valentiesday

ATTENTION: This story has four of my own characters in it. The story of how
they got to Voyager is being written, but the short of it is they're
teenagers from somewhere in the 1997-2000 range. They're about 15, BTW.
Here's the script code for you:

HJ=Heather Jean Pa=Pauline
Ja=Jananly/Renae Me=Meredith
J=Janeway Ch=Chakotay
Tu=Tuvok P=Tom Paris
7=7 of9/Annika B=B'Elanna Torres
N=Neelix D=Doctor
C=Computor JC=Joe Carey
H=Harry Kim Everything else, you'll figure it out

And, for all of you out there who don't understand Trek/Militarty time,
it's translated for you. If you care, here's the explaination: if it's
less than twelve, it's that time AM. If it's more than twelve, subtract
twelve from it and it's that time PM. Simple, I hope.

Please excuse any type-os or misspellings. The characters names are
spelled right, though, so you CAN quote me on that.

DISCLAMERS: Voyager and her characters are Paramount's which is Viacom's.
Heather Jean and her friends, who may or may not be in the story, are mine.
Or, ours, rather, since they're based on the Trekker brigade. I an, of
course Heather Jean, and refer to myself as such in my comments.

The date: February 10th, 23__
Setting: Voyager's mess hall (surprise, surprise)

HJ: Neelix, there's an old Earth holiday coming up in four days. I want to
have a party. Will you help me plan it?

N: I'd be glad to. But, you might want to check with the cpatain. Get
permission.

HJ: All right. I'll be back in a few minutes. (She walks out) Heather
Jean to Janeway.

J: Janeway here.

HJ: Are you busy, captain? I'd like to talk to you.

J: Meet me in my ready room in five minutes.

HJ: How about ten? I'm coming from the mess hall.

J: Ten minutes it is. Janeway out.

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Ten Minutes Later-Janeway's ready room
The RR door chimes.

J: Enter.

HJ: (Enters <duh, that's what Janeway just told her to do!!>, and gets
right to the point.) Captain, do you knowe of an Earth holiday, St.
Valentine's day?

J: I know OF it, but the federation doesn't celebrate it officially.

HJ: I think we should. It's been a while since the whole ship had a party.
Granted, I had one three weeks ago, but it was for that Scottish poet
Robert Burns. The whole ship needs to celebrate, and I think this is the
PERFECT chance to have a party and be a little romantic.

J: What did you have in mind?

HJ: A party, hosted by me and my friends... with Neelix's help.

J: Will he be cooking?

HJ: Yes... But only what I tell him to.

J: when will it be?

HJ: (grins) February 14th, Holodeck one, 1700 hours to whenever it stops.

J: Have Mr. Neelix announce it in his news broadcast tomorrow morning.

HJ: THANK YOU!!!!! (hugs Janeway excitedly, and runs out.)

J: (Shaking her head) you'd never know she was 15.

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6 minutes later...
HJ: (runs into the mess hal, almost knocking over an ensign.) Sorry!
NEELIX! Neelix!

N: Yes? What's wrong?

HJ: Nothing! everything is right with the world! She said we could! She
said to have you announce it in your news broadcast tomorrow mornig. Date,
time, and place.

N: That's wonderful! Now, let's plan! (they lean over a PADD together,
planning the biggest Valentine's party in the history of the universe.)

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The next Morning-Neelix's announcement
N: I've got a surprise for all of you this morning, that might make the
next four days a little more bearable. As many of you know, there is an
old Earth holiday coming up on the 14th of February. St. Valentine's day.
One of our newest additions to the crew, Heather Jean Wilson, is hosting a
party that night. With my help, of course. It will take place on Holodeck
one, beginning at 1700 hours, and lasting until it's over. Her orders, as
resident expert, are to bring a date if you can, and to dress in red,
white, or pink. If you have any questions, contact her. And now, for the
rest of the news.......

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Tom enters the mess hall, grabs some food, and sits across from B'Elanna.

P: Did you hear about the party?

B: Yup.

P: How about I pick you up 15 minutes before-hand?

B: You're assuming I don't already have a date.

P: Well, it seemed only natural... Who is it? Joe?... You don't really, do
you?

B: Of copurse I do. A pretty girl like me gets lots of invitations. And
no, it's not Joe.

P: B'Elanna, I-

B: (Starts laughing) Howe about 20 minutes?

P: (sighs in relief, and looks at her lovingly.) Done deal.

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Jeffries tube 47 Alpha
H: Seven... (kisses her on the lips.)

7: Harry... (kisses him on the neck.)

H: Did you hear about the party?

7: Pick me up 15 minutes before it starts.

H: O-kay. Now that we have that settled. (He unzips her outfit, and she
does the same to him.)

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Janeway's ready room
J: I presume you heard about the party?

Ch: Yes. (He reaches over her desk, and takes her hand,
knight-in-shining-armour style. He kisses h the back of it.) I was hoping
you'd consider accompanying me. <"Someday lady you'll accompany me. It's
written down somewhere it's got to be...." Oh, sorry.>

J: We'll want to make an entrance, won't we.

Ch: Only if you do, m' lady. <wait a white-knight second. When did
Chakotay start studying Midevil chivalry?! >

J: Pick me up 15 minutes before-hand.

Ch: Yes, m' lady. Now, I'm going to go get some sleep and visit my spirti
guide. (He walks out.)

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Febrary 14th, 1600 hours (4:00 pm).
Torres quarters
B: By Kahless, Why did I let myself get talked into this?! Red, pink or
white. It's silly!!.... ARGH!! Torres to Janeway.

J: Janeway here.

B: Captain, I don't know what to wear!

J: (sighs in relief.) I'm not alone! I'll be there in a moment. I don't
know what to wear either. Janeway out.

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7 minutes later
B'Elanna's door chimes.

B: Come in. (Janeway enters)

7: Seven to Janeway.

J: (Smiles a little.) Janeway here. Yes, Seven?

7: I... need help preparing.

J: (looks at 'Lanna, who nods. <pretend 'Lanna and Seven can get along once
in a while.>) Come to B'Elanna's quarters.

7: Aye, Captain. Seven out.

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3 miknutes later
Her door chimes again.

B: Come in. (7 enters.)

J: I think we need Heather Jean's advice on this. As Neelix said, she's
the resident expert. (The other two nod.) Jaaaneway to Heather Jean.

HJ: Yes, Captain?

J: We need your advice on clothes.

HJ: On clothes? Me?! Um, sure where are you.

J: B'Elanna's quarters.

HJ: I'll be there, lickedy-split.

J: Great. Janeway out.

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3 more minutes later
And again, it chimes.

B: Come! (HJ enters) What do you suggest we wear?

HJ: Um... (Wallks over to the bed, where all the clothes are laying.) Well,
B'Elanna, um, Tom's wearing... Nevermind. Wear this. (Hands her a bright
red, skin tight, velvet, sleveless, floor length, leg-slit dress.) We'll
deal with hair in a minute. Captain... (Hands her a white, crushed velvet,
spaghetti-strap, low-cut, mini-skirt dress.) And,... Um, ... Seven...
(Looks through clothes pile.) I've got NO idea... Wait! (walks into the
other room, and comes back a moment leter with two pieces. one is a light
pink, skin tight, tank-top belly-shirt, with hot pink hearts, and the other
is a floor-legnth, hot pink, s kin tight, leg-slit skirt with light pink
hearts. <sorry Barbie lovers! It HAD to be done!>)

7: Are you sure about this? I don't think-

HJ: That's right. You don't. Just put it on, <Barbie!>. (all three put on
thier clothes.) You're all beautiful. Now for your hair. <BTW.
Janeway's has grown to past her shoulders, and that's where 7's is too, but
B'Elanna's is still the same length as ever. Well, as the end of
Scientific Method, anyways.> B'Elanna, how about... no, Kath, I'll do that
to you. (She puts Janeway's hair into a French roll, like Seven's usually
is, with curled tendrils framing her face.) Well? Scale of 1 to 10.

B: 9. I never give a perfect score.

7: Same.

J: 10!! I love it!!

HJ: And so will Chakotay. Now, B'Elanna... Hmmm.... Captain, what do you
think about (Whispers in the captain's ear.)

J: I think Tom would approve.

HJ: O-Kay. (Puts B'Elanna's hair into a french braid.) Leave that in all
night, and take it out in the morning, and your hair will be SO pretty when
you have breakfast with Tom tomorrow morning. Now, Seven, I'm just going
to... (parts her hair just above her left temple, and straight back. She
pins the big side with a pink heart hair-clip.) Beautiful. Um, did you
two tell Harry and Chakotay to pick you up here?

7 + J: Oops.

HJ: No biggie. I'll tell them. But, I have to go get ready now. If
you'll excuse me... (walks out.)

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1645 hours (4:45 pm)
No, B'Elanna's door doesn't shut up.

B: Come in! (She crosses her fingers in the old Terran tradition of good
luck and wishing, hoping it's Tom. Chakotay enters. He's wearing a
completely white suit. He swallows at the sight of his beloved.)

Ch: (smiles.) Are you ready, my dear?

J: Of course! (She takes his offered arm, and they walk out.)

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1647 hours (4:47 pm)
Yet again.

B: Enter. (her fingers are crossed again. Harry enters, and does a
double-take. He's wearing a light and hot pink tuxedo. <Do you get the
feeling I talked to the guys on my way to B'Elanna's quarters?>

H: Hi, um... Ready to go? (they're both blushing.)

7: Yes. (they walk out together.)

B: Trust Tom to always be late!

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1705 hours (5:05 pm)
For the last time in this fanfic, B'Elanna's door chimes. Late as usual,
it's Tom.

B: Come in, Tom. (He does. He's wearing a completely red tux, holding a
red, heart-shaped box of chocolates, and a dozen red roses.)

P: I brought you presents.

B: Why? So I won't be mad at you for being 25 minutes late?

P: That too. But I've been studying Valentine's day, and this is the
traditional present.

B: You couldn't come up with anything original? Nevermind. We have to go.

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©©1710 hours (5:10 pm), Holodeck one©©
Tom and B'Elanna enter the Holodeck, running a ballroon program, in awe of
the decorations. The table-cloths, the walls, the carpet and some of the
streamers are pink. The other streamers are red and white. The flowers on
the tables, in red white and pink vases, are red white and pink carnations,
one of each colour in each vase. The dance floor is redwood. EVERYONE is
dressed in pink, excluding the J/C couple in white, and the P/T couple in
red. <I couldn't figure out how to put it in the story, so I'll just tell
you. Heather Jean told the rest of the crew, as a surprise to the two
couples, to wear pink. So yes, it WAS intentional.> There are tables
ready to be set with food, made only for two people.

Just as they enter, Heather Jean walks up to them.

HJ: Oh, I'm so glad you made it! The snacks are over there. (points to a
buffet table with lots of heart-shaped and pink refreshments.) Dinner will
be served at 2000 hours, and until then it's dance 'til you drop!! Have
fun!! (She bounces off, back to her escort. A cute,
fresh-out-of-the-acadamy Ensign from Steller Cartography.)

P: Well, you heard her. 'Dance 'til you drop.' Care to join me on the
dance floor?

B: I was afraid you wouldn't ask, Flyboy. <Sorry, I got tired of Helmboy.>

He leads her dance floor to first notes of a slow song.

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After listening to 3 solid hours of music, an old-fashioned Grandfather
clock set to military time chimes 20. It's 2000 hours (8:00 pm.). Heather
Jean steps up to the microphone.

HJ: If you would all please take your seats, we can have dinner. By the
way, Neelix cooked, (the room graons) but I told him what to do, and stood
over him the entire time. It' doesn't have leola root in it, I promise.
(The room claps.) Glad you approve. Now, for grace. Silence, please.
(The room shuts up, and everyone bows their heads. <Why do we do that
anyways? Nevermind. Retorical question.>) We would like to thank the
powers that be <NOT the writers of STV! I was using that as a way to honor
everyone's beliefs! Well, it works.> fpr the food we are about to eat,
for the music, enjoyment and dancing we have had and will have at this
party tonight, and for the love this day represents. We thank them for the
relationships <this is where the writers come in> we celebrate today, past
present and future. For the ones we've had that we may still be true to,
for the ones we have and enjoy on this day and time, (Tom and B'Elanna
smile, and squeeze hands.) and for the ones that will blossom in the coming
year. And we ask them to keep those relationships strong, unyeilding, and
everlasting. And with that, Amen.(The room echos with "amen"s.) Let's
eat! (The room starts to buzz with conversations.)

P: Heather Jean! (she looks at him. He waves at her to come over, and she
does.)

HJ: Yes? <Me and Tom are good friends, by the way. Like Harry and B'Elanna.>

P: (pulls a box out from under his seat. A heart-shaped box.) Happy
Valentine's Day. And thanks for the advice. (winks at her, and she
smiles.)

HJ: (opens the box) OO! Chocolate!! Thank you!! (Kisses Tom on the
cheek.)

B: Hey! (Playfully.)

HJ: Don't worry, B'Elanna. I'm not going to steal him. He's too much of a
big brother to me... And too old for me too!!

B: Good. Now go find Jason. He'll be waiting for you. (HJ runs off)
those two make the cutest couple.

P: Don't they? (He glances over to the table containing Janeway and
Chakotay, smiles and points.) So do they. (just as he says that, Janeway
opens a box, smiles, leans over, and kisses Chakotay on the lips. <DUH!
where else would it be?>) Oh! I've got another present for you.

B: (cautiously) What is it?

P: (puls a small, red velvet box out of his jacket pocket.) This. (she
opens it. It's a bracelet.) The gold is for the color of your skin; the
pearls are so it matches your pearl necklace; the diamonds are for the
sparkling of your eyes, and the garnet is for two things. your birthstone,
and for the aching you cause in my heart every time I look at you.

B: Oh, really. Maybe a heart massage would help. <well, in Revultion it
didn't help her much. But then, it wasn't from her lover-boy.> (She rests
her hand over his heart. He groans a little, like he's restraining himself
a little.)

P: Ohhh, don't. (he reaches into the box, and clasps the bracelet onto her
wrist. She pulls her hand of his chest, but he grabs it and holds it.
They eat the dinner in front of them, talking quietly.)

J: That's sweet... No pun intended. <it wasn't, either.>

Ch: I got you something, too.

J: Really? You know you didn't have to!

Ch: I know. But Kathryn, you are the reason I wake up every morning <see
Celine Dion's 'the Reason'. "you are the reason. You are the reason I
wake up every day. Sleep through the night. You are the reason. The
reason. In the middle of the night I'm going down 'cause I want you. I
want to touch you. I want to floor you. You are the reason, baby.">, and
pull myself to duty on that bridge. Because I know I'll see your smiling,
loving, determined face, and that give me energy. So, I got you something.
(He pulls a similar velvet box out of his jacket. She opens it. It's a
necklace.)

J: It's beautiful. (kisses him on the lips.) Tell me what it means.

Ch: <all right, you all know it's about to be Native American. Please
don't get mad at me for my ignorance. I'm not looking any of this up, just
putting it down. So it may not be accurate. Don't quote me on any of
this.> The fire in the middle is for the fire inside of you that flames
the fire in me. The fire that I see in your eyes whenever our crew is
threatened. The wolf is for your spirit guide <I can't rmember what her
spirit guide is.>, and the deer for the soft side of you that you don't let
show often enough. The red-orange beads represent the beauty of your hair,
the gray-blue ones are for your eyes, the green ones for your love of
nature <you'll understand that if you saw Resolutions, the one where these
two are stuck on planet.>, and the red ones for your command.

J: (Puts the neckless on.) I'll never take it off.

Ch: Well, I wouldn't go that far.

JH: Hi. What's that?

HJ: Chocolate, from Tom.

JH: Oh, I see. (she sets the box on the table, and kisses him gently
before sitting down.) What was that for?

HJ: Happy Valentine's Day.

JH: I got you a present. (pulls out a red velvet box.)

HJ: This is odd. Harry, Tom and Chakotay gave their dates necklesses in
red velvet boxes. I talked to them earlier. Did the four of you plan
that?

JH: Yes.

HJ: I see. Well, then, I guess I should open it.

JH: It would be nice.

HJ: (opens the box. It's not a neckless, remarkably enough. I'ts a
neckless AND a ring.) WOW! They're beautiful! What are they, though?

JH: Well, the charm on the neckless is garnet surrounded by emeralds, and
the ring is a garnet with emeralds on either side.

HJ: They're beautiful! Oh, thank you. Now, let's eat.

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2130 hours (9:30 pm)
HJ: Well, dinner's over. I'd better go start the music. (wlaks up to the
microphone) Attention! It's time to dance, dance, dance! So, lets
par-tay! (the music starts, and Jason spins Heather Jean to the dance
floor. No one else gets up, they just watch the two dance for a couple
songs.)

P: I think it's our turn. Agreed?

B: Agreed. (they walk out, Heather Jean and Jason walk off, and those two
are the star couple for a few dances. It goes this way for every couple
until the wee hours of the morning.)

P: I'll escort you to your quarters, madam. (They walk out, holding hands,
leaning on each other. Somehow, they make it to her quarters.)

B: Come in with me.

P: B'Elanna, I had fun, but I need some rest.

B: Please?

P: Gladly. <He was just saying that so he wouldn't look too eager, but you
can't hide it if you actually want to do what you're saying no to, am I
right?>

B: <all right, I'm sorry. It wasn't gonna happen, but my mind is twisted.
Here goes.> (They walk into her quarters, and she, being the aggressive
one, starts to pull off he dress. He promptly pulls off his jacket and
shirt, and she runs her fingers through his chest hair as he kisses her
forehead gently.) I've been waiting for you to kiss me like this all
night.

P: I know. But I really have to go. Unless...

B: My couch is halfway comfortable. I don't think you'd make it back there
if you're as exhausted as I am.

P: I agree. <and I'm leaving it at that.>

J: Everyone's leaving. I'd better go. I'll see you in the morning, on the
bridge.

Ch: Than I guess I have a reason to sleep tonight. So I can get up
tomorrow morning. But, on one condition.

J: What?

Ch: (Leads her out to the emptying dance floor, and sits her on his knee.
Another red velvet box appears from his jacket pocket.) Kathryn will you
marry me? (the room goes silent, staring at them.)

J: I... Um... Yes. Yes, I will. (they share a long, lingering kiss, and
the room claps. <I know, I know. Tom and B'Elanna will be sorry they
missed this. But, oh well. Life's rough.>)

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Thank you for letting me air my romantic side. Comments, e-mail me at:
sddhwilson@earthlink.net Put "fanfic" or "heather" in the subject
line.

Please excuse the fact that I didn't follow up on Harry and Seven. I've go
to get off the computor, and I didn't have time to think about anything
really good. I'll get an addition written, and posted post-Valentine's
Day.
And, repeated, Please excuse any typ-os or misspellings. As I said, I have
to get off the computor. Have a Happy Valentine's Day, and make sure you
give a kiss to the most important person in your life.

Love Ya All! Enjoy the following Voyagers!!

Heather Jean

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