[STV: J/P Fic] Uniform
Uniform
Sydney Alexis
Tom always hated Starfleet uniforms. Scratchy and hot, they almost seem like their designer got his jollies out of making people uncomfortable as hell.
But the reason Tom really hates uniforms? They remind him of his father.
Everytime he pulls on his too scratchy, wool tunic, he remembers days...months without seeing his father, and the constant disapproval in his father's eyes when he did bother to comm him--always to cut him down for his latest 'adventure.'
His father never figured out he acted out to get his old man's attention, and, if he did, Tom decided, Owen never cared anyway.
Thomas Eugene Paris would never be crisp, clean, and perfectly in line like a 'fleet uniform, and he was okay with that.
Sydney Alexis
Tom always hated Starfleet uniforms. Scratchy and hot, they almost seem like their designer got his jollies out of making people uncomfortable as hell.
But the reason Tom really hates uniforms? They remind him of his father.
Everytime he pulls on his too scratchy, wool tunic, he remembers days...months without seeing his father, and the constant disapproval in his father's eyes when he did bother to comm him--always to cut him down for his latest 'adventure.'
His father never figured out he acted out to get his old man's attention, and, if he did, Tom decided, Owen never cared anyway.
Thomas Eugene Paris would never be crisp, clean, and perfectly in line like a 'fleet uniform, and he was okay with that.