J/7
- NC-17 (eventually) - same gender love...if illegal
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Janeway, Seven, Voyager, they're all properties of
Paramount Pictures. I'm just having a little fun.
by
Gun Brooke
“Why?”
“I was afraid you
wouldn't come if you knew it would only be the two
of us.”
“Then it appears
that I am not the only one making assumptions. I
may have had to consider the invitation longer, but
I believe I would still have accepted your
invitation.”
Relief, or was it
nerves finally settling, coursed through Janeway.
“So, you've come to terms with our…disagreement?”
“If you are
referring to our inability to speak to one another
over the past 14 days, 2 hours and three minutes as
"coming to terms", then my response is, no."
The nerves back in
full swing dried Janeway's mouth out and propelled her
heart into even faster rhythm, making her almost
stutter. “Really?”
“Yes. I have found
it highly unsatisfactory.”
Was there a tremor
in Seven’s cool alto voice? Janeway was not sure.
“So have I,” she confessed, somehow realising that
anything but candour right now, would repel Seven
beyond repair. “That’s was my motivation for the
invitation. We need to talk, and we need to settle
what’s gone wrong between us.” She held up a
forestalling hand when Seven opened her mouth to
speak. “Wait. Listen to me. I know I’m to blame for most
of this…mess.”
“I do not agree.”
Janeway was about
to object, when the desolate tone behind Seven's words
hit. “What do you mean?”
“You are not
solely responsible for this…” Seven made a face.
“…mess.”
“I was the
aggressor.”
“And I was the
coward.” Hurt and dismay was now obvious in Seven’s
demeanour. “I despise my own reaction.”
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