Musings of an Insignificant Ensign
Disclaimer: The Ensign is mine, the rest of the characters belong to Paramount, I just took them for a test drive, so don't sue me!
Home, at least that's where I've been told I am.
Home, but without my home.
Home is where the heart is right? And my heart is
somewhere locked away.
Home is a PADD and a desk somewhere on a ship in the
delta quadrant. Home isn't here on Earth. Not anymore.
Home, sat in a children's playground in an emotional
The clouds, the birdsong, the smell, of Earth. My
Earth, not some makeshift earth in the Delta Quadrant.
Ironic that this insignificant Maquis ensign should
be walking free. While the Starfleet crew are being
court marshalled and disgraced.
Starfleet seems to think that it was Tom Paris
stealing the ship, trying to escape from his family
and prison sentence on Earth. Starfleet also thinks
that Tom has the whole of the Starfleet crew under his
influence. They think he's got the crew blaming
Janeway to take the focus off him. Why can't they
believe he's changed?
They just don't realise how being light years from
home can change a person. Change a crew. Bring warring
factions, Maquis, Starfleet.. Borg together.
Home and Fields; things I thought I'd never see
again. Dandelions.. my grandmother told me once that
some people in Earth's history believed that if you
caught a dandelion seed you could make a wish and that
wish would come true.
Home; Happiness? My Family? The smell of a true
Barbecue? Dogs barking in the distance and the sound
of children at play? But what have I got to be happy
about? I'm sitting in this field, knowing that the
lieutenant I'd admired and loved so much is sat behind
a force field somewhere in Starfleet headquarters. I
can't be happy knowing I'll never see Harry Kim again.
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