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Janeway/Seven Advent Calendar Story 2007
Janeway’s Odyssey
By Gun Brooke
17
Seven held her breath, wishing that she had not spoken so openly. Now she had given Janeway an advantage, if the other woman interpreted her words correctly, and that was unnerving. “You think I’ve spent the last four years pining for your body?” Janeway exclaimed and raised her voice. “As lovely as it is, I can’t believe you’d think that of me.” “You have never given me reason to think otherwise.” Seven felt her human hand cling to the Borg implant on her left. “I thought the friendship we shared, together with physical attraction would suggest something else than a mere desire to—“ “Stop this.” Seven spoke quietly now, afraid that if she allowed her emotions to show in her voice, she would yell at the top of her lungs. “We cannot change what happened. We cannot change who we were and what we said back then.” She took a deep breath. “But we can control our actions from now on.” “What do I have to do, to convince you?” Janeway asked. She stepped closer and held Seven by her shoulders. “Tell me, Seven. Please.” “I cannot.” “You have to. Soon we have to join the rest of the crew on Voyager and we won’t have a private moment for quite a while. I have many decisions to make in the upcoming days. I see this chance to talk with you before I face anyone else, my most important one. If I fail this…well, all else hangs in the balance.” Janeway shook her head slowly. “Please.” “I—“ Seven broke off. Janeway watched her with four years of pain, and Seven felt that agony reflected within herself. “I am uncertain how to proceed.” “If my actions four years ago suggested that I regarded you as either just another crewmember, or as someone I was merely physically attracted to—that is not true. None of it.” Janeway spoke softly and placed both her hands on Seven’s hips. She didn’t pull them closer together, but Seven’s heart and respiration reacted as if she had. “You always made me feel special,” Seven said. “I never knew why.” “I dreamed of you,” Janeway said hoarsely. “Every night when I closed my eyes, you were there with me, in my thoughts…in my heart.” Seven gasped. She had never known, never dared to hope. “Your heart?” she whispered. _______________________________________________________________
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