“I’m looking for my L’ysiala. Are you her?”

B’elanna took a deep breath, “I don’t know, but I’d to find out.”

She was swept up in a passionate kiss. Tom teased her tongue with his own. She growled and leaned into the kiss. He disengaged, “You are not my L’ysiala. You are my friend.”

“I-Understand.”

He left. B’elanna burst into tears and collapsed to the floor of her cabin

“I’m looking for my L’ysiala. Are you her?”

Megan Delaney looked at Tom Paris in confusion, he looked unusually unkempt.

“Tom what are you talking about? Are you- mph” She was cut off as Tom kissed her. Surprised she fell against the mess hall table.

He broke the kiss. “You are not my L’ysiala.” The rest of the messhall stared as he simply turned and exited the mess hall.

“Wow,” Megan murmured, breathless.

“I am looking for my L’ysiala. Are you him?”

Gerron looked at Lieutenant Paris, he had heard that the pilot had been acting strange today. But he wasn’t prepared to be swept up in the best kiss of his young life. Tom’s hand came up to caress his hair, running his fingers through it. Finally he broke away.

“You are not my L’ysiala. You are my little brother.”

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“I am looking for my L’ysiala, are you him?”

“Paris what are you doing here?” Chakotay demanded, looking at the disheveled pilot standing before him........

Chapter 4