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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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„Sickbay to Captain Janeway.“
The sudden noise of the Doctor’s voice in Janeway’s otherwise quiet living room startled her.
“Yes?” Janeway asked quietly.
“The cortical monitor Seven is wearing is showing readings as if she’s regenerating,” the EMH said. “But she isn’t in her alcove.”
With a smile, Janeway looked down to Seven laying in her arms. “No, she isn’t. She’s asleep in my living room.”
Silence.
“She is sleeping?” The Doctor asked his voice quiet now as well.
“Yes.”
There was another pause, before he spoke again. “The reason I’m asking is that the scans during the time she’s been awake show a significant amount of stress. Nothing too worrisome since they are back to normal now, but I wanted to make sure she’s alright.”
“If you are quiet, you can come and check her out,” Janeway said. “I’d actually appreciate it. I don’t want her to overexert herself.”
“I’ll be with you in a moment.”
“Thank you.”
As much as Janeway enjoyed having Seven in her arms as she slept for the first time since she’d been severed from the hive-mind, after the ordeal Seven had been through, Janeway wanted her to recover more than anything else.
Janeway continued to play with the soft tresses of Seven’s hair, her mind wandering back to the emotional roller-coaster of the last couple of days until the chime to the door sounded and the EMH stepped into the room after Janeway’s soft “enter”.
“It’s been quite an evening,” Janeway said, as he stopped to look down on them in surprise.
“It certainly looks like it,” he replied and came over, crouching down beside them. He took the tricorder out of the med-kit and ran the scanner over Seven’s body. “I take it, things between the two of you are settled again?” The Doctor asked without taking his eyes of the readings.
Janeway studied him for a moment. “Has it been that obvious?”
He glanced briefly at Janeway. “Unlike you, Seven spent a lot of her time in Sickbay.”
Janeway sighed. “She believed she had to protect me from having to watch her die.”
Furrowing his brows, the EMH looked at Janeway. “And you couldn’t convince her otherwise?”
“I couldn’t even convince her to tell me why she wanted to end things between us.”
He shut the tricorder and looked at Seven. “Whatever happened earlier, she’s fine now.”
“It has been a very emotional evening,” Janeway murmured while curling another one of Seven’s locks around her finger. Looking up, she wanted to know if she had to wake Seven so she could get back into her alcove.
“No,” the EMH replied. “But tomorrow she’ll have to continue with the last two days of her regeneration.”
Gazing down again, Janeway wondered what it would be like to have Seven waking up with her.
“I’d suggest moving her to the bed, though.”
Tightening her grip on Seven, Janeway looked at him from underneath her brows. “No,” she said gravelly.
The Doctor lifted a hand. “Don’t you think, Seven would enjoy sleeping in the future much more if she wouldn’t wake with every bone in her body aching?”
Janeway lowered her eyes again, trying to hide the pleasure at the thought of having Seven sleeping or waking up with her on a regular basis.
“Captain, the last days have been excruciating for Seven, both physically and emotionally,” the Doctor said. “I’m fairly certain, that she’s exhausted enough not to wake. And if she does, she’ll probably just go right back to sleep.”
Janeway sighed and wished that she could lift Seven as easily as Seven did her.
“I’ll be careful not to wake her.”
Loosening her hold on Seven, Janeway finally nodded. “Alright,” she agreed and after some shifting, the EMH was able to pick Seven up.
Janeway couldn’t hold back a soft groan as she tried to sort out her own stiff muscles and aching bones to get up.
“I had a feeling, Seven wouldn’t be the only one to benefit from sleeping comfortably.”
Slowly Janeway rotated her head to glare at the Doctor. “Have you just played me?”
He turned so that Seven was between him and Janeway. “I’d rather say that I took advantage of your overcompensated protectiveness – for your own good.”
Janeway narrowed her eyes at him. “Overcompensated?”
“Your reaction is quite understandable given the circumstances,” he said. “I’m sure it will pass once your subconscious has fully realised that Seven survived.”
“Maybe you should check out those psychiatric subroutines of yours.” Janeway walked stiffly towards the bedroom, but kept her eyes fixed on him until she was past, noticing that he kept Seven between them. “Scared of my overcompensated protectiveness, Doctor?”
“I’m only being careful, Captain,” he replied as he followed her.
Once in the room, Janeway pointed to the bed. “Just lay her on the right side, I’ll take it from there.”
“Do you want me to assist you with the Biosuit?”
Remembering how they had walked in on him on a holodeck as he was painting Seven in the nude, using a holo-image of her, Janeway gave him a sceptical look. “I think not.”
The EMH sighed. “It has been over a year, Captain. I’m well over my infatuation,” he said. “I am a physician and Seven is my patient. And if that’s not enough, you know that Seven has a rather different concept of nudity – shame is irrelevant.”
“To me it isn’t,” Janeway said, even though she knew he had a point.
“It’s not you we’re talking about,” the Doctor said, then: “At least open the Biosuit while I hold her. It will make things easier.”
Janeway wasn’t quite sure why she still hesitated, but as the EMH said something about being sure, that Seven would much rather wake in her arms than in his, Janeway moved over.
Janeway actually let him help her to get Seven out of the Biosuit as it was indeed a lot of hassle to deal with, especially with Seven being asleep.
As soon as Seven was under the blanket, the EMH left and Janeway quickly stripped out of her own clothes.
Janeway was just climbing onto the bed when Seven rolled from her back onto her side.
“Captain?”
Swiftly, Janeway slipped underneath the covers and moved over to her. Laying onto her back, Janeway held out an arm. “Come here.”
“What-“ A huge yawn interrupted her and Janeway had to supress a grin as Seven blinked in surprise.
“You’ve been asleep,” Janeway said and softly pulled Seven’s head onto her shoulder, before she put her hand onto Seven’s neck.
Seven moved closer. “Sleeping feels strange,” she murmured.
“Just close your eyes again,” Janeway said quietly, stroking Seven tenderly.
“Will you sleep as well?”
Janeway smiled. “I will and quite happily so.”
Which she did.
*
Janeway woke a couple of times but was able to get back to sleep after reassuring herself that Seven was still in her arms.
Once the computer announced that it was time to get up, Janeway was wide awake in an instant and looked at Seven, as they both hadn’t moved all that much during the night.
Seven’s head shifted and then blue eyes blinked up at Janeway.
“Good morning,” Janeway greeted her with a smile.
“Good morning,” Seven said, her voice throaty. She frowned. “What happened to my voice?”
“Mine does that too at times when I wake up.” Especially after crying the night before.
Still frowning slightly, Seven said: ”Sleeping is rather different than regenerating. I don’t feel disoriented after a cycle has ended.”
Janeway’s smile faded. “I’m sorry that you don’t like it.”
Seven looked back into Janeway’s eyes. “I do enjoy feeling you close to me when I regain consciousness.”
The corner of Janeway’s mouth lifted again. “I’m glad,” she whispered. “Because I had hoped we could do this again. I very much like to be the one having you in my arms for a change,” she said, moving her hand to the nape of Seven’s neck.
Janeway’s smile deepened as Seven closed her eyes and curved her neck slightly. “You do like that a lot,” Janeway murmured.
“Yes.”
Silently, they lay like that for a few minutes, then Janeway sighed. Time to get up. “Alright, my love-“
Seven’s head came up and huge blue eyes stared at Janeway.
“What?” Janeway asked.
“You called me ‘my love’.”
“Yes,” Janeway said slowly. “Is that a bad thing?”
“You haven’t used endearments for me before,” Seven stated. “Why now?”
Janeway mulled that one over. “It might be the fact that I am contentedly relaxed and not quite awake enough to watch my tongue,” she finally admitted.
Seven shifted and lay on her stomach, giving Janeway her full attention. “Explain.”
“For one, I don’t like to use just any old thing,” Janeway started. “Then there are the things that don’t suit you or where I’m not sure how you would react.”
The implant above Seven’s eye rose questioningly. “Why would you be concerned about my reaction?”
Looking at Seven for a moment, Janeway thought about how to explain this. “You are a very intelligent and strong woman, both headstrong and physically powerful, and you take pride in your accomplishments – rightfully so,” she said, her eyes moving back and forth between Seven’s. “But there’s also the… softer side of you, which I get to see more often now. And while I know that you don’t see me as weak anymore when I’m vulnerable, I’m not sure how you feel about yourself in similar situations.”
“Like last night.”
“Not only, but yes,” Janeway said. “And I’m not talking about you crying.”
Seven cocked her head in surprise. “You aren’t?
“No,” Janeway said softly. “I’m talking about how absolutely adorable you were as you told me that your drink tasted like strawberries.”
Seven’s eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly, then she averted her eyes. Reaching out, Janeway took Seven’s chin between her fingers, hoping the gesture would be enough to make her look back at her. It was and Janeway locked eyes with Seven. “That made me fall even deeper in love with you,” Janeway said. “Do you understand that?”
“I… I am uncertain.”
Janeway released Seven’s chin. “As I’ve said before, you’re intelligent and strong, and I love that about you. I even like that you challenge me – sometimes not so much, though.” Janeway added the last part with a wry smile and was relieved to see the corner of Seven’s mouth lift into a tiny smile.
“But if you didn’t have this tender part of yourself, the one that likes to hold me, to caress me, the one that wants to comfort me, I don’t think I could love you as much as I do.”
Seven didn’t say anything but didn’t look away either. Then after a moment she cocked her head. “When you admitted your interest about BDSM to me, you were feeling vulnerable, is that correct?”
Janeway nodded. “Yes.”
“Especially when I asked, if your not being in control included being bound.”
Janeway nodded again, albeit a bit slower, because she remembered how she had felt with Seven being able to detect her reactions before she even gave an answer.
Eyes narrowed, Seven’s gaze moved to the side for a heartbeat then came back to Janeway. “I felt particularly fond of you in that moment,” Seven said, her face morphing into an expression of understanding.
“That’s how I felt last night.”
“In this case, adorable is acceptable.”
Janeway looked into Seven’s serious face and tried really hard not to smile.
Seven looked closely at Janeway. “What is it?”
Janeway’s lips twitched. “How about cute?”
The implant above Seven’s eye shot up. “Unacceptable,” she stated. “I am not cute.”
Janeway nodded, her smile finally breaking through. “You are, especially right now.”
Seven gave Janeway a dark look.
Janeway sighed theatrically. “Alright then, you are not cute but adorable.”
“You are still thinking that I am cute.”
“My thoughts are my own.”
Seven moved up on all fours and looked down to Janeway. The cover slipped from Seven’s back, leaving her gloriously naked. “I am not cute,” she repeated, her face determined.
Oh no, you aren’t. Janeway swallowed. Not anymore.
Seven cocked her head. “Considering your reaction, I believe it is safe to say that me being cute is no longer the issue at hand.”
“No, it isn’t,” Janeway replied, and this time it was her voice that sounded throaty. “You are anything but cute right now.” Janeway let her eyes do what they so desperately wanted, and they wandered from Seven’s face over her shoulder, down her back to her firm buttocks.
“You are thinking about sex.”
Janeway looked back into Seven’s eyes. “To be precise, I’m thinking about how sexy you are,” she replied and as she saw the tiny twitch of the implant, Janeway added: “Which could lead to me thinking about sex, yes.” Janeway sighed and closed her eyes, putting an arm over her face. “But we have a schedule to follow. You’ll have to continue regenerating, and I have to be on duty soon.”
“You are not pleased by that thought.”
With a soft laugh, Janeway looked at Seven from underneath her arm. “I can easily imagine something much more pleasurable than leaving you in your alcove for the next two days.”
Seven sat back onto her haunches, the very same satisfied expression in her face that had robbed Janeway of her breath many times before.
“That’s it,” Janeway said and rolled onto her side. “I’m heading for the shower.” She got up and crossed the room.
“Would you like me to wash your back?”
Janeway stopped and turned around. Inhaling deeply, she drank in the sight of Seven on the bed. “Thank you, but no,” Janeway replied with a wry smile. “Too much temptation.”
Seven inclined her head, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as her eyes moved over Janeway’s body. “I understand perfectly.”
Janeway swallowed and fled into the bathroom.
About an hour later, Janeway and Seven walked into Cargo Bay 2 and up to Seven’s alcove.
Seven stepped onto the platform, turned around and looked down at Janeway, who returned her gaze, and then impulsively moved onto the platform as well, standing right in front of Seven.
“Something to remember me by,” Janeway said, put a hand behind Seven’s head and pulled her down.
Like the first time they had ever kissed, Seven’s breath ghosted across Janeway’s face. But this time Seven didn’t wait for Janeway to move. She closed the distance, covering Janeway’s mouth with her own. Janeway pushed her tongue through their parted lips and let it brush against Seven’s.
With a soft moan, Janeway deepened the kiss, and what had meant to be a playful and light good-bye kiss turned into something heated and passionate.
What made Janeway finally stop were the tears on Seven’s cheeks. Pulling back in concern, Janeway cradled Seven’s face in her hands. “What’s wrong?” Janeway softly wiped at the tears with her thumbs.
Seven blinked and swallowed. “I… I remembered thinking about not ever kissing you again,” she said.
“I know,” Janeway whispered. “I guess, we’ll both have moments like this in the next couple of days.”
“I apologise-“
Janeway shook her head. “No more apologies, Seven,” she said, and as Seven looked at her in surprise, Janeway sighed. “You have told me yesterday that you were sorry and I have seen how much you regret what happened. Please don’t carry that guilt around with you. It won’t do you any good.” Look, who’s talking. “I know how that feels, and it isn’t nice.”
Seven cocked her head.
“The guilt about stranding Voyager here in the Delta Quadrant has been eating at me for years,” Janeway said. “Long before you came aboard and kept me occupied,” she added with a smile to lighten the mood. “But I don’t want to get into that now. Just promise me to come to me first before you decide anything concerning our relationship.”
“I will,” Seven replied.
“Good.” Janeway smiled. “Now it’s time for you to…” Janeway laughed. “I can’t tease you about going to sleep anymore.”
“I am certain, you will find something else.”
With a grin, Janeway stretched up, so she could whisper into Seven’s ear: “Yes, about you being…” Janeway paused, then finished: “Adorable.”
Seven’s chin lifted but she said nothing. But Janeway would bet anything that Seven knew exactly that she had been thinking about Seven being cute.
Janeway caressed Seven’s cheek softly, then stepped off the platform. “I’ll see you in two days.”
Of course Janeway saw Seven earlier.
B’Elanna had wanted to meet Janeway for dinner, but had to cancel at the last minute, because of some glitch that had been found and had to be taken care of.
B’Elanna had been terribly sorry, asked Janeway a hundred times if she was doing alright, until Janeway realised that she had not yet filled B’Elanna in about the news. Since Janeway didn’t want to talk about it over the Com, she tried to assure B’Elanna as best as she could and asked to meet for lunch the day after tomorrow.
So instead of having dinner, Janeway stood in Cargo Bay 2 with a smile as wide as the hangar doors to the shuttle bay. One night and one more day without Seven. I can do that.
And with a last look at Seven, Janeway headed to her quarters, hoping for some good sleep since she hadn’t had that much in the last couple of days. Janeway wasn’t thinking of not getting much sleep once Seven was up and about again, not too much anyway.
tbc
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