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Resistance really is futile	By : goofball Category: Star Trek > Voyager Views: 7729 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN
This is the second time my notion of writing PWP failed. I guess, I’ll just have to give it up ;o)
A few things you should know:
1)            This is my first attempt at (a little) adventure and drama – please be kind :o)
2)            I ignored the fail-safe mechanism in Seven’s cortical node, since it never made any sense to me. There are other strong emotions except romantic ones that could/should have triggered the mechanism far earlier
3)            As fans of the show will notice, I took some liberties with “Imperfection”
4)            The story is not beta-ed. English isn’t my first language, but I hope I got the worst mistakes out
5)            There’s no need to worry that I’ll abandon the story. It’s already finished and I’m working on part two and three (and a fourth is in my mind)
6)            Star Trek Voyager doesn’t belong to me and I make no money with it
Now I hope you'll enjoy. Let me know what you think :o)
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Resistance really is futile
Captain Kathryn Janeway stood beside the alcove where Seven was regenerating and looked at her, glad to have her back safe and sane. Really glad indeed, that Seven had trusted her enough to come home with her.
While Janeway’s eyes stayed on Seven’s face, her thoughts went back to the moment on the Delta Flyer and to what she had said about the bond that had grown between Seven and herself. Yes, there most definitely was a bond between them, but Janeway finally had to admit that for her it was more than just being Seven’s mentor. It was more than being her friend. Janeway sighed and closed her eyes, as if she didn’t want to face the truth with open eyes.
Janeway was falling in love. She loved Seven’s intelligence, her determination; she loved her strength and her directness. Granted, this particular trait could be extremely tiring, but at least you always knew where you stood with her. And Janeway adored the dry humour Seven was developing.
With a soft smile she opened her eyes again, looking straight at the ex-drone. Ah yes, Janeway thought, her smile fading. Let’s not start with how gorgeous Seven looks.
Janeway rubbed her neck and as if that had been some kind of secret command for her eyes, they moved to Seven’s long neck, following its elegant line, and while touching her own skin, Janeway imagined how it would feel to run her fingers over Seven’s.
Oh, stop it! Janeway lowered her hand, but kept her eyes on Seven, moving them from her neck, up over her jaw to the closed eye with the half-moon-shaped implant above it. Here Janeway’s gaze stopped and a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. The oh-so-telling implant. Most of the times Seven’s facial expression was composed and it seemed like she was able to control almost every muscle in her face – almost being the imperative word. She couldn’t control the eyebrow and due to the implant atop it you could see every tiny twitch of it.
But apart from the fact that to Janeway it was the most obvious indicator of Seven’s expression, there was also the fascinating difference between touching the soft and warm skin right beside the solid and cool metal, as Janeway had done on Arturis’ ship. Even back then you’ve registered touching her.
Janeway blinked once, twice, and then tore her eyes from Seven. “Enough already,” she muttered softly, meaning to turn around. But the beeping of the alcove froze her in place.
“Warning, regeneration cycle incomplete,” the computer announced, and Seven opened her eyes and stepped forward.
Well, hell, Janeway thought and crossed her arms in front of her while straightening her back. She would not feel like being caught in the act.
Seven turned her head and her eyes locked with Janeway’s. “Captain,” she said and turned towards Janeway, taking in her usual position with her hands behind her back.
“Is the alcove malfunctioning?” Janeway asked.
The implant over Seven’s eye rose. “The Doctor and I checked it. It is functioning within expected parameters.”
“So why did the cycle stop?”
Seven turned towards the console of the alcove and put her left hand, the one with the exoskeleton, against it while tapping commands with the other. “It does that if I am – malfunctioning.”
Janeway looked at her in surprise. “Explain.”
Seven turned back to Janeway, her back stiffening even more. “I had the same difficulties as I started remembering parts of being assimilated.”
“The nightmares about the raven?”
Seven stilled for a moment, then said in a clipped tone: “Yes, Captain.”
“I don’t see that as malfunctioning, but that’s beside the point right now.” Janeway very well knew that Seven still felt uncomfortable at times with the whole mess that human emotions were to her. There were moments when Janeway wholeheartedly felt the same way. Otherwise she’d be comfortable on her couch right now, reading a nice book while sipping from a glass of good wine.
Pushing that thought away Janeway asked: “The question is, why you are feeling – let’s say uncomfortable?”
Seven turned her head away. “I made a mistake in judgement and I owe you an apology.”
Janeway tilted her head slightly. Seven admitting to making a mistake, now that’s what she called a step forward. “Seven?” Janeway waited for her to look at her.
“Yes, Captain?”
“We all make mistakes. It’s part-“
“It’s part of being a human, I know,” Seven interrupted Janeway.
Janeway smiled. “But you don’t like it.”
The implant twitched slightly. “No, Captain, I don’t. The Borg strive for perfection. And even though I am no longer Borg I still feel the need to perfect my performance.”
“You know, in a way it’s understandable,” Janeway said and moved towards the command panel. With her head she gestured to the alcove as she looked into Seven’s eyes. “Time for you to go to sleep,” she said, knowing exactly what kind of response that would provoke. Sometimes Seven was so predictable.
“I do not sleep, I regenerate,” came the curt reply with a haughty expression.
Janeway smiled fondly as Seven stepped back into the alcove.
“But I will comply.”
“Thank you,” Janeway answered as she lowered her gaze to the console.
“Captain?”
Janeway looked up meeting Seven’s eyes with a raised brow.
“Why is it understandable?”
“Look around you, Seven-“
Of course Seven took that literally and swept the cargo bay with her eyes.
“Figuratively speaking. This whole crew is eager to learn more, to expand their knowledge.”
“But-“
Janeway lifted a hand with a wry smile. “I know we’re mere humans and we don’t have your vast collected data from the Collective. But we do strive for more knowledge, even if it’s sometimes more out of curiosity rather than strict necessity,” she said. “And most of us simply want to be better humans.” Janeway turned her eyes back to the console. “Or in my case a better captain,” she muttered to herself.
“I believe you to be a good captain.”
Janeway closed her eyes briefly. “My, Seven, that sounds almost like a compliment,” she then said, trying to sound nonchalant without looking up as she entered the commands to start the cycle again.
“It was intended to be one.”
Janeway’s fingers stopped and slowly she lifted her head, meeting Seven’s intense gaze. It was kind of nice hearing it from her, considering the many times they had and certainly still would disagree. But Seven’s approval shouldn’t cause this warm feeling inside of Janeway that had nothing at all to do with the room temperature.
Janeway wasn’t in the mood to point out that she didn’t need Seven’s approval since she was her captain anyway. Her captain? Instead of saying anything, Janeway acknowledged her words with a nod and finished entering the sequence to start the regeneration cycle. “I’ll see you in about 30 hours,” she said with her finger hovering over the touch screen.
“Yes, Captain.”
“Oh, and Seven?”
“Captain?”
“Apology accepted.”
Seven didn’t say anything, just slightly inclined her head. But there it was, the slight curve at the corner of her mouth.
Janeway couldn’t help herself and let her mouth break into a smile as well. “Sleep well,” she said and finally lowered her finger to the console.
Seven’s eyes snapped shut and her mimic relaxed.
“Sweet dreams,” Janeway whispered, feeling like she had just tucked Seven into bed. This time she didn’t linger but swiftly turned around and left Cargo Bay 2.
She had 30 hours to figure out on how to handle the situation – or rather herself. By then she had to have a plan.
*
Of course there was no ingenious plan – just the notion that distracting herself with a hologram might be a good idea – and for months Janeway simply scraped by as good as she could.
Janeway had been absurdly relieved that she hadn’t been on Voyager when Seven and Tuvok had been abducted, because she was sure that her Senior-Staff would have noticed her initial panic as she heard the news. But nothing kept her from cutting her vacation short to help rescuing her crewmembers from the ship, where Seven had to fight in an arena for Tuvok’s and her own life.
During this incident, Janeway realized that she’d simply been burying her feelings for Seven and eventually stopped using Michael Sullivan as a diversion.
As they encountered a badly damaged Borg-Sphere with drones on it who wanted to negotiate, Janeway only hesitated a split-second before she had Seven investigate – despite the fact of what had happened the last time Seven had been on a Borg-Vessel and what she had secretly done to keep Voyager and her crew safe.
Nothing as serious happened this time but they did end up with three Borg-children and Janeway put them under Seven’s supervision – much to Seven’s surprise and sometimes annoyance.
Seven’s initial irritation with the children had very obviously changed, as Janeway found out when they discovered Icheb’s home world and encountered his parents. Seven’s crass questioning had led to a major argument with Janeway. During this dispute Seven confessed that her strong reaction was partly due to her experience with her own parents and Janeway could at least understand her response, even if it didn’t excuse her rudeness.
But in between the excitement and Janeway and Seven butting heads, there were also quiet conversations and even downright funny moments, like when Janeway had to explain to a baffled Seven what fan-mail was. The memory of Seven’s facial expression as she quoted some of the questions addressed to the EMH still made Janeway chuckle.
Then there had been Unimatrix Zero. Janeway knew it had been inevitable that one day Seven would have a romantic interest in someone. What she hadn’t expected was the way it happened.
Unimatrix Zero had been a virtual world where certain Borg-drones could exist as individuals while they regenerated – and only then. Once the cycle ended they were back to being drones and couldn’t remember anything about their other lives as individuals.
Seven had been one of the rare drones with the necessary mutation that enabled her to go to the matrix, even though she had no recollection of her time there before she had been contacted by Axum – her lover for six years out of the sixteen she’d visited Unimatrix Zero.
With the help of the Voyager crew, the inhabitants of the matrix started a revolution. The help included Janeway, B’Elanna and Tuvok being assimilated to deploy a virus that made it possible for the drones with the mutation to keep their individuality after regenerating. But this help also made it necessary to destroy Unimatrix Zero – leaving Seven and Axum without a possibility to meet and get reacquainted as Seven was still only remembering parts of her virtual life. And Axum’s ship was on the other side of the galaxy in the Beta-Quadrant.
This had happened ten days ago and since then Seven seemed to be absent-minded, probably – as Janeway assumed – mourning the loss of her lover.
Sometimes during these days Janeway found herself under a scrutinizing gaze from Seven and wondered if she secretly blamed Janeway for the necessity to shut down Unimatrix Zero. If so, there was nothing Janeway could do about it. They all had to live with the consequences of starting a Borg-revolution. Maybe in time the wounds would heal – for both of them.
tbc
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