Old Age 
By Katrina Munro

Disclaimer:Paramount owns everything
Second disclaimer: Inspired by insomnia and written within half an hour.

Harry Kim, second oldest surviving crew member of the legendary USS Voyager 
hobbled his way towards the dining room, where his wife of a century was 
serving dinner.

"Mmm. Mashed potatoes tonight, dear?"

"Yes Harry, it's Wednesday remember?"  Annika prodded as she helped her 
husband sit at the table.  She'd realised a long time ago that keeping to a 
strict routine helped with his day to day living.  There were times when 
living as a Borg Drone had been more exciting.  Not that she minded of 
course.

"Have you cut your hair?  It suits you." He stated between mouthfuls of 
potato.

"I'm glad you like it."

He grinned, and was rewarded by a kiss on top of his whitened head. Harry 
appraised his spouse with a leer, and received a look of mock scorn for his 
trouble.

"Has there been any, uh, communiques for me?"

Annika shook her head as she finished off her casserole.

Harry nodded.  Starfleet didn't have very many uses for a retired one 
hundred and thirty two year old Admiral.  He vaguely recalled going to a 
reception recently - they were always having them - with Ann. It was all run 
by children these days.  In his day starfleet was run by officers that you 
could look up to, then one day they had all disappeared somewhere, and there 
was Harry at this silly reception being patronised by these mere children, 
who probably tell the difference between a tricorder and a medical 
tricorder.

And...what was it that Commander had said.....something about a Grand 
Daughter?  It was common knowledge that Annie couldn't have children. 
Nanoprobes.

Funny things when you thought about it, nanoprobes.

He'd been quite upset with that Commander......

"Think I'll sit outside for a bit, it's a nice night."

Wordlessly Annika cleared the table and helped Harry out to the porch, 
sitting him in his favourite chair, a graveyard for old cushions, dog eared 
books, and ancient half sucked peppermints.

"Mmm.  You should find your self a younger man." He muttered.  While his 
spouse of a century rubbed moisturizer on his hands.

She smiled " Don't be silly Harry, I'm eight Months older than you."

Running his fingers through her hair he asked: "Have you cut your hair? It 
suits you."

"I'm glad you like it."