What's in a Name?
"Tom."
It was only his name. Nothing more, nothing less.
It shouldn't be indicative of anything more - how much feeling could be encapsulated in one simple, often-heard word?
Too much, he thought.
"Tom." There, again. In that voice that never stopped driving him mad.
The feeling was too obvious, he imagined. In that one word, he got a sense of trust, of love . . . it was too much, too obvious.
"Tom!"
But it wasn't something he'd trade for all the latinum on Ferenginar. It had become his life.
How had that happened, he wondered.
One word, one breath. One voice.
"B'Elanna."
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