Across the Stars

“I-I…” said Orion, stuttering. He took a deep breath. “I love you.”

Sirius stared at him, shocked. Then his expression changed to a nervous smile.

“Y-you’re kidding…” he said. “R-right?”

Orion didn’t answer, just staring at him. Sirius’s expression changed again, this time to one of anger and disgust.

“That’s just wrong.” he said. “I never thought…”

He shook his head, stepping away. Then he turned and left, leaving Orion’s heart to shatter.

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“Thank you for coming Captain.” said the Doctor.

“You said it was personal?” said Janeway, walking into Sickbay, followed by a tall stallion. The door closed behind her.

“Not for me.” he said. “A member of the crew.”

“Who is it?” asked the stallion.

“His name is Orion.”

“Orion?” said Janeway, looking up slightly at her companion. “Doesn’t ring any bells. What about you, Chakotay?”

“Yes.” said Chakotay. “He’s from stellar cartography. Voyager’s his first assignment.”

The Doctor led them into his office. Using his display, he brought up all records available on Orion.

“Interesting. Your previous first officer noted that he planned on recommending him for the Enterprise.”

“That’s certainly impressive.” said Janeway. “But hardly relevant. Doctor, why was he brought to Sickbay?”

“He injured himself.”

“In what way?” she asked, concerned. As Captain, she was inclined to feel personally responsible for all of the crew. And with their being stuck in the Delta Quadrant, so far from the Federation, even more so than usual.

“He bit himself hard enough to draw blood.” said the Doctor. “Would you like to see him?”

“Yes please.”

They followed the Doctor out of his office, over to one of the bio-beds. Orion was lying on his side, his jaws still latched firmly onto his leg. His mind was in turmoil, as confused and anguished thoughts wound through his head.

Why can’t he love me? Why? So what if I’m a stallion, I still feel this way!

“Ensign?” said Janeway, putting a hoof on his shoulder. “Would you please stop hurting yourself?”

After a moment, Orion released his hold on his own leg.

“All you had to do was ask nicely.” he said, his voice made bitter by his pain.

“Really!” said the Doctor, annoyance evident. “I’ll be sure to make a note of that!”

“Please do.” murmured Orion, clutching his bloody leg against himself. The Doctor stalked away, and Janeway watched him go.

“Orion.” she said kindly. “Would you please tell me why you did this? Neelix said you were walking the halls like there was a hull breach behind you.”

“I had to keep moving.” he said quietly. “It hurt so much.”

“What does?” she asked, sitting on the end of the bio-bed.

“I c-can’t.” he said, a hint of a choking sob audible as he spoke. “It still hurts.”

Janeway looked over at her companion, who stepped forward.

“Orion,” he said, “we can’t help you if you won’t tell us what… hurts.”

Orion remained silent, the pain within him building ever higher.

Why can’t he love me? Would it be different if I wasn’t a stallion? Would he love me then?

Janeway stood, going back to the Doctor’s office. The Doctor was messing around with hyposprays.

“Who was the last one he talked to?” she asked. “They might know what’s going on.”

“I have no idea.” he said, not looking up from his work. “Why don’t you ask around?”

“Fine.” she said, leaving. She motioned for the stallion to follow her, and they exited Sickbay.

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She returned shortly, armed with a wealth of new information. She walked slowly up to Orion, newfound sympathy gentling her steps and voice.

“Orion.” she said softly, walking to where he would have to look at her. “Did you tell Ensign Sirius that you love him?”

He choked out a sob. Then slowly, he nodded.

“Why?” she asked, her innate curiosity kicking in. “Did you mean it?”

“Of course I meant it.” he said, his voice full of loneliness and longing. “Why would I say that if I didn’t mean it?”

“How long have you felt this way about him?”

“I-I’m not sure. Definitely since b-before Voyager ended up in the Delta Quadrant.”

“I see.” She sat down, and put a hoof on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, and I know it hurts. But there are plenty of mares…” She coughed. “And stallions on Voyager.”

“I-I know.” he said. “But… if my best friend w-won’t… c-can’t… who will?”

“I don’t know.” she said. “That’s part of the great mystery of love. Even now, with all of our technology, it confounds and defies any attempt to explain it.”

He nodded, feeling a bit calmer. “But… I still love him. And it hurts so much, knowing… knowing that your love can’t be returned.”

“I know.” she said, appearing lost in memory. “But… someday… you’ll find it won’t be quite as painful. It’ll always hurt, but you’ll be able to move on.”

He sniffed, and lifted his bloody leg. “Now what?”

“We clean you up, and you’re free for the day.”

“But I haven’t done my shift.”

“I think… you need a little time.”

He smiled. “Thank you, Captain.”

She got up, and turned to leave. “Um… Captain?”

“Yes?” she said, turning back to face him. He was smiling hopefully.

“Would… would you like to have dinner with me?” he asked. “If y-you’re free, that is.”

“I’d like that.” she said. “You’re an interesting pony, Orion. And just so you know…”

She stepped a bit closer. “My last first officer planned on recommending you for the Enterprise.”

“Really?” he said, looking happier than he had the whole time she’d seen him. “The Enterprise?”

“Yes.” she said, turning back to the exit. “See you at 1800 hours, my quarters.”

“Yes Captain.” he said. “I’ll be there. Thank you.”

She walked outside, joining Seven of Nine and the stallion. She nodded, and they started walking for the bridge.

“How is he?” asked Chakotay.

“He’s meeting me at my quarters for dinner.” she said, surprising the other two (or, at least, Chakotay). “I wonder though…”

“Yes?”

“Did Ensign Sirius mention how long he’d known Orion?”

“He said it was nearly… four years.”

“That’s a lot of time for Orion to have developed… affection for him.” noted Seven. “That could explain why his reaction was so…”

“Intense?” suggested Chakotay. “Extreme?”

“Yes.”

“Well.” said Janeway, stopping at the turn to her quarters. “I seem to have a dinner to prepare for.”

“Captain.” said Seven. She and Chakotay left for the bridge, and Janeway returned to her quarters.

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Orion was still hurting, but his stabbing pain had reduced to a dull ache. Dinner with the Captain? And she’d said yes? He smiled slightly, wincing as the Doctor cleaned out the deep cuts he’d given himself.

This was going to be an interesting night.