Gun Brooke's Janeway/Seven Advent Calendar 2009
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Sleepless in Space
Door 8
Janeway’s breath caught on her throat only to gush out a moment later. Seven’s
innocent touch, the feeling of her hand against Janeway’s face and her fingers
against her lips, sent tremors through her. She tried her best to cover up her
reaction.
“Do you think you’ll be comfortable like this?” Janeway asked, relieved at how
casual she managed to sound.
“I will. Our bed is quite sufficient.”
“Oh. Good.” Our bed? Janeway groaned
inwardly at the images her mind conjured up. She was used to harnessing her
libido whenever she thought of, or was talking to, Seven. It seemed impossible
now when Seven was actually touching her in a way Janeway never had thought
would ever happen. “Try to get some rest.”
“Thank you.” Seven closed her eyes with a small sigh, making Janeway realize
just how tired she was.
Back on the bridge, the senior crew were all assembled, clearly doing everything
to look busy at their respective duty stations. Even Neelix were there, handing
out something to eat from a tray.
“What’s this?” Janeway asked, taking a small roll. She nibbled it, and found it
to be quite tasty.
“A new recipe,” Neelix said, beaming. “I came upon a merchant a while back who
sold some of the indigenous spices from the Walahar system. Since we’re leaving
it for the next sector, I figured it was appropriate to try them out. And by the
way, how’s Seven doing, Captain?”
The not-so-subtle change of subject spoke volumes and so did the way the rest of
the senior staff stopped what they were doing to listen to her reply.
“Seven’s resting,” Janeway said lightly. “She’s rather tired still, but doing
better.”
“I’m delighted to hear that. Most of all, I think Seven’s happy that she’s in
your tender loving hands.” Neelix patted Janeway on her arm.
A quick peek at the others confirmed that had especially noticed the ‘tender
loving hands’ part. Chakotay seemed engrossed by his computer console, and Tom
Paris had quickly swiveled forward on his chair, consumed by punching in
commands onto the helm station.
“You have the bridge, Chakotay,” Janeway said calmly, not about to allow herself
to blush. “I’ll be in my ready room.” Walking toward it, she found herself
wishing her shift was over so she could return to her quarters. Sometimes she
dreaded going back to her solitary existence in the Captain’s Quarters, and she
would work overtime hours on end just to ward off the loneliness.
A few hours later, Janeway’s shift was almost over and she had made sure she had
read every report submitted by the different departments aboard Voyager at least
twice. She glanced at her chronometer and exited the ready room the second her
shift ended. Chakotay got up from the command chair and handed it over to Harry
Kim. Joining her in the turbo lift, Chakotay turned to her before issuing the
command to set it in motion.
“Care to join me in the mess hall for dinner?” he asked.
“Oh. Thank you for asking, but I better have something in my quarters. Seven
will need something to eat by now, and the Doctor wants me to supervise her
eating habits initially.”
“Of course. A rain check?”
“Absolutely. Computer, deck three.”
To Janeway’s surprise, her quarters were dark. Concerned that Seven was still
sleeping, she hurried toward the bedroom. She stopped in the doorway, blinking
as she tried to get her eyes to adjust to the darkness only illuminated by the
star light coming from the view ports. She still couldn’t make out the form on
the bed.
“Computer, lights on ten percent.”
The muted light came on instantly, and she stared at the bed. Seven wasn’t
there.