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Janeway/Seven Advent Calendar Story 2007
Janeway’s Odyssey
By Gun Brooke Hello again faithful readers! There is yet another hidden surprise in today's calendar picture. Go treasure hunting for a cute picture-manipulation of a Voyager reject, of sorts! Gun
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“Never, Seven. Never.” Janeway spoke past the pain in her throat. “I have bent many Starfleet rules to come this far and finally catch up with you, but I haven’t sacrificed my principles. I haven’t entered any form of physical or emotional liaison with anyone, except in platonic friendship.” “Neither have I.” Seven’s lips seemed to work around the words, struggling to pronounce them. “Captain Chakotay and Neelix have expressed concern for my ‘aloofness’ on several occasions. I make the effort, I try to participate in the crew celebrations of different holidays and birthdays, but Neelix says that my heart is not in it. He has also informed me that my heart parted way with me when you…died.” “Trust Neelix to put it like that.” Kathryn ached to think how Seven, and many others, have mourned her, as a friend, and as a captain. And for Neelix to claim that Seven lost her heart…had he meant she’d lost her will to live? Janeway felt herself go pale, all her blood rushing to the pit of her stomach. “I’m sorry. I know I’m not to blame for what’s happened, but trust me, Seven, I am so very sorry.” She pushed the bio suit up along Seven’s arms and covered her breasts. “This was a mistake.” “A mistake,” Seven said, her voice hollow. “Yes. This. Initiating lovemaking when we have hardly any time before Chakotay beams us to Voyager.” Janeway closed her eyes. “Voyager. How I’ve missed her.” “You will be pleased. We have taken good care of Voyager.” Seven adjusted her bio suit, tugging at the sleeves. She smiled courageously, and Janeway knew she had to be just as overwhelmed. “You will find her in even better shape than before when you resume your status as her captain.” “Captain?” Janeway flinched. Panic rose in her, like bitter bile, and she put up both her hands, palms against Seven. “I’m not even sure I want to be captain anymore. Chakotay is doing a splendid job, apparently.” “But, Kathryn…” “We better beam back. I need to talk to Chakotay,” Janeway murmured, one hand on her hip, one clasping her forehead. “So much to straighten out. Too much.” She looked up at Seven, her entire being burning with love and desire for her. Seven looked even more rigid than usual, her chin jutted out, and her blue eyes radiating as if tears were merely a nano second away. “We have to continue this later.” “There doesn’t seem to be anything to continue.” Seven spoke without feeling. “Should I page Captain Chakotay?” Janeway blinked, missing a beat. “Why not?” She smoothed her coveralls down. “Go ahead.” “Seven of Nine to Captain Chakotay, beam Cap…Janeway to your ready room, and me to my quarters.” “Affirmative, Seven. Two to beam up.” “You have quarters now?” Janeway asked. “Yes. Shortly after you left, Neelix insisted that I’d be given my own quarters. Chakotay moved into yours, and since everybody seemed content where they resided, he gave his quarters to me. I spend two hours regenerating in cargo bay two every week. The rest of my leisure time, I spend in my quarters.” Seven shrugged, lowering her eyes briefly. Gazing up again, this time with opaque eyes that divulged no feelings. “I expect this arrangement will change now.” Janeway opened her mouth to answer, but was engulfed in a green ray. The last thing she was aware of before dematerializing was fear. A cold, stinging fear that she’d end up in an alien hospital again, not knowing who she was, where, or with whom she belonged. _______________________________________________________________
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