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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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“Now what?” B’Elanna asked warily. “Are you both going to throw things around?”
Janeway blinked and saw the same astonishment reflected in Seven’s face that she felt. There wasn’t any anger or aggression in her, it was actually rather the opposite. Then it dawned on her and Janeway closed her eyes briefly. “Damn hormones,” she muttered and as she looked back at Seven, her implant had lifted enquiringly.
“You know?” Seven asked quietly.
Janeway nodded.
Just then the Doctor appeared at the door with a confounded expression on his face. He came in, deactivated the beeping on both contraptions before he scanned Janeway.
Janeway watched his face turn from surprise to exasperated as he looked over the tricorder to her, and even though it was childish, she began to feel like she had accomplished to vex him. It was way better than feeling embarrassed.
Without a word the EMH took the advice from Janeway’s temple and started to work on it.
Janeway felt Seven’s eyes on her and looked at her, the smug smile still in place. Seven tilted her head slightly, then her gaze moved to the mobile scanner and back to Janeway with wide open eyes.
“It was us?” Seven mouthed.
Janeway gave her a tiny nod and the corner of Seven’s mouth started to quiver. Janeway’s gaze lingered for a moment longer on Seven’s mouth, watching as the smile deepened, before she looked up into the blue eyes again.
Another beep came from Seven’s gadget and Seven lifted her hand, took it off and gave it to the Doctor. “I believe this needs to be re-calibrated as well.”
Janeway faced forward, pursing her lips to not start laughing. She really had no grounds to walk on, calling Seven and B’Elanna juvenile. But maybe Janeway could blame it on the lack of sleep and the tension due to the situation the ship was in. And yes, the hormones were definitely playing a role.
Meanwhile the EMH had taken the two scanners to a workstation and was typing in commands. It took him only about a minute until he returned and moved in front of Seven.
She offered him her left temple and was facing Janeway. “I trust they will now work within expected parameters?” She deadpanned.
Janeway almost lost it and quickly hid her mouth behind a hand, turning her laugh into a cough.
“If they don’t, I can still separate the two of you,” the Doctor said, his voice saccharine.
Janeway’s fake cough turned into a sputter and she looked up at him. The EMH raised an eyebrow and then attached the mobile scanner once more to her temple.
When he rose and went towards the door, Chakotay called after him and asked if it would be possible for someone to get some things for them, as nobody knew how long they had to stay here.
“I’ll send someone as soon as possible,” the Doctor replied. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some actual work to do.”
His last words echoed in Janeway’s mind and the sense of accomplishment faded very quickly, leaving her instead feeling exposed, embarrassed and guilty as hell.
Only two days ago, Janeway had said that she wouldn’t always be able to let her hormones get at the helm. Only two days ago, she had said that her crew and her ship would always come first.
And look at you now. One look at Seven and you forget everything around you; forgetting the danger the crew is facing. You can’t just sit back and relax while others do the work!
Janeway was on her feet and back to pacing, before she even realised she had moved. This time, however, she wasn’t wondering about what was happening on the rest of the ship, she was berating herself for her unprofessional conduct. And this time nobody stopped her.
Later Janeway couldn’t have said how long she moved back and forth before the doors to Sickbay opened and Crewman Dell was brought in. Standing right at the window, her fingers pressed against the surface, Janeway watched one more struggling crewmember being sedated and put onto a Biobed.
Janeway heard a sigh and noticed that Chakotay stood beside her.
In silence they watched the EMH scanning and then tapping away at consoles before he disappeared out of view towards where Neelix was.
“May I ask you something?” Chakotay asked quietly.
“That depends on the subject,” Janeway replied and eyed Chakotay warily.
“Are you blaming Seven for what happened between the two of you?” He pointed at his mobile scanner.
Janeway turned to face him. “No, not Seven,” she answered and crossed her arms. “Myself.”
“For what exactly? For a look you shared with your partner and which nobody would have even noticed if we weren’t monitored?”
“I have no leeway for stepping out of bounds, I am the captain of this ship!”
“Are you really telling me that because you are the captain, you aren’t allowed to take your mind off duty for approximately half a minute before you go about your business again? Even for you, that’s harsh.”
“Your point?” Janeway asked in a clipped tone.
“My point is that even though you might have incredible high standards for yourself, it’s not fair to let others believe they have failed you somehow,” Chakotay said. “Tuvok was right this morning, you will expect more from Seven than from anyone else on this ship. But there’s one exception in this: yourself. Be careful about where you draw the line. Is it expecting more or is it expecting the impossible?”
Janeway didn’t quite know how to respond to that, so she said nothing at all.
“Maybe you’ve been a captain for so long that you’ve forgotten that a partner isn’t just a frivolous distraction. A true partner is also a source of strength we draw upon – especially in a crisis.”
Janeway felt herself deflate a little. “I don’t know how to do that, Chakotay,” she said. “I don’t know how to balance this.”
“Give it a little time, Kathryn, you’ll figure it out,” he said with a smile.
A movement in sickbay caught Janeway’s attention and seeing Neelix walking beside the Doctor towards the lab lifted her spirits a little.
Neelix was greeted with delight, even though most of the happy atmosphere was coming from Neelix himself, and soon he was telling the group all about what had happened – which in his case started with Crewman McKenzie asking for additional seasoning – causing Janeway and B’Elanna to exchange an amused glance.
Janeway used the distraction to make her way over to Seven, who was standing in the corner furthest from the entrance to the laboratory and who avoided making eye-contact with Janeway. Only once Janeway was right in front of her, did Seven acknowledge her. Unlike before where Seven’s gaze and expression had been open, Janeway now looked at controlled features and into guarded eyes.
“I…” Janeway cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, if I made you feel like I blame you for what happened,” she said. “Because I don’t.”
Seven didn’t say a word.
“You haven’t failed me, not at all. It’s just…” Janeway shrugged and averted her eyes. “I have to find a balance and I have to get used to being something else then just the captain, to have human moments even while I’m on duty.”
“Then you will not declare this relationship a failure and terminate it?” Seven’s voice was tentative.
Janeway’s head snapped up. “What? No!” To her dismay a tear formed at Seven’s eye. Janeway reached up and took Seven’s face between her hands, pulling her head close so she couldn’t see anything else but Janeway.
Even though she didn’t realise it at that moment, Janeway proved Chakotay’s theory right then and there that she had even higher expectations for herself than for Seven. Right now Seven needed her, Kathryn, and she had no qualms about taking a moment to show her that she was there for her.
“No, Seven, I’m not giving up on us that easily.” Janeway’s eyes moved back and forth between Seven’s. “Yes, I’m struggling and maybe even stumbling, but that doesn’t mean I’m giving up.”
“You said to Commander Chakotay that you do not know how to do this.”
“And I don’t, yet,” Janeway said with a soft smile. “You took it literally and concluded in this amazing brain of yours, that it could only mean the end.” She shook her head. “No, Seven. We’ve just begun this journey together. We might not always have smooth sailing, but I promise you that I will not end this because of a single mishap.”
Seven inhaled deeply.
“Better?”
Seven nodded. “Yes.”
“I assume you heard the rest of the conversation between Chakotay and me?”
“Yes.”
“Keep it in mind. Knowing myself, you might have to use parts of it against me,” Janeway said wryly, letting her hands move from Seven’s face to her shoulders, squeezing them softly.
“Captain?”
“Back to business,” Janeway said with a smile, just about to face Neelix, who had called out to her.
Then Tuvok announced that there was no captain or any other rank in this room. You could have heard a pin drop in the ensuing silence.
Janeway turned around and she wasn’t the only one staring at Tuvok.
Tuvok raised an eyebrow as he looked from one person to the next. “Might I remind you that we are confined here and therefore not able to act in our capacity as members of this crew?”
“But that’s only a precaution so that we hopefully don’t catch whatever it is,” B’Elanna said.
“Precaution or not, it does not change the fact, that the EMH’s decision to confine us has in fact stripped us of our rank.”
Janeway saw the same sceptic that she felt on the faces of the others. “I’m sure that’s not quite the case.”
“Then you have a logical explanation why I as Chief of Security have not been contacted by my department since we are here, even though security clearly is an issue in the current situation.”
That would be a no, as in: I have no idea, Janeway thought.
“B’Elanna, was Crewman Dell on duty?” Chakotay wanted to know.
The Chief-Engineer thought for a moment. “As a matter of fact, he still is.”
Chakotay’s and Janeway’s eyes met. They both knew that the head of the departments were usually informed if something unusual happened during duty-shifts. Having a member of your team taken to Sickbay by security definitely counted as unusual.
“Crewman Dell was brought in just before Neelix joined us,” Janeway said.
“What?” B’Elanna stepped to the window. “Why wasn’t I told?”
Janeway’s gaze moved from B’Elanna back to Tuvok. There was no reason for him to point out that this further proved his theory and he didn’t. Janeway gave him a nod as acknowledgement, before looking over her shoulder at Seven. “I might be stripped of my rank, but I still want to know what’s happening out there. Join me?”
Seven hesitated and Janeway held out a hand to her. “Please?”
When she still didn’t move, Janeway turned back to her. “What is it?”
“I do not understand the difference between now and before,” Seven said. “Is it because you realised that you have no command in here?”
Janeway thought about it. “That’s part of it, yes.”
Seven cocked her head and her “explain, please” was in Janeway’s mind before she really spoke the words.
“Among other things I’m starting to feel tired, emotionally exhausted, and not because of you,” Janeway emphasised. “And now that I’m done fighting against it, I can finally admit that I want to have you close.”
A slight smile appeared in Seven’s face. “You always have to resist before you give in.”
Janeway raised an eyebrow. “But of course.”
“I will have to remember that.”
“Very wise of you,” Janeway replied. “By the way.” She leaned closer to Seven. “That is a good example for when I really don’t like being out of control and feeling helpless. It makes me rather irritable.”
“I understand.”
“Will you join me now on my vigil?”
Seven nodded.
“Alright then,” Janeway said. “If you don’t mind, we might just as well ask B’Elanna to sit with us before she tries to climb through that window.”
“That is acceptable.”
Together Janeway and Seven crossed the room and as they passed B’Elanna, Seven simply grabbed B’Elanna by an arm and pulled her along, earning her a few curses.
“I don’t feel like having a lengthy discussion about your chances of suddenly being able to go through the window if you stand there long enough,” Seven said.
“Captain, you keep strange company.”
“It’s Kathryn and don’t you dare complain to me about your friends,” Janeway said and sat down.
Seven of course took the place beside Janeway. But the gap she left between the two of them made Janeway look at her.
“Unacceptable,” Janeway said. “Even B’Elanna would sit closer to me.”
B’Elanna leaned forward and looked over. “That’s right,” she said and then just pushed Seven over with a grunt. “Kahless! If the Borg are so bloody advanced why don’t they use lighter metals or alloys for their implants?”
“Because otherwise you would complain about me being a pushover,” Seven said and crossed her ankles.
Janeway shook her head with a laugh. “Thank you for your help, B’Elanna.”
“You’re welcome Ca-thryn.”
Janeway sighed and only half listened as Seven and B’Elanna started talking about the pros and cons of different metals. Combined with the voices of the others it soon became a white noise and Janeway started to get drowsy.
Staring out through the door it took Janeway a moment to realise that there was movement and someone else was brought in.
“Is that Ensign Gilmore?”
“What?” Chakotay appeared in Janeway’s visual range as he stepped up to the window.
Interesting, Janeway thought.
“It’s her alright,” he confirmed and then after a moment he turned sharply on his heels. “This can’t be a coincidence!”
Suddenly Janeway was quite alert and on her feet in seconds. “What is it?”
“We were all having a late dinner together last night. Gilmore, Dell, Parsons and Bronowski.”
“That’s right,” Neelix said. “You’ve all tried my new recipe.”
Janeway hit her Com-Badge. “Janeway to the Doctor – we might have a clue to solve the problem.”
“I’ll be with you momentarily.”
“This could be it,” Janeway said brightly.
A minute later the EMH came through the door. He listened to Chakotay’s and Neelix’ report, asked some questions about ingredients, about other crewmembers having eaten from that dish and what not. Then he turned around and started to leave.
“Can we go now?” B’Elanna asked. “We haven’t eaten any of the stuff.”
“For all I know the ones having ingested the food may only be carriers. And as long as I have no definitive conclusion, you’ll stay here.”
“But-“ Janeway started and was cut off.
“No but,” the Doctor said. “You’ll be the first to know.”
Janeway sighed in defeat, turned around and went back to her spot on the floor, where Seven still sat, leaving Chakotay and Neelix to talk. Tuvok hadn’t even moved from his corner, where he sat silently, probably meditating.
“I’m getting really sick and tired of this,” B’Elanna muttered.
“I know exactly how you feel,” Janeway agreed and sat down, this time so close to Seven that their shoulders were touching.
“It will only be a matter of time until we’re released,” Seven said.
“Listen to the voice of reason,” B’Elanna said. “Who would have thought?”
Janeway turned her head with a small smile.
Seven was looking at B’Elanna. “I’m more often than not the voice of reason, B’Elanna Torres,” she said. “Especially with certain individuals.”
“Hey,” Janeway protested. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Seven looked at Janeway, the crested implant raising. “I don’t recall stating your designation.”
“Oooh, Seven, me thinks you touched a nerve.”
Janeway looked around Seven and directed a level-ten glare at B’Elanna, who only grinned and leaned back against the wall.
“I used to have authority on this ship,” Janeway grumbled and sat back herself.
“You still do, Captain.”
Janeway smiled as she heard B’Elanna. “It’s all good, Lieutenant.”
After a few minutes the others began to settle down as well and the room went quiet.
Once more Janeway felt sleep creeping up on her and after the third time her head tilted sideways, she just let it. It was way too heavy to keep upright any longer.
tbc
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