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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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Chakotay came in at the end of his shift to give his report, which reminded Janeway to keep an eye on the time. Once he left she finished the report she had started and after checking in on the Bridge, she quickly made her way to her quarters.
Now that there were no more messages about burnt out plasma relays, stolen items (which had only been lent to someone) and such things to keep Janeway’s mind occupied, she suddenly felt excited about the evening. Excited and nervous.
This was her first real date in ages. It wasn’t just a get-together with the crew, or sharing a meal with her second in command. And it wasn’t anything like a date with her then-fiancé.
Take a deep breath. You’re going to be fine, Janeway told herself, dashing around a corner, almost colliding with an Ensign from engineering, who apologized for not seeing her sooner.
“Nothing to worry about,” Janeway said over her shoulder, while hurrying on. Just one more corner and she was finally at her quarters.
The door hadn’t even finished closing when Janeway reached up to unclip the Com-Badge und unzip her jacket. Heading through the room she asked for more light. Once in the bedroom she undid her insignias – of course losing one of the little buggers and having to search for it underneath the bed – before she slipped out of her clothes, stuffed them into the container to get them recycled and stepped in front of her wardrobe.
There hadn’t been much in there in the first place, since this had started out as a two week away mission and there hadn’t been added much either. Other things had always been more important.
Janeway stared into the sparsely filled wardrobe and had no clue what to wear. Of course she wanted to look good, but not overdressed. Which meant that a dress was out of the question. That left a pair of slacks. Easy enough since she had only two of them – besides a couple of uniform pants. Now for the hard part.
Janeway stood and stared blankly for what seemed like several minutes even though there where only four tops to choose from.
Alright, Kathryn, standing here for minutes on end is not getting you anywhere.
“Computer, what is the time?”
“It is now 1824 hours.”
Okay, shower first, nothing to think about there.
The problem with nothing to think about was that it left you plenty of time to worry. What if they couldn’t find something to talk about? What if Seven decided at the last minute that she didn’t want to get involved with Janeway? She’d had enough time to reconsider. What if-
Janeway groaned loudly. “Enough already, you’re acting like a – teenager!” That actually made her laugh, taking at least some of her anxiousness away.
Briskly finishing her shower, Janeway dried herself off and chose one of her favourite pairs of nice undergarments. Next were the slacks and after only a brief hesitation, she went for the dark green top. She liked the contrast of it to her reddish hair and for a change it was something where she could leave some buttons open opposed to her uniform. Back into the bath for some eyeliner, mascara and lipstick, a dash of perfume – done! Well, almost. Bedroom again and on with the shoes. No problem there, since she only had one pair of casual pumps.
“Computer, time?”
“It is now 1854 hours.”
“Perfect.” Janeway grabbed her Com-Badge and attached it to her blouse on the way through the living room – only to stop dead. They had actually never agreed on where to meet. Hitting the Com Janeway started walking again. “Janeway to Seven of Nine.”
“Seven here.”
“I’m on my way, where are we meeting?”
“I’m at-“
The door swished open and revealed Seven.
“-your door.”
Janeway’s momentum carried her right into Seven who caught her by the shoulders.
Standing so close to Seven and staring into her eyes, Janeway couldn’t breathe. Her mouth went dry and she swallowed.
“Captain?”
When had Janeway closed her eyes? She lifted heavy lids to look at Seven.
“Are you feeling well?”
Janeway gave her a soft smile and nodded. “Oh, yes, I am,” she replied, her voice rather breathless. “It’s just…” Janeway’s gaze flickered down to Seven’s full bottom lip and she imagined how it would feel to suck on it or to bite gently into it. This time Janeway closed her eyes on purpose, letting out a low laugh. “It’s just that I want to-“ she looked into Seven’s eyes. “I want to kiss you so badly. But I’m not sure I could walk afterwards, leave alone sit somewhere public without making a complete fool out of myself.”
Seven’s eyes widened and Janeway heard the sharp intake of her breath. “I… I am unsure on how to proceed.”
Breathing in deeply, Janeway smiled sheepishly. “Since I really need some food, I suggest we both take a step back and then head for the Mess Hall.”
“You haven’t eaten?” Seven asked and stepped back.
“No, I have been busy with stacks and more stacks of more or less interesting reports.”
“Then we shall go and get you some nutrients.”
“Alright.” Janeway stepped fully out of the door and headed to the right, Seven falling into step beside her.
While they walked, Janeway looked at Seven, taking in her simple but very classy outfit, composed of black slacks and a black turtleneck. “You look really nice.” And it also felt very nice to have her walking beside her, to feel her presence.
“Thank you.” Seven gave Janeway a brief glance. “I was thinking the same about you, but I got – distracted.”
“So was I.” Janeway smiled without looking at Seven. She saw a crew-member at the far of cross section and felt Seven abruptly moving away from her. Janeway looked at her and was surprised to find the expression to be the cool and aloof one, Seven usually wore. Janeway reached for her elbow to stop her. “Seven, what just happened?” Janeway wanted to know.
“I am attempting to respect your privacy,” Seven answered, her back straight, her hands behind her back.
“From whom?”
“Ensign Bronowski just crossed the corridor and I was not certain if he had seen us.”
“He was looking at a PADD,” Janeway said and then remembered Seven writing something about her, Janeway, being a private person. “Do you believe I don’t want to be seen with you unless it’s work related?”
“I am Borg, Captain.”
“You are confusing me, Seven. What are you saying?”
“That I would understand if you feel the necessity to keep our – involvement a secret.”
“The hell you would,” Janeway said, and from the way the crested implant moved up, she said it with enough force to make an impact. “That’s not how it’s going to be, Seven. I might not flaunt my personal relationship to the world by crawling all over you wherever we are, but I will not keep it a secret. I am not ashamed to be seen with you.”
“But I am Borg.”
“You are an ex-drone,” Janeway said. “You’re also a highly intelligent, multifaceted and very attractive young woman, with a wonderfully wicked sense of humour. You are paying me quite the compliment by wanting to be with me.”
Seven’s eyes moved back and forth between Janeway’s.
“Granted,” Janeway said with a grin, “some people might think me crazy by getting involved with someone as stubborn as you, but I’ve been called worse.”
Seven’s chin lifted, but before she could say anything, Janeway challenged her: “Or do you believe we will fail at this, and therefore it’s better if we’re not seen together in the first place?”
And there it was: Seven’s face morphed into her expression of arrogant self-confidence. “We will not fail.”
“Oh?” Janeway lifted an enquiring eyebrow, supressing a smile.
“We have already spent time together even though we were not on duty. We had many discussions, we did physical exercise together and we even spent time with recreational activities. I fail to see why that would change.”
“So there’s a chance for us?” Janeway’s stomach gurgled. “And some food for me in the near future?” She added with a smile.
“Yes.” Plain and simple.
Janeway gestured with her head and they continued on their way, arriving at the Mess Hall a short while later.
“Do you have any preferences concerning the seating arrangements?”
“I do,” Janeway said and put her hand on Seven’s back. “Over there in the corner,” Janeway added, steering her in the right direction, while greeting and smiling at everyone they passed.
Once seated – putting Seven in the chair with the back to the room – it didn’t take long for Neelix to appear and ask for their wishes.
Janeway chose the Jibalian Seven-Spice Omelette – very pointedly not looking at Seven – and some white wine.
Much to Janeway’s surprise, Seven went for Macaroni and Cheese with some water.
As much as he tried, Neelix had no chance of convincing Seven to try anything different and he left after the third recline, muttering something about the Borg having ruined Seven’s taste buds.
“Captain, may I ask you something?”
“Go ahead.”
“Even though I’ve always been aware of your touch, that awareness seems to have intensified since yesterday. Is this a common occurrence? It is most distracting.”
“In a bad way?”
Seven averted her eyes but then looked up again. “Not particularly. But it is rather disconcerting to have to concentrate on something as simple as breathing or walking while my attention is fixed on how your hand feels on my back.”
Janeway nodded with a soft smile. “I know what you mean. Just before, when I ran into you and you held me, I almost couldn’t breathe.”
Seven cocked her head. “But why now?”
They were interrupted by Neelix, who with much flourish and chitter chatter put their glasses in front of them before he scurried away again.
Janeway took her glass and tipped it towards Seven. “To us.”
With a tiny smile playing around her lips, Seven took her glass and clinked it against Janeway’s. “To us.”
They both sipped from their drinks.
“To answer your question, I’m not quite sure. Maybe it’s because – at least in my case – now that I’ve decided to give this – us – a chance, my body is in warp-drive.” Janeway smiled whimsically. “Jumping at every opportunity to get excited whenever you are close.”
Seven’s expression turned from taking in information to… Janeway blinked. Could it be that she looked smug?
Janeway grinned at Seven. “You like that.”
“Yes, I do,” Seven replied. “However, I’m surprised about the lack of concern that holds for you. I have learned that you don’t like being out of control.”
Heat crept into Janeway’s cheeks. “In everyday life I don’t and as a captain certainly not,” she answered. “And there will be times I can’t or won’t allow my hormones to rule my decisions. But other than that I’m very pleased about this particular excitement and the way it makes me feel when you’re close.” Janeway locked eyes with Seven. “And…” she took in a deep breath. “And there are times when I don’t want to be in control. But I’d rather get into this later, if you don’t mind.” Janeway reached out and softly squeezed Seven’s hand. “Please,” she added, before pulling her hand back.
“As you wish.”
“Thank you,” Janeway whispered just before their food arrived and Neelix – again with much aplomb but less chatter – put the plates in front of them.
They ate a couple of bites, then Seven looked up with a pleased expression in her face. “Are you enjoying your omelette with the seven spices?”
“Yes,” Janeway replied. “And I really love the taste.” She let her eyes move down to Seven’s mouth and said: “But I’m convinced that I’ll like the taste of Seven even better.”
Seven’s lips parted slightly and her hand that had been half way up to her mouth lowered again.
Feeling contrite Janeway put down her own fork. “I’m sorry for teasing you like that. It’s not fair since you’re not used to it.”
“Please do not apologize,” Seven said. “I am pleased to hear that you believe you will like my taste.” She frowned and looked at her plate. “But I am unsure if I will be able to consume the nutrition.”
“Why is that?”
“There is a strange fluttering sensation inside my stomach and my esophagus seems to have closed itself up.”
It was a unique experience to hear Seven describe her physical reaction and Janeway smiled at her.
“I’ve had my share of butterflies in my stomach – that’s what we call it – as I was getting ready,” Janeway told her.
Seven eyes narrowed. “Will you not be able to ingest you nutrition? You said you needed some.”
“I’m more used to this then you are,” Janeway replied fondly. “I might not finish it, though.” She looked at Seven. “You want to help me?”
“How?”
Instead of saying anything, Janeway cut a fresh piece of omelette and held out the fork in front of Seven’s mouth.
Seven looked at her, then down to Janeway’s hand and finally moved her head to take the offering.
Janeway swallowed as she watched Seven’ mouth open for the food. Seven’s eyes moved back to Janeway’s as the fork slid out from between her closed lips.
Janeway’s mouth watered and she swallowed again, before taking a deep breath to calm herself. It didn’t help much. There were at least half a dozen butterflies inside her and yes, her throat had just closed up.
“Considering your reaction this seems to be an intimate gesture.”
Janeway simply nodded. Indeed it was.
With her chin Seven nodded to Janeway’s plate. “You should proceed.”
“Not sure I can.”
“If I can, so do you,” Seven stated. “The taste is actually better than most of the other dishes here. It must be the seven spices.”
That made Janeway laugh. “You are quite full of yourself.”
Lifting the crested implant enquiringly Seven asked: “What else should I be full of?”
“Quite right, it’s just an old phrase from earth for being self-confident,” Janeway explained and at last cut a piece of omelette for herself. It really was one of Neelix’ best recipes.
After downing her mouthful Janeway pointed to the other end of the omelette. “If you like you can have some. You’ve got cutlery right there.”
Seven hesitated for a moment then, after pushing her own plate to the side, took her fork and knife, and together they ate the omelette in silence – which didn’t take too long.
“Better,” Janeway said and put the napkin aside.
“Are you feeling energized again?”
“Yes, I do,” Janeway replied. “Do you mind if I have a cup of coffee before we leave?”
“No.”
Janeway was tempted to use the Com to keep the interruptions to a minimum, but instead decided to simply get the coffee herself. “I’ll be right back.”
Getting up, Janeway strode quickly towards the counter. She was aware of eyes following her but since there was always a certain attention on her when she came here, she wasn’t sure if she only felt it more or if there was actually more scrutinizing.
Reaching the counter, Janeway leaned on it looking to the backroom where she heard bustling. “Neelix, is there some coffee for me?”
“I’ll be right with you, Captain.”
“Thanks.” Janeway straightened up and turned a little sideways, letting her gaze sweep over the whole room – until she noticed that Seven had turned in the chair and was watching her. That explained a lot about Janeway’s feeling of having eyes on her. She smiled at Seven.
“Are you having a pleasant evening, Captain?” Neelix asked.
Janeway’s eyes lingered a moment longer on Seven, then she turned to Neelix. “Yes, I am.”
“It shows, if I may say so,” Neelix said and handed her the coffee she had ordered.
“Thank you, Neelix,” Janeway replied, leaving it up to him to determine what exactly she was thanking him for. Then she took the cup and made her way back to their table.
“Imagine that,” Janeway said as she sat down. “It seems obvious that I’m having a good time.”
“Why would I need imagination for that if I can see it for myself?”
“Seven,” Janeway said with a laugh. “We really need to bring you up to speed about those common phrases that I use.”
“Very well, Captain. I shall create a special PADD which I can carry with me and take notes whenever I am around you,” she deadpanned and before Janeway could get a word in, she added. “Of course I will need one with extended memory capacities.” The corner of her mouth twitched.
“You are getting the hang of – I mean you are getting quite good at teasing.”
“I have an excellent teacher,” Seven replied.
Grinning, Janeway lifted her cup. “I wonder who that is,” she said, before taking a sip of coffee.
Seven didn’t say anything, just looked at Janeway intensely, making her feel a little antsy.
“What is it?” Janeway asked after she felt like she’d been studied for an eternity.
“I am simply confirming that Neelix’ observation is right,” Seven said. “You do look like you are enjoying yourself.”
Lowering the cup Janeway shook her head. “No, actually I’m enjoying you and the way you make me feel.”
Janeway’s breath caught as once again there was plain pleasure in Seven’s face. Janeway’s restlessness intensified and suddenly she just wanted to get out of here, even though she wasn’t sure why. “Are you ready to go?”
Seven’s expression fell. “Did I displease you?”
“On the contrary, Seven. I only need to get out of here.”
Seven rose to her feet. “Proceed.”
Janeway got up as well and together they left the Mess Hall. Once outside, Janeway linked her arm with Seven’s. “Please believe me when I say that I’m in no way displeased with you or our evening together. I just couldn’t sit still any longer.”
Seven nodded but her expression stayed guarded as they walked and Janeway sighed softly. The silence which fell between them wasn’t one of the comfortable ones they had shared before.
“I-“
“What-“
Janeway squeezed Seven’s arm. “Go on, please.”
“As you wish,” Seven said. “I feel reluctant to end our – date, since we are both enjoying it.”
“Same here.”
Seven glanced at Janeway. “But we are approaching your private quarters.”
As a matter of fact, they were almost there.
tbc
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