Title : " Trick Or Treat "
Rating : G
Pairing " K/7 with a reference to P/T
Summary : The Kim family have a little moment
Time Frame : At least 7 years into the future
Archive : Only if you want to. This was just a spur of the moment story.
Feedback : Yes Please
Dsiclaimer: Paramount and Viacom own the playground. I'm just messing around 
on the toys.

" Trick Or Treat "

       " Mama, " the little girl called piling into the den, " I can't get my 
wings straight ! "
       Her mother glided into the room from the kitchen. She was wiping her 
hands. The light momentarily glistened and twinkled off of her left hand, and 
her daughter stopped, transfixed. It wasn't the first time she stared in awe 
at her mother. 
       Her mother was beautiful, that much she knew. And she knew she was 
different from other mothers. She'd never seen other mothers with metal 
patches inside of them. And they had never scared her. They just made up who 
her mother was, and she accepted that.
       " Mama, my wings ! "
       A slight smile tugged at the corner of her mother's mouth. " There is 
no need to worry Erin, " she replied, " They are merely off by a centimeter. "
       " But they have to be perfect ! Can you help me fix them, " she asked, 
her big blue eyes staring up in wonder.
       " Of course, " she answered, adjusting the wings, " There, they are 
now straight. "
       Erin glanced in the mirror, " Now they're perfect. Thank you Mama. "
       " You're welcome, " she answered smiling reassuringly.
       The smile melted Erin. She loved her mother so much but didn't always 
know how to express it. Sometimes her mother seemed so serious, and other 
times not. But one thing was sure, thought Erin, she was a great mother. Her 
smiles always brightened her day. She flashed one back at her mother, and 
just then heard a loud cackle.
       Both Erin and her mother spun around startled. The man stood crouched 
in the doorway. His hair was slicked back and gelled down and he wore a black 
cape which he had pulled across his powdered white face. Only his deep brown 
eyes showed through.
       " Ay vahnt to sauk your blooahd, " he cried, pulling the cape from his 
face and flashing a set of sharp canine teeth.
       Erin erupted in giggles and even her mother managed a chuckled as the 
man picked her up and whirled her around in a circle. Her mother watched with 
amusement etched on her features.
       " Papa, " Erin exclaimed, " do you think I look pretty ? "
       " I think you're always pretty, " her replied kissing her forehead and 
setting her down. He straightened out and shared a brief kiss with her mother 
which made little Erin giggled slightly. " Now, how are my two favorite 
ladies ? "
       " Ready to participate in the festivities. "
       " That's my Annika, " he smiled, " What about you , munchkin ? "
       " I'm all ready. But Papa, " she said, her brow creasing in concern, " 
Mama doesn't have a costume on. "
       Annika bit back the small subconscious voice that needled her to 
explain that costumes were irrelevant and holidays were frivolous human 
endeavors. She had resolved that side of her , that small voice ; several 
years ago when she first came to Earth, when she married her wonderful 
husband, and especially when she gave birth to her daughter. Yet even still, 
that voice from the past lived with her, trying at times to creep through.
       " I will attend the festivities in the attire I am wearing now. It is 
the attire worn by someone your father and I used to know. "
       Her husband smiled lightly, reminiscing. He remembered that woman. It 
was the woman he first fell in love with. She hadn't changed, she was the 
same woman, but yet, different ; somehow. More open. All he knew was that he 
loved her as much now as he did then.
       " Do I know her , " Erin asked her parents.
       " You met her a long time ago, Munchkin. "
       " Her name was Seven Of Nine, " Annika said, " she was me. "
       " Is that what you looked like when daddy first met you, " Erin asked 
gesturing to the form fitting jumpsuit and the French twist hairstyle.
       Her parents shared an amused glance before she answered, " Not 
exactly. When Harry, " she corrected herself, " when your father and I first 
met my attire was slightly different. More cumbersome. "
       " Oh, " Erin nodded, pretending she knew what the word ' cumbersome ' 
meant. Finally, she brightened, " Then if you're already wearing your 
costume, let's go. I can't wait to bob for apples. I love going over to Uncle 
Tom and Aunt B'Elanna's house. It's always fun, and I love the candy Uncle 
Tom always gives me. Do you think Aunt B'Elanna will like my angel costume ? "
       Harry smiled affectionately as Annika ushered their daughter to 
prepare to leave as Erin peppered her with question after question. 
       " You may not ingest too much candy this evening, Erin. I do not wish 
for you to become ill. "
       " Uncle Tom never gets sick, and he eats lots of candy. "
       " He is a grown adult with a larger stomach than yours. "
       " I think Aunt B'Elanna will love your costume, " Harry said 
redirecting the conversation, " I mean, you're giving me a toothache, " he 
teased.
       " That's because I'm so cute, " she giggled, " Trick or Treat, " she 
yelped, tossing a popcorn ball at Harry.
       It bounced off his belly and he crouched down , ready to pounce. He 
popped the plastic fangs back into his mouth and moved toward her, " I looove 
Angel blooahd. Let me sauk your blooahd ! "
       Erin yelped again and scrambled out the door, with Harry hot on her 
heels. Annika chuckled slightly, and took one last look around their home. 
She picked up Erin's plastic jack o' lantern that she'd forgotten in her 
haste out of the house. " Computer, dim the lights to 15 percent illumination 
and seal the door after I am through, authorization Pi - Seven - Alpha. "
       The computer chirped its understanding as Annika stepped through the 
door and followed her family into the night.

The End.