Gun Brooke's Janeway/Seven Advent Calendar 2009
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek Voyager and it's original characters, and I'm only borrowing them to play with a little. No dollars (or any other currency) made - and no copyright infringement intended.
Sleepless in Space
Door 5
Seven heard the voices floating around her. The Doctor, Captain Janeway, and
later Tom Paris, they all seemed concerned. After a while, Seven realized they
were worried about her. She couldn’t understand why, at first, until she
remembered her malfunctioning alcove. Or
perhaps it is my Borg implants that are causing this?
“Seven? Can you hear me?” Janeway sounded closer and slowly, Seven opened her
eyes. Her field of vision filled with auburn hair, blue-gray eyes, and the
elegant features of Voyager’s captain.
“Yes.”
“Are you in pain?”
“No.”
“The Doctor injected you with medication and something he hoped would resurrect
your nanoprobes, but so far they remain dormant. He’s going to set up an
intravenous nutrition infusion and then I’ll come back and take you home.”
“Home?” Seven tried to figure out what Janeway meant. She was home, wasn’t she.
Aboard Voyager. “Elaborate.”
“Oh, right.” Janeway’s cheeks colored faintly. “I mean, I’m taking you back to
my quarters. You need a place to rest and get used to sleeping and eating the
way your body was meant to originally.”
“Your quarters, Captain?” Seven cleared her throat. “I do not wish to impose. I
can remain in Cargo—“
“No, Seven. That’s not an option. My quarters are the largest on Voyager, and
you’ll have them to yourself some of the time.” Janeway took Seven’s human hand,
turning it over to inspect her palm. “I’d be happy to have some company, so
don’t think you’re imposing. Nothing could be further from the truth.”
“Very well. Thank you, Captain.” It was far easier to give in, which spoke more
of her fatigue than of anything else, Seven thought. The idea of staying with
Janeway, sharing her private time, made her nervous and also instilled a foreign
feeling of something that made her tremble.
“You’re welcome. I’ll be back in an hour, Seven. Try to get some sleep.”
Seven nodded and closed her eyes. The voices she had heard before engaged in
conversation at a distance, and it was oddly reassuring to hear the familiar
voices talking. Suddenly a soft hand stroked her forehead, and for a moment she
thought it was her imagination. A soft voice whispered in her ear, making her
tremble even more as Janeway’s unique scent wafted over her.
“You’ll be fine, Seven. Sweet dreams.”