Gun Brooke's Janeway/Seven Advent Calendar 2009
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Sleepless in Space
Door 11
Janeway looked at Seven, trying to decipher her expression. Her ice blue eyes
roamed Janeway’s body as if she was trying to figure out her own mystery.
“I’m sorry,” Janeway repeated. “I must’ve been dreaming. I’m not used to sharing
a bed with anyone. It’s been a long time.”
“I have never shared a bed with anyone. As far as I recollect.” Seven sounded
oddly wistful. “It was not unpleasant.”
“Er…I’m glad. I think. I mean, I’m relieve you weren’t repelled by it.”
“Does that mean that you liked it as well?” Seven asked, and Janeway wondered if
she realized how much her question gave away.
“It’s not for me to like or dislike,” Janeway stalled. “You’re here as my guest,
and me crowding you in bed was not part of the deal.”
“I was unaware that there was a ‘deal’.” Seven frowned. “So, are you now going
to return me to sickbay.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You are apparently displeased with the fact that you subconsciously wanted to
be close, if not to me, than someone.
I understand it if you think this arrangement will not work.”
“Wait a moment, Seven. I’m not going to ask you to return to sickbay. I want you
here, where I can keep an eye on your progress. I want you to have privacy
enough to learn to eat and sleep the human way.” Janeway scooted closer, not
caring that she was dressed in her silky, pink nightgown, which spaghetti straps
had a tendency to fall off her shoulders. “Believe me, Seven. I don’t want you
to go.”
“I am glad.” Seven’s eyes darkened. “I do not think I would have been able to
remain in sickbay or in cargo bay two, not as long as I am…like this.” She
shuddered. “I do not enjoy these conflicting emotions.”
“Tell me about them.” Pushing a few more pillows up along the headboard, Janeway
leaned against them and looked up at Seven.