Gun Brooke's Janeway/Seven Advent Calendar 2009
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Sleepless in Space
Door 9
“Seven?” Worried now, Janeway opened the door to the ensuite bathroom, but it
was empty as well. Frowning, Janeway raised the illumination to forty percent.
She went out into the living room area, but it was just as empty.
“Computer, locate Seven of Nine.”
“Seven
of Nine is in the captain’s quarters.”
“What?” Janeway turned around and went back into the bedroom. Struck by an idea,
she rounded the bed. A curled up form sat on the floor in the corner. “Oh,
Seven.” Janeway sank to her knees next to her and felt her cheek. To her relief,
Seven was cool and dry, and her breathing even. “Why are you on the floor?”
Janeway murmured and cupped her chin.
Seven’s eyes fluttered open and she gazed at Janeway, looking dazed. “Captain?”
“You startled me,” Janeway said. “I couldn’t see you over here in the corner.”
“I am sorry. I was hallucinating and it was unsettling.”
“Hallucinating? Have you hailed the Doctor?” Janeway was about to tap her comm
badge, but Seven took her hand and stopped her.
“I do not think it warrants his presence. I believe they are not uncommon among
humans who sleep normally.”
“Sleep?” Janeway tried to piece together Seven’s words. “You mean you had a
nightmare?”
“Yes.” Seven shuddered, but rose from the floor. She sat down on the side of the
bed, her hands fidgeting, which was definitely not like Seven.
“Nightmares are something that comes with normal sleeping, yes.” All Janeway
could think of was to comfort Seven. She sat down next to Seven, taking both her
hands between her own. “They can be scary.”
“Somehow I knew they did not display reality, but there were parts of the
nightmares which were most unsettling.”
“Want to tell me about them? Sharing what the dreams were about sometimes helps,
you know.”
“I…I was on the Borg sphere again. You came to save me, and you were successful
in freeing me from the Borg queen. When Tom Paris beamed us back to the Delta
Flyer, you didn’t materialize next to me. Instead you remained on the Borg ship
as they opened a subspace conduit. And you were gone…” Seven pulled her hands
back, as if suddenly self-conscious about telling Janeway the content of her
nightmare.
“I’ve had that dream myself, quite a few times,” Janeway said, not wanting Seven
to feel alone.
“Of you being marooned on a Borg cube?” Seven’s eyes widened.
“No. About you being taken by the
Borg.” Janeway realized how passionately she’d spoken and managed to smile. “You
see. Even in dreams, great mind think alike.”
“So it would seem.” Seven relaxed marginally. “What time is it, Captain. I find
it very difficult to have to repeat this question over and over again, now that
my internal chronometer is offline.”
“It’s almost eight pm. If you rather have some of the mess hall food, I can page
Neelix, but I thought I’d make some dinner. If you join me and watch me when I
program the replicator, will that make you feel safe enough to try my cooking?”