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I intend no copyright infringement. Rating: G Pairing: J/7 Summary: How do Janeway and Seven react to their
daughter Deanna's first date?
”State
your intentions.”
Standing
just outside the doorway looking in, Kathryn thought had never seen
Seven as magnificent as this afternoon, standing ramrod straight in
the middle of their San Francisco living room. The sun shone in
through the panoramic windows, casting an ethereal glow over the
ex-Borg, her hands clasped behind her back as was her habit of many
years. The poor cadet at the center of her attention paled
considerably, but mimicked Seven’s stance, looking impeccable in
an obviously freshly replicated uniform.
“I
wish to ask your permission to take Deanna to the Academy Cadet
Ball, ma’am ... eh, Lt Commander Hansen.” Sweat beaded at tanned
temples and Kathryn would have felt sorry for the youngster if the
request had not concerned her just as much.
“Have
you asked Deanna?” She entered the room, making sure the young
cadet saw the pips on her collar in the light from the window.
“Sir!
Ma’am! Admiral Janeway, what an honor.” Saluting the
old-fashioned way, the cadet almost poked an eye out and Kathryn
could not help but to take pity.
“Relax,
Cadet, before you sprain something.” Thinking better of it,
Kathryn wondered if perhaps a sprained muscle was a good idea. I
might keep the eighteen-year-old from being able to attend the
annual Cadet Ball with Deanna. The ball was usually quite a
rambunctious event, with a lot of synthehol hidden in various places
for easy, yet secretive, access. The admiral was not too old to
remember her own cadet years and it did not bode well.
Glancing
over at her wife of more than twenty years, her eyes softened. With
elegant streaks of crisp white mixed with the blonde, the ex-Borg
was still beautiful and the sight of her made Kathryn’s heart ache.
Slender in parts, voluptuous in others, Seven’s body was kept
younger than her forty-seven years by the ever-present nanoprobes.
It didn’t show any signs of ever having carried their child to
full term, despite the difficult pregnancy, where the fetus was
under constant attack of rampaging nanoprobes the first trimester.
Only after the Doctor had managed to invent a serum, of sorts, had
they been able to render the microscopic machines harmless. Kathryn
knew her love for her wife had grown every day since the magical
instant when Deanna entered their lives. Seven, in turn, showed her
constantly, sometimes in ways that could make the Admiral flustered
for days, how much she adored her spouse.
A
quick glance in the gold framed mirror over the mantelpiece showed
the admiral she was indeed still a striking woman, though no where
near as attractive as her spouse, in Kathryn’s own opinion. The
auburn hair was adorned by a long white tress originating in her
hairline above her left eye, a memory of a run-in with a rogue
Romulan ship ten years ago. She kept the now quite long hair in a
firm twist; the strict style fit her rank and her job as responsible
for the Delta Quadrant Fleet.
“Yes,
ma’am,” the young cadet managed, relaxing marginally.
“Does
your father know who you intend to ask to the ball?” Kathryn
continued her interrogation.
“Of
course, Admiral. I wouldn’t be so presumptuous …”
“Jack!”
A whirlwind of auburn hair, glittering blue eyes, and a curvaceous
body, tore through the room. Deanna Hansen-Janeway threw herself
around the startled cadet’s neck, hugging her Ball date close. “I
didn’t know you were back.”
“I’m
back,” the object for her obvious affection whispered huskily.
“You’re
strangling the poor …” Kathryn sighed, watching with a twitch in
her heart how her daughter’s eyes sparkled and knew Deanna wasn’t
listening. Turning to Seven, she shrugged. “I suppose there’s no
way of denying these two.”
Seven
looked like she was going to try, but eventually shook her head. “I
suppose not. But it is important that they abide by strict protocol
for this function. It is after all our daughter’s first date.”
“An
important one,” Kathryn smiled. “However, I don’t think you
should have your hopes up for much of any protocol adherence once
the Ball is in full swing. It usually goes right out the window.”
Seven
looked like she wanted to rip their daughter out of the young cadet’s
arms. “That is not very encouraging.”
“Oh,
Mother, I can take care of myself.” Deanna finally paid them any
attention. “Jack and I are hardly strangers. We’ve known each
other since we were kids.” Her eyes shone. “Only a month ago,
who could have dreamed we’d be so in love?”
Kathryn
had to pity Jack who blushed profusely behind her free spirited
daughter. Dressed in her blue painter’s smock, with a decorative
light green smudge across her nose, Deanna didn’t look sixteen,
but the intelligent eyes keenly observed their every reaction.
“Jack,
we trust in your common sense and protectiveness,” Seven stated,
sounding serious. “You both will take care of each other, but you
are responsible for bringing Deanna home on time. Merely because
this child has no concept of time.”
“Yes,
ma’am,” the cadet hiccupped, a cautious smile finally forming on
firm lips.
“You
may address me as Seven from now on, since you are now officially
dating our daughter.”
“Certainly,
ma’-- … Seven. Thank you.” Jack shot a careful glance towards
Kathryn who had no intention of letting the cadet refer to her as
anything else but ‘Admiral Janeway’. Not yet.
There
was a knock on the half open door leading to the front yard. “Hello?
Anybody here?”
Kathryn
smiled. “Come in, Chakotay, you coward. Waiting outside for the
dust to settle, eh?”
The
good-looking former First Officer of Voyager stepped inside,
relieved to see everybody smiling. “In a manner of speaking. Is my
kid intact?”
“Jack’s
fine. They’re going to the Cadet Ball together.”
Chakotay
looked relieved. “Oh, thank the Gods. You have no idea what a
relief that is. I have heard about little else for the last month.
Well, we better move onto the second most important thing on the
list. I’ve had this list repeated to me for the every breakfast
for the last month.” He turned towards the dark-eyed,
devastatingly handsome cadet that was his daughter. “Ready to go
shopping for your Dress Uniform, Jacqueline?”
