**************************************************** Disclaimer time once again!   One-hundred-and-second verse same as the first . . . everybody *sing*: I don't own these characters, (chorus) Paramount does! I don't own this venue, (chorus) Paramount does! I am making no money off of this, (chorus) Paramount does not either! This story involves love and sex and affection between two men, aka: slash. If that is *not* your cup of tea, sweet as it is, then don't read it! (simple, ain't it??) Feedback is *very* much appreciated, and always answered.  Flames will be passed around to friends and chuckled over.  :) Forty-ninth story in the Stage Direction series.  Sequel to 'Ssst', 'Growl', 'Chuckle', 'Sob', 'Grin', 'Sigh', 'Smile', 'Yawn', 'Whisper', 'Groan', 'Hover', 'Waffle', 'Comfort', 'Fidget', 'Grimace', 'Sizzle', 'Glare', 'Shrug', 'Doze', 'Snort', 'Whack', 'Stretch', 'Snicker', 'Pace', 'Hug', 'Clink', 'Wonder', 'Kiss', 'Doubt', 'Surprise', 'Cuddle', 'Ahem', 'Confer', 'Recover', 'Rant', 'Soothe', 'Hold', 'Whistle', 'Feel', 'Squeak', 'Move', 'Splash', 'Shiver', 'Advise', 'Fly', 'Reconcile', 'Mend', and 'Miss'. 'Chat' by Amirin ****************************************************  "Come."    "Neelix?"    "Harry.  Hello."  "Umm, hello." "How are you?"  "Quite well, actually.  I just stopped by to chat with you for a moment. I hope I haven't come at a bad time."  "No, of course not.  It's . . . it's fine, really.  Have a seat. Please."  "Thank you."      "I wanted to talk to you about Tom."    "Neelix . . . I don't think . . ." "Hush!"    "Neelix?"  "Shhh!  I want to say what I've come to say and I don't want any interruptions."      "Go right ahead."  "Don't mind if I do.  I've been wracking my brain trying to come up with something to give Tom for Prixia. And I think you're the answer."    "I'd like to give him the gift of your understanding.  Not your permission, or approval, mind you, but your understanding.  I want you to realize how much he means to me. How very much I love him." "How I hate to see him hurt."     "You used to be his best friend, Harry.  It was quite an extraordinary relationship, if I remember correctly and I believe I do.  He misses that. He misses *you*."   "Tom and I are together.  And we're going to *stay* together. I adore the man. And I know he feels the same way about me."   "Harry, I can be his friend.  And I can be his lover.  But, I don't want him totally dependent on me for everything.  It isn't healthy and it isn't the best thing for Tom.  And I *want* what's best for him.  I really do."     "You know, for the longest time, it was just you, me, and Kes who thought that that wonderful man was worth the trouble of knowing.  Kes is gone, Harry.  And, in a way, you're gone, too.  I'm the only one left and as much as he loves me, it hurts him.  And I cannot bear to see it.  So, I'm asking you, in the spirit of the season, to find a way to put your past behind you and see if you can rediscover your friendship again.  He needs you.  And I need him to need you.  I can't carry that man's love all by myself. There's just too much of it."       "Please, Harry.  Think about it.  See if there's something you can salvage, with him."    "But make no mistake, Ensign.  Tom is mine. And I will *not* give him up without a fight."    "Neelix?"  "Yes?"  "He wouldn't want you to.  He loves you."  "Talk to him. Please."      "I will.  I promise."  "That's always been good enough for me." ***********************end