi," Paris said, breaking the silence. "Hi," she murmured. Nothing was accomplished in those words. "So, you wanna sit down?" Paris asked, moving over to make room for her on the couch. "Sure," she was mumbling again, and she sat down. Then it was silent again, not a word was spoken, it was an awkward situation. Then they both began a sentence at the same time. "Tom," "B'Elanna," the words were mixed together, so neither one was truly understandable. Paris stopped talking, "you go first." "Okay," she took a breath, "I'm sorry." "For what?" "For everything," she was frustrated, and Paris could easily tell, "for everything that happened on the planet. For being so, snappy. For biting you.." He smiled, and tried not to let the snort inside of him escape. "What?" "Nothing, apology accepted," and he was solemn again. It was quiet now, too quiet, and Torres didn't like it. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." "You said that already, and I accepted it already." "I know, but, about forgetting the whole thing, maybe that's not such a good idea." "Maybe not, and we will be here for a long time, maybe. Hopefully not, but maybe." "The thing I'm worried about is our friendship, if we let all this get to our heads, who knows what will happen." "Maybe. And don't get me wrong on this, I value our friendship more than anything else in the world, but still, I can't help wondering what would happen if we, perused this, and became more than friends." "Who knows, maybe, someday, we will," she smiled, and noticed a slight grin on his face too. *Who knows, maybe, someday, we will,* was now echoing in her mind, and was much better than, *be careful what you wish for.* The End :+) Please keep reading, important message below, "It's hard to rely on my good intentions, When my head's full of things that I can't mention. It seems I usually get things right, But I can't understand what I did last night." Toad the Wet Sprocket- Good Intentions I loved Blood Fever!!!!!!!!!! Much better than Resolutions, IMHO. But, then again, back when Resolutions aired, I wasn't a J/Cer, or a P/Ter. Yup, I just was assimilated a few months ago. But, the best part of Blood Fever? The *kiss*, hahahahahaha, P/Ters saw it first, sorry J/Cers, but, we won!!!!!!!!! Copyright 1997, by Erin Alpert Yeah, yeah. I said it before, but for legal purposes, I'll say it again. Viacom/Paramount owns these characters, but the story is mine, ALL MINE, Comments are welcome to me, at eraalpert@aol.com