Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

Resistance really is futile	By : goofball Category: Star Trek > Voyager Views: 7729 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Don't own anything about Star Trek Voyager nor make I money with my story

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
Upon waking up, Janeway stretched lazily with a smile on her face. What a nice dream, she thought. Granted, the memory of having Seven’s body flush against her own felt more like remembering rather than dreaming, and a soft shiver ran through her. But discussing a possible relationship with Seven could only be a dream
Janeway rolled onto her side and pushed the pillow into the right position, allowing herself to bask in the afterglow of the dream for a few more minutes. Her fingertips tingled as she remembered touching Seven’s skin and lips. Janeway’s breath quickened and the tingling sensation spread from her fingers into her arm.
Snapping her eyes open, Janeway sat up. “Enough of that,” she said to herself. “Remember why this isn’t a good idea.” She swung her legs over the edge of the bed.
“There’s nothing to be found in the protocol that speaks against a relationship between a member of the crew and a private contractor,” Seven’s voice sounded in Janeway’s head and she froze.
“What I fail to comprehend, however, is you not allowing yourself to be a human being with needs and wants.”
Everything Seven had said and done was burned into Janeway’s mind and it didn’t fade back into her subconscious like dreams usually do. Talking about her subconscious, why would it let Seven really leave instead of giving in to what they both had clearly wanted? Self-preservation only went that far after all.
Had it been real? Had Seven really been there last night? Was it possible that it hadn’t been just a dream after all?
“Computer, was there someone beside myself in my quarters last night?” Great, Kathryn, just keep beating around the bush.
“Confirmed.”
“Who…” Janeway swallowed. “Who was it?”
“Seven of Nine was in your quarters last night.”
“How long was she here?”
“Thirty-eight minutes and nineteen seconds.”
“That means I really have a dinner date with Seven tonight?”
“Unable to confirm, please specify your question.”
Janeway rolled her eyes. As if she’d expected an answer to that question. But at least that got her out of her stupor and she stood up. She had to get ready for a new day in the Delta Quadrant.
Once in the shower with warm water washing over her, Janeway’s mind wandered back to the night before, or rather what repercussions a relationship with Seven might bring. What would Chakotay or Tuvok think, or the rest of the crew? There was still some animosity towards Seven. Would that get worse?
This is getting me nowhere, Janeway thought. Time to compartmentalize.
Twenty minutes later Janeway stepped out of the Turbolift and onto the Bridge. “Good morning, everyone. Anything to report?”
Chakotay turned his head to look at Janeway. “Nothing at all, quiet sailing.”
“Very well, I’ll be in my Ready Room. Chakotay, you have the Bridge.”
“Aye, Captain.”
My Captain. Funny how the same word could feel so different, Janeway thought as she went to her office.
After getting a cup of coffee, Janeway sat behind her desk and turned her attention to the messages she had received during the night, scanning them for importance. Amongst all the reports was a private message from Seven. Janeway hesitated only for a moment, then – with a deep sigh – made herself go through some of the reports first.
One and a half hour later – and with fresh coffee – she allowed herself to take a break and opened Seven’s message.
“Captain,
please specify your wishes for tonight as I am uncertain about what would be appropriate. I know you to be a rather private person, so I am unsure about meeting in the Mess Hall. Considering our reaction to each other last night, I’m fairly certain we won’t be able to contain ourselves if we were to meet in your quarters. At least I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on our conversation. Even my self-control does have its limits.”
Despite the flare of passion that shot through her, Janeway laughed softly. In her mind Seven’s voice sounded more like “even my superior self-control”.
The door chime sounded.
“Come in.”
Tuvok came in with a PADD in his hand. “The security report from the Gamma Shift, Captain,” he said as he handed it to Janeway.
“Anything special in it?”
“No, Captain.”
“Alright, then it will have to get into line.” Janeway placed the PADD on the desktop. Looking up again, she surprised herself by saying: “Tuvok, I need your advice.”
“Certainly.”
“You might want to take a seat, this make take a while.”
“As you wish,” he replied and settled himself in the seat before the desk.
“Where to start?” Janeway pondered aloud. “How about: I was approached by someone who wishes to engage in a relationship with me.”
“And?”
“And?” Janeway repeated incredulously. “No regulations, stipulations or rules that come to your mind?”
“Do you wish me to recite all of them? Or is there something specific you are asking for, Captain?”
Of course Janeway’s glare did nothing to frazzle the stoic Vulcan. Tuvok simply raised an eyebrow questioningly.
“How about the captain isn’t supposed to fraternize with the crew?” Janeway asked.
“That would depend on your definition of fraternizing as well as on the rank of the crew member in question or if it is a private contractor.”
“There is a difference between regular members of a crew and a contractor?”
“Yes, Captain,” Tuvok confirmed.
Janeway leaned back in her chair. “So Starfleet isn’t opposed to relationships between a contractor and a captain?”
“Not as far as I know,” Tuvok replied. “But I am sure that the private contractor in question could recite the references more accurately then I could at this moment.”
Janeway gave him a crooked smile. “You know who it is,” she stated and lifted her cup.
“There aren’t that many people on this ship that could be considered as such. And I find it hard to believe that you would contemplate Mr. Neelix to be a possible mate for you.”
The coffee Janeway had in her mouth went down the wrong way. Sputtering, Janeway shot a glare at Tuvok.
“I take that as an agreement to my statement.”
Still coughing, she nodded, while Tuvok watched her with unreadable eyes.
“Impeccable timing, Commander,” Janeway rasped after a moment.
No reaction whatsoever from Tuvok.
“But no, Neelix is definitely not up for consideration.”
“There is only one logical partner for you here on Voyager,” Tuvok stated in his lecture mode.
“Go on.”
“Seven of Nine.”
“Care to explain the logic?” Janeway asked, bracing her arms on the desk and leaning forward.
“For one thing, she is not intimidated by you or your rank,” Tuvok said.
Janeway laughed. “There is one or the other person around who isn’t.”
“Correct, but they wouldn’t suit you in other areas.”
Now Janeway leaned back. “I’m listening.”
“Seven is intelligent, strong-minded and she has proven her loyalty to you and her collective on many occasions. Despite her loyalty, she doesn’t hesitate to confront you.”
“And now she even waits until we’re alone before she starts arguing,” Janeway muttered.
“Proving my point.”
“Because of the arguing?” Janeway wanted to know.
“No, because she has the respect to wait, which she had to learn under unusual circumstances.”
Janeway sighed deeply. “She’s come a long way.”
“Indeed,” he said. “I believe you both to complement each other.”
Janeway shook her head. “Seven waltzed in on me, took apart every single argument I have created in the past months, very efficiently and in a most logical manner, I might add,” she told him. “I need a clear mind which isn’t clouded by the feelings. How can I get involved in a romantic relationship, when I have this crew to take care of and which I have to get home?”
“Captain, have you ever considered that the crew might benefit from having a content leader? Punishing yourself because you feel guilty of having stranded Voyager in the Delta Quadrant does not make a content leader.”
Janeway just stared at Tuvok.
“Even I find it unsettling at times to be so far from T’Pal and my children,” Tuvok said. “But where Vulcans seek solitude, you do not. You don’t thrive on your own,” he stated.
Still she didn’t know what to say.
“With your permission, I’d like to get back to my duties now.”
Janeway nodded. “Granted,” she said very quietly.
Tuvok got up and strode towards the exit.
“Thank you, my friend.”
He paused briefly. “You are welcome, Captain.”
Janeway’s gaze lingered on the closed door for quite some time after Tuvok had left.
It really had never occurred to her, that being in a relationship might have a boost on the crew’s morale. But she definitely liked the thought, ignoring the guilt-and-punishment-issue for now. She so did not want to get into this at the moment.
Janeway emptied her cup and returned back to Seven’s message. “Now, where was I? Ah, yes, the superior self-control.”
Being with you on a holodeck would pose the same difficulty. Would you please inform me about your wishes including the time we are supposed to meet?
Best Regards
Seven
Janeway thought for a minute and then sent a short message back that she would gladly meet Seven at 1900 hours in either the Mess Hall or at Sandrine’s if she preferred it and that she was looking forward to it.
The only place Janeway really didn’t want to go to was the Fair Haven-simulation, which is why she didn’t mention it.
After that Janeway went back to her work, using the quiet stretch of space they were in to put a serious dent in the stack of piled-up PADDs.
tbc
AN: Should I even keep posting?
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Resistance really is futile