Gun Brooke's Janeway/Seven Advent Calendar 2009
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Sleepless in Space
Door 7
“I think this will make sleeping in a reclined position much easier. Thank you.”
Seven’s voice hardly carried, and she cleared it, feeling self-conscious because
of her own weakness. “I…I was concerned.”
Looking relieved, Janeway returned the squeeze. “I sort of guessed. Want me to
replicate you something to eat before I return to the bridge?”
“Eh. No, thank you, Captain. I don’t require any nutrition at this point.” Seven
didn’t feel up to trying out Janeway’s infamous replicator attempts just yet.
“Really? Oh, well, perhaps later this evening. I’ll be back in a four hours.
Sleep tight.”
“Thank you,” Seven replied since Janeway clearly was waiting for some sort of
response. “I will attempt my best effort.”
“You always do.”
“Do not let me keep you, Captain.” Seven took a step toward the bed, but
suddenly the idea of laying down on Janeway’s bed felt so intimate, and almost
taboo. She stopped and looked uncertainly at the bed and then back to Janeway.
“What’s wrong? Want me to tuck you in?” Janeway stepped up to Seven and placed a
hand against the small of her back.
Seven knew her some of her nanoprobes were dormant and a small number of them
resurrected by the Doctor, and yet she could not understand why Janeway’s touch
would make her tremble.
“You must be exhausted.” Janeway misinterpreted Seven’s reaction and guided her
resolutely toward the right side of the bed. “Here. Sit. Let me help you get
these boots off. She knelt in front of Seven, inadvertently creating a ‘déjà vue’.
Suddenly Seven was back in the Delta Flyer, scared, lonely, and leaving Voyager
because of a perceived conspiracy. Janeway helped her get rid of her mind ghosts
then, and now she unbuckled Seven’s boots, pulling them off. Her hands were
firm, but gentle and warm when they rubbed against Seven’s feet. She could not
remember anyone caressing her lower extremities—ever. It felt so good, she
wished Janeway could stay and continue this connection.
“There. Up you go.” Lifting Seven’s feet, Janeway helped her to lie down and
took a blanket from a chair by the view port. She tucked it around Seven’s
trembling body. “Computer. Raise temperature two degrees Celsius.”
“Affirmative.
Temperature set to twenty-four degrees Celsius.”
Janeway leaned over the bed and placed a quick kiss on Seven’s forehead. “If you
can’t get warm, just set the temperature higher. I don’t mind.”
“Yes, Captain.” In total shock at Janeway’s tender gesture. Was it customary to
reciprocate, or should she just lie still, and perhaps thank the captain? This
sounded odd to Seven, surely you should not thank anyone for showing you
affection? As for the reciprocating part, Seven did the next best thing. Raising
her human hand, Seven cupped Janeway’s cheek and brushed her thumb across her
lips.