Entering Cargo Bay Two, Janeway felt extreme
trepidation. She rubbed her hands together in a futile effort to comfort
her nerves as she walked up to Seven's alcove.
She stood there for a few minutes to gaze at the
young woman. She noted the differences between when Seven regenerated
and when she had fallen asleep next to Janeway.
When she slept, the features of her face softened,
appearing relaxed, peaceful and free, like that of an angel. It was
amazing that Kathryn could recall the image of Seven in such detail now
and feel for the woman in that moment what she could not have felt at
the time it occurred. A very odd sensation to take something so precious
for granted. Janeway would most likely never get to see that again.
She briefly wondered if anyone else on the ship
could see the inner beauty of Seven of Nine. It clearly outshined the
exterior beauty. Most everyone on the ship saw the beauty on the
outside, but so few knew how lovely she was on the inside. Most only saw
her as a cold emotionless drone. Many of her crew even had impolite
nicknames for Seven that Janeway had overheard through the grapevine.
The truth was that Seven was no ice queen. She was no ice princess. She
was indescribably passionate and loving in Janeway's experience. Much
more so than Janeway had deserved. Stubborn as the woman could be, she
was loyal, dedicated, honest, hardworking, compassionate and quite
forgiving even in the harshest of circumstances.
Janeway hoped the latter was true as she keyed the
re-activation sequence and halted the regeneration cycle.
"WARNING! REGENERATION CYCLE
Janeway stepped back and stood rigidly with her
hands at her sides as Seven's eyes opened.
The young woman stepped out of her alcove and came
to stand before her Captain. "Do you require my assistance
Captain?" She asked stoically.
"I'm not here in a professional capacity
Seven. I'm here as your friend… I felt it was time… to tell you that
I am truly sorry for happened. For what I have done."
Janeway couldn't meet the crystal clear blue gaze
for fear they would see through her and into her soul. Seven's eyes
shifted around as well, uncertain what to say in response. She knew it
was not the Captain's fault, that such a heartfelt apology was
unnecessary, but the sincerity behind the words touched Seven's heart.
"It was not your fault, the Doctor
"That doesn't change what happened."
Janeway interrupted. "If I could go back and take away what I did
to you and make things right I would, but I can't. The last thing in the
world I wanted to do was hurt you," Janeway shook her head,
"but that's exactly what I did. As your commanding officer and your
friend, that is unacceptable to me. I want you to know that I do love
you Seven. I consider you a close friend and I don't ever want that to
change. I hope we can get past this… " her voice dropped to a
lower register. "I hope you can forgive me."
Seven felt relieved that the Captain cared for her
as an officer and a friend. I am her friend. She loves me as a
friend would. Seven wanted more, but would settle for friendship
over nothing. She was grateful the Captain was willing to try.
"Captain," Seven replied. "I forgive you… but the fault
was not yours."
"I know." Janeway said tersely, not
believing it completely. "I'm just here to tell you how sorry I
"Thank you Captain. I am… sorry as
well." Seven agreed, hoping Janeway was done apologizing. "Is
there anything else?"
"No, not at this time." Janeway went to
move her hand to Seven's shoulder in a gesture of comfort as she had
done countless times before. It was an unconscious act, but this time,
Seven felt fear and backed up sharply, subsequently shocking Janeway who
pulled her hand back as if bitten.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry Seven. I forgot…"
Janeway backed up like she committed a terrible sin. "I'd better go…"
Janeway quickly went for the Cargo bay doors when Seven called out.
Janeway froze inches from the door activation
"It was an involuntary reaction, Captain. I
became afraid. It… will take time to adjust. I…" She paused.
"I apologize. I did not mean it."
Seven was truly apologetic that she reacted that
way. She had not meant to, but she had remnants of fear that she would
hurt the Captain again and she couldn't stand the thought of that.
Janeway had hurt Seven over and over using her all
those nights for sex, but never really making love to her properly,
never once telling her she loved her.
How could I have turned into that person?! I never
deserved Seven's love in the first place. I don't know how she could
have felt anything for me with the way I treated her. It's a good thing
she's over that now, even if it is difficult for me.
Janeway turned her head to the side so she could
glimpse Seven's fearful countenance. She nodded her understanding before
The next day, Voyager and the Kreytor exited
Visaati space and Captain Kree requested an audience with Captain
Janeway to say his farewells.
The Captain was on the Bridge at the time of the
hail and she retired to her Ready Room just as he beamed directly there
via her permission.
She had just walked in when he materialized in
front of her work desk.
"That's amazing how you can do that even with
the shields up." She commented.
"Yes it is, but it does come with
"Most advanced technology does… in some
regard." Janeway agreed as she moved to his side. "Would you
care for something to drink?"
"No, I should be heading back." He
answered regretfully. "I'm overdue as it is on handing in my
report, regarding the Visaati attacks."
"I didn't mean to cause any
"Oh, I assure you it was no inconvenience.
Rather the opposite. Once I explained that a member of your crew had the
likeness to the legendary Stroyka, they were more than willing to escort
you all the way to the Alpha Quadrant." He joked.
"It was difficult to keep them from boarding
your vessel. Everyone wanted to see her, but I told them I would ask for
a picture. Luckily that settled them down or I could have had a mutiny
on my hands." He gave a jovial laugh.
"It's not ever day you meet a living
legend." She had heard of the 'Stroyka' tale. It didn't take
long for stories to pass around Voyager being such a small ship.
"True, but I have gotten to know your Seven
of Nine and she is quite a remarkable individual. Unique unto
Janeway looked away from Kree for a moment in
contemplation. "Seven has a good heart. She's done very well
considering what's she's been through." Janeway remarked tightly.
"Yes, she is an excellent example of your
races' adaptability and perseverance. Her ability to love and forgive
unconditionally is very unusual for any species, but I believe she gets
that from you. I wish I had her as a close friend such as
yourself." He said, testing her response.
Janeway swallowed nervously after he had finished.
She gazed into his eyes, his smile was disarming and honest.
"Yes, I am… lucky." Janeway managed to
"She is quite fond of you."
"I'm sure she is." She remarked, not
quite sure what Seven felt for her at this point.
"I hope you don't mind my asking Captain, as
you are her closest friend, but I was wondering if perhaps you could
talk to her."
"Talk to her… about what?" Janeway
"Since spending time with her, I have noticed
a change in her behavior this past week. She seems detached and
distracted, not at all like when I first met her. I do not know why
there is a cloud over her head, but I thought you wouldn't mind talking
to her since you are her friend, yes?" He raised an eyebrow
innocently knowing she wouldn't refuse his request.
Janeway's breath caught for a moment as her heart
fluttered with the possibility of being the source of Seven's pain.
"Thank you for bringing that to my attention." Janeway
answered in a slightly deeper voice, noticeable by the other Captain.
"I'll see what I can do."
"Thank you Captain, I hate seeing anyone in
such discomfort. I am sure you will be able to help her."
She was momentarily speechless, as she considered
her own guilt from the incident. It's just going to take time to
heal, she reminded herself. For both of
"Well Captain, I should be on my way. It was
an honor visiting with you. You have a fine crew Captain and you are a
fine representative of your species. I wish you well on your journey
home." He gently clasped her hand and pressed it to his chest,
"Good Journey." He said then released it.
"Thank you," She said blushing somewhat.
It was a nice farewell custom and she wondered why more alien species
couldn't be as kind and compassionate as the Zyotans. She was deeply
touched by it. "Good Journey to you, Captain Kree."
He smiled widely, bowed, pressed a button and
vanished in a swirl of sparkles, which sent him back to his ship.
Janeway sat down at her desk and mulled over
Captain Kree's last request.
Commander Chakotay strolled into Engineering and
spotted the half-Klingon, Lt. B'Elanna Torres barking out orders in her
usual gung-ho style.
She sighed heavily, turning around. "Chakotay."
"Bad day?" he glanced at the Warp core.
It looked healthy enough.
"Not really," She replied leaning on the
nearby console. "I'm just a little behind on some routine
maintenance procedures and Tom wanted to have a special romantic dinner
tonight on the holodeck."
Chakotay made a face. "Ouch!" he teased.
She smiled, "He'll understand. Harry will be
ecstatic that he doesn't have to baby-sit Miral."
"I'll bet," Chakotay joshed.
"So," Torres folded her arms. "Is
this an inspection or are you just visiting?" She asked humorously.
"Actually, I wanted your opinion on
"Have you noticed any odd behavior from Seven
of Nine lately?"
"Seven?" B'Elanna didn't expect that
question. "Well she has been a bit subdued lately."
"Has she said anything to you?"
B'Elanna shook her head, "No, but she has
changed now that I think about it… " Torres frowned. "She
hasn't been confrontational or arrogant for over a month now, I
"Don't you find that a little… odd?"
"Yes, I do." B'Elanna squinted her eyes.
"You know why, don't you?"
"Not really, but I have a hunch."
"You're not going to tell me the inside
gossip?" She inquired lightly.
"Let's just say, I've noticed the same
behavior in the Captain, but it's not as obvious. I mean she is the
Captain. She can stay in her Quarters or the Ready room for the whole
trip back to Earth if she wants, but it's not--"
He agreed silently.
"She's done that before," Torres stated.
"It might not be that odd for her, but a non-confrontational Seven
of Nine? How do you explain that?"
The Kreytor flew quietly along inside a slipstream
conduit as the vessel headed towards their home planet. Captain Kree had
a long overdue report to deliver to his superiors and an exciting tale
of a blonde woman, who resembled the famous 'Stroyka'. He looked forward
to telling his relatives that story.
Kree was contemplating the 'humans' he just
met and their differences, when his operations officer interrupted his
"Captain Kree!" came the nervous voice
from behind his command chair.
"I am detecting three Visaati vessels on an
intercept course with Voyager!"
"What!?" He bellowed. "I thought we
detected no vessels in that area before we left?"
"We didn't sir."
"And your picking it up now?!"
"I'm sorry sir, it's possible they were out
or range until recently."
Kree thought about that for a moment. "It's
also possible they purposely waited for us to depart before engaging
Voyager. They wouldn't stand a chance."
Kree became fearful of his carelessness.
"Send out a distress call to all Zyotan ships
in the area! Tell them of the situation! How long do we have before the
Visaati converge on Voyager's position?"
"Not long sir… I would say a few minutes at
"Navigator! Full stop, turn the ship around
and re-initiate the quantum drive. Give me maximum thrust, ASAP!"
Captain Kree fidgeted with his hands and grimaced deeply. The lines of
his face were hard. Hold on Captain Janeway, He pleaded.
"Astrometrics to the Bridge."
"Bridge here." Janeway answered. She
normally would have been happy to hear Seven's voice, but at this moment
it had a nervous edge to it. "Is something wrong?"
"Long range sensors are detecting four ships
heading in our direction. I'm sending you the coordinates now."
"Ensign Kim?" Janeway inquired.
He frowned studying his console readings before
Janeway stood up quickly. "Seven, can you
tell who they are?"
"No, not from sensor data, but I can estimate
that it is either the Zyotans or the Visaati from how quickly the
distance is being traversed."
"What's their ETA?"
"Around four to five minutes."
"Transmit those coordinates to the Bridge and
Seven…" she paused. "If we end up in a fight. I want you to
go to Engineering immediately to assist B'Elanna with any warp core
fluctuations. We might have a battle on our hands."
responded before closing the channel.
"Shields up, Red alert." Janeway
ordered. She was taking no chances today. "Tom, alter course to
these coordinates; 122.5 Mark 421 and go to warp 9.9."
"Ma'am?" he questioned.
"Do it Tom. Call it a hunch, but we need to
buy as much time as possible."
"Yes, ma'am. Maximum warp engaged."
Four minutes passed too quickly as Janeway paced
"Three ships are coming out of… a subspace
corridor of somekind. They're right behind us and gaining." Harry
"Their weapons are charging." Tuvok
"Tom drop down to Warp 8. Prepare for--"
"They're hailing us Captain." Ensign Kim
"We are the Vissssaati." Came the
creepy, slithery voice. The Visaati, Janeway noticed were as ugly as the
Zyotans were pretty. They had blue scaly skin with reptilian features.
Tall thin snake like bodies yet they were bipedal and humanoid looking
with scales. She noted the black snake like eyes. What looked like slits
passed for a nose and below that was a thin wispy mouth. "We
require you to sssurender."
Janeway frowned when it spoke. A forked tongue
slithered out. Janeway was normally very tolerant of the differences in
species, but she knew right away the Visaati were not benign.
"You have no jurisdiction here. We are no
longer in Visaati space." Janeway was stalling for time.
"Yessss, we know. You are in Corssssati
ssspacce, but they cannot help you… Just like the Zyotansss cannot.
Ssssurrender… We let you live or be desssstroyed."
"I can't allow that." She stated firmly.
The Visaati leader hissed and cut the channel.
"They're firing!" Ensign Kim yelled.
"Evasive maneuvers Tom."
The next second the ship rocked hard to the
starboard side as a transphasic torpedo ripped a hole through the port
nacelle. Captain Janeway got thrown to the Bridge floor, stunned.
"We coming out of warp!" Lt. Paris
shouted over the grinding of the hull stress.
The Captain was pinned to the Bridge floor unable
to move due to the gravitational stresses of being blasted out of the
warp field bubble. "Fire at will!" She somehow commanded over
Even after Voyager had dropped out of warp, the
Visaati had elected to stay aft of Voyager, shadowing their every move.
Tom evaded the weapons fire as best he could, but despite his superior
piloting skills, it only worked for a short while.
Another blast knocked Tuvok over his tactical
station as Ensign Kim barely managed to hang on to his. Managing to stay
on his feet, Harry fired per Janeway's command after the ship stopped
"Report!" Janeway shouted finally able
to get to her feet.
Tuvok stumbled to his station. "Transporter
systems have been damaged. Multiple hull breaches on decks 10 and 11.
Engineering has sustained heavy casualties." A console panel
exploded at the Engineering station to the right of the Bridge sending
sparks into the air. Luckily the station was unmanned at the time.
"Have we inflicted any damage upon
Tuvok looked at her grimly. "Our shields and
weapons have been… ineffectual."
"Options?" She asked tenaciously. Harry
shook his head in disbelief. They were simply technologically outclassed
"We have no options… unless you consider
surrendering." Tuvok stated impassively.
"Surrender is not an option, Lt.
Commander." She refused to give in to these monsters who attacked
without mercy or provocation.
"It is an option nevertheless… but I knew
you would not consider it." Tuvok responded.
She managed a small twitch of her lip in his
"They're firing again!" Harry exclaimed
knowing Voyager's lucky streak could be up with this malevolent species.
"Time to impact!?"
"Five seconds!" Harry shouted.
The Captain managed to get back into her command
chair quickly, despite a pain in her right knee and a small cut on her
forehead just above her left eye. "Computer, initiate
self-destruct, thirty second countdown! Authorization, Janeway Pie
one-one-zero." She would not go down without taking some of them
with her, if she could. She knew even after the ship lost life support
that the self-destruct system would still work as long as Voyager's
primary or secondary sub processors weren't obliterated. She was banking
that Voyager could survive another half minute.
Janeway didn't mind dying in the line of duty. It
was a fate many cadets entering Starfleet had to expect at some point.
Only a few were lucky enough to survive an entire career in Starfleet
and live to see retirement. She momentarily wished she could have gotten
her crew home before she met her maker.
"Two…. One…" Harry spoke unevenly,
perspiration beading up on his brow.
"Brace for impact!" Janeway bellowed out
as the torpedo came at them. She watched it on the viewscreen coming
closer, the only regret that flashed through her mind at the moment was
not having a second chance with Seven of Nine.
She tightened her grip on her chair expecting the
impact when it simply fizzled out less than a mere kilometer from
Seconds later, heavy weapons fire came from an
unknown section of space in front of them on a trajectory for the
Visaati vessels that were tailing Voyager from behind.
Janeway dared to stand up despite a limp in her
gait as she headed for the railing before the helm. The viewscreen was
showing the aft area of space where the Visaati were following. Janeway
stared at the screen in awe as bolts of white light struck the leading
enemy vessel one after another. The vessel's shields were being
plummeted with a barrage of laser attacks as well.
"Computer… De-activate self-destruct
sequence, Janeway Pie one-one-zero."
She turned to her security chief. "Tuvok,
triangulate where that is coming from?"
He checked his console. "I have extrapolated
the coordinates, but I get no readings at all to suggest a vessel is
"Another cloaked ship?" Harry asked.
"Maybe it's a Zyotan vessel." Tom stated
hopeful. "It's certainly not Visaati."
"In light of the situation, we should err on
the side of caution and target that area of space."
"No, Tuvok," Janeway stared at the
viewscreen with a ponderous gaze. "Hold your fire."
"Call it a hunch Tuvok."
"Indeed," was all he said knowing her
propensity to be accurate despite the human fallacy.
"Sir, shields are down on the lead vessel and
we've knocked out their weapons array!" An alien at the operations
terminal announced loudly.
"Target the second and third vessels.
Alternate our attack between the two. Keep their attention off
Voyager!" Captain Kree shouted.
"They're firing in our direction."
"Initiate the lambda maneuver and hail the
The visual of the reptilian commander appeared on
his front viewscreen.
"I have five more vessel on the way in less
than two minutes! You don't stand a chance against us… Visaati. Take
what little honor you have and go home before I blast your ship into the
"You will pay for this zzzZyotan!" It
said before the view fizzled out.
Moments later, the two healthy Visaati vessels
stopped firing blindly and took off disappearing into a subspace
corridor. About a minute later, the injured Visaati vessel crept away
managing to go into high warp.
Sighing in relief, Captain Kree was pleased that
went as well as it did. He was grateful his people had cloaking
technology and the Visaati hadn't… yet. He just hoped he got here in
time before Voyager took casualties, but from the looks of it, he had
not. He saw the badly damaged warp nacelle. It was leaking large amounts
of plasma into space.
"De-cloak, Hail Voyager as soon as we're
visible. Prepare a medical team, quickly." He ordered.
Kree grabbed a personal force field and
transporter device anticipating his request being accepted even before
he had a chance to ask.
"Captain," the tactician said. "I'm
detecting an unusual energy build up."
"What?! Hail them again!"
"Report!" Captain Janeway stated
mystified as the two Visaati vessels disappeared.
"Apparently all three Visaati ships have left
the area." Ensign Kim relayed the obvious information but he was
just as confused as to why.
"Damage?" She turned to look at Tuvok,
concern on her face.
"We suffered heavy damage to the port nacelle
and we are venting plasma at a high rate. Force fields are in place on
decks 10 and 11."
"Get a repair crew on it." Janeway
"Engineering to the Bridge!" The
voice sounded frantic.
"Janeway here. B'Elanna, what's wrong!?"
"The Warp core is unstable!" B'Elanna
shouted over the noise of hissing and bustling activity. "The
integrity field is failing and the controls are offline. We're going to
have to eject the core manually. We have less than a minute, no time to
talk! Seven I need--"
The channel fizzled abruptly, only static was
She looked to Harry, her eyes questioning.
"We've lost communications with Engineering." He tapped more
keys. "I can't re-establish."
Janeway grimaced. "Tuvok, I'll be in Engin--"
"Captain," he interrupted firmly. She
stopped in her tracks as she ascended the steps in front of the tactical
station. "There isn't enough time." He said delicately for a
Vulcan. "Commander Chakotay, Lt. Torres and Seven of Nine are
currently in Engineering," he continued. "They are our best
hope. My readings indicate they have less than twenty seconds to succeed
"No…" Janeway was livid at the hand
she was dealt. They had survived the initial encounter just to lose
their ship due to the damage in the aftermath.
"There's a ship de-cloaking off our port
bow." Kim announced surprised. "It's the Kreytor! They're
hailing us." Ensign Kim opened a channel and a tense looking
Captain Kree looked worriedly on.
The Captain forgot about their invisible
benefactor. Her hunch was right, but she had no time to savor the
"Captain Kree! Our warp core is about to
explode! You must get your ship to a safe distance immediately!"
"Ten seconds to integrity field
collapse." Tuvok stated.
"We are aware of it. Let us assist you. I
have men standing by!"
"There's no time!" She shouted
adamantly. "Get your ship out of here!"
"Our shields can withstand it, if necessary.
Let us evacuate--
"No," she said apologetically. It was
too late. She couldn't allow him to risk his crew at this point. "I
can't allow it."
"We have technology to--"
"Under no circumstance are you to beam aboard
this vessel!" She shouted sharply as a deterrent.
"Five seconds…" Tuvok stated.
"Please…" He pleaded standing up
before his viewscreen, intense sadness etched on his face.
If only we could meet more species like the
Zyotans, Janeway mused. "It
was an honor meeting you Captain Kree." She stated calmly.
Kree held out for as long as he could and with a
pained face he waved his hand signaling to his men. "Shields
Janeway closed her eyes waiting for the
inevitable. A few seconds later, she opened them, staring into a very
pale faced visual of Captain Kree.
"What happened?" Janeway asked in a calm
voice, amazed they were still there.
"Unknown, my readings have not indicated that
the core has been safely ejected." The Vulcan offered.
"Scan Voyager," She heard Kree order. He
smiled seconds later. "Your warp core has been successfully ejected
Ensign Kim put it onscreen without being told to
do so and sure enough, there it was floating a few thousand kilometers
ventral of Voyager's position.
"I will send a team to retrieve it for you if
you wish and return it to you later, but for now we must assist you with
Janeway sighed heavily. "Yes, that would be
Seconds later eleven Zyotans and Captain Kree were
on the Bridge, some with medical equipment and others with repair tools.
She turned to Tuvok and told him she would be in
Engineering because she wanted to survey the damage in person while he
lead the repair teams. Janeway then divided up Kree's men. Half would go
with Tuvok and the other half Ensign Kim would lead to sickbay, while
Janeway and Kree headed for Engineering.
Before heading into the turbolift first, Kree put
his hand on Janeway's shoulder. "Captain, I can get us there
She nodded assent, he gave permission to his men
to do the same and the two Captain's re-materialized in the hallway
outside of main Engineering.
The Captain looked around noticing how many
injured crewmembers were lying about in the corridor before she saw a
dazed B'Elanna sitting on the floor sporting plasma burns on her hands.
"B'Elanna?" The Captain called to her,
touching the half-Klingon on the shoulders to see if she was all right.
She looked up, frustrated. "Transporters are
offline, I can't get the injured to sickbay! Nor can I open the doors to
Engineering. It's fill with gas and… I couldn't communicate with
Captain Kree was listening intently to their
conversation. He quietly tapped into his communications device and two
of his men appeared with medical kits.
"Why didn't you vent the gas into
space?" Janeway asked.
She looked at her Captain gravely. "There's
someone still in there!"
Janeway's eyes widened. "Who?!" She
Horrified, Janeway's face turned bone white from
shock and despair. "We have to get in there!"
"We can't open the doors with the plasma gas
in there and the only way to vent the gas is to open Engineering to the
elements of space." Torres replied dejectedly.
"There must be a way?!" Janeway refused
to accept this situation.
Kree looked intensely at the door. "I will
take care of this." He stated astutely not asking permission. His
body vanished the next instant.
Janeway went up to the control panel outside
Engineering and keyed in some commands. It told her two lifesigns were
inside amidst the swirling deadly plasma gas. One life sign was strong
but the other barely registered.
The next instant Kree appeared next to Janeway
carrying a scarred and limp Seven of Nine. Janeway's breath caught in
her throat and her heart lurched in her chest at the site. In multiple
places, the biosuit was disintegrated right through to the tender flesh
underneath leaving the skin badly burned. Her hair was singed and the
left side of the young woman's face was full of welts and boils.
Kree had a personal force field around his body,
which dissolved after he appeared, but there was an odd force field
around Seven, glowing where Kree came into contact with it.
"Captain, our medical facilities our superior
to yours, however, I will need your EMH. We are not familiar with
Seven's technological systems. If you have more crewmembers with serious
injures I would be more than happy to transport them to my vessel, but
time is not on our side for her. She's fading fast. I have put her in a
stasis field temporarily to slow the rate of death, but she… is
Captain Kree noted the emotional pain behind the
slate grey eyes. "I'm coming with you." She said with no
Janeway had a massive headache as she watched the
Zyotan Doctor, an alien named Colgoth and the EMH argue furiously over
what method to use to save Seven of Nine's life. They were discussing
possible strategies for what seemed like hours, but it had only been a
The stress of the day along with Seven's possible
death made Janeway feel numb and lost. She was watching haphazardly from
outside the glassed in medical bay.
It was a state of the art facility as far as
Janeway was concerned. The surgical room was three times the size of
their sickbay and had twenty beds lined up against the far wall which
were now filled with mostly Starfleet officers. There were two other
serious injuries, besides Seven's but they were not life threatening and
expected to recover.
There was also a trauma room with a specialized
bed and equipment, which is where Seven was now currently in stasis.
Janeway waited outside the trauma center in the waiting area. The only
reason she agreed to do so was because there was a tempered glass window
between her and the room Seven was in, so she had a clear view of the
young woman at all times.
The waiting room also allowed visitors to come by
and wait while watching exactly what was happening. Janeway looked up
now and then through the glass, but she was having difficulty
maintaining her command mask when she gazed upon Seven's frail features.
Captain Kree walked up behind her and carefully
put his hand on her tense shoulder. "Are you all right,
"No," came the response, low, barely
"I am truly sorry I did not get here
"Don't be. You are not obligated to protect
us in any way." She looked down at her hands and rubbed them
together, not really considering the action.
"I… know, but you and the…" He
paused. "…you, Seven and your crew… are our friends. Would you
do any less?"
She managed a small curl of her lower lip in
acknowledgement and knew not to argue with him over it. She really
didn't have the strength to. It was all moot at this point. She even
realized that she should be more grateful that her crew were alive and
her ship intact… and on the surface she was happy for them even as she
despaired over her personal loss. It was such an empty victory for her.
Looking through the glass, Janeway watched Seven's
still form hoping against this mortality that threatened to take her
former lover from her. Earlier she had watched the two doctors remove
the charred and corroded biosuit. The young woman now lay naked under a
sterile gauze sheet, her head on its side, peaceful looking, even with
the newly grafted pink skin covering the left side of her face.
Janeway truly appreciated the Zyotans for their
medical advances. The surface wounds were healed earlier through the
stasis field along with her burned skin. They had already grafted
replacement skin on the healed wounds leaving pink, but healthy skin
patches all along her body. There was a nasty stomach wound, which
revealed some of Seven's damaged internal organs that forced the Captain
to look away when they operated on it. She felt the bile in her stomach
churn at the sight and she had turned her face away as she fought for
control. It must have been many minutes later before she heard her name
Captain Janeway glanced up at hearing a familiar
raised voice to see the Doctor staring at her intently.
"Captain!" He spoke through the intercom system. "I need
Icheb over here right away!"
After a few moments of being lost in thought, she
nodded and hailed Voyager. Icheb was transported over in less than a
minute and rushed into the medical bay by Dr. Colgoth's assistants. He
looked stricken when he saw Seven lying on a biobed and after a quick
explanation by the Doctor, he agreed to donate a large portion of his
functioning nanoprobes despite how weak such a procedure would leave him
Janeway smiled at the young teenager. He had saved
Seven's life before when her cortical node was failing and she needed a
new active one to survive. Even Janeway's efforts to take a cortical
node from a dead drone proved to be useless. Icheb's node worked though
and Janeway was proud and happy to have him onboard Voyager as part of
The Doctor came outside of the glassed in area and
talked briefly with Captain Janeway about the possible options he and
Dr. Colgoth had. She gave him complete authority to do whatever he felt
would give Seven the best chance for survival. The Doctor then strongly
suggested she get some rest, which due to her physical and emotional
exhaustion, she agreed to, only if he agreed to contact her if Seven's
condition changed for better or for worse.
"Can I have a moment alone with her
"Of course." He replied gently.
The Doctor informed Colgoth and his assistants
went to check on the other patients while Janeway visited Seven with
Janeway gently picked up her human hand cradling
it in her own, noticing how tender some of the pink flesh was. For how
physically strong Seven was she seemed so frail here at this moment, so
vulnerable and Janeway had the sudden urge to hug the frail woman and
protect her from the universe. Janeway knew she didn't have that kind of
power and it saddened her deeply. Janeway couldn't protect her from
this. A wave of helplessness swept through her. A feeling she did not
She stroked the hand and said a few prayer words.
Something she did not do often as she was a woman of science. However,
she wasn't so naïve to dispel the idea that there could be a higher
deity or plane of existence beyond that could have an influence on their
small infinitesimal lives. She prayed for that miracle now. She kissed
Seven lightly on the lips and whispered something in her ear before
gently putting the hand back down and exiting the medical bay.
The Doctor watched all this from across the room
with concern on his face for his Captain's well being. She rarely showed
that kind of affection and certainly not in front of her crew. There
were over fifteen Voyager crewmembers being treated and yet the Doctor
figured that nobody probably noticed. Most of them were either being
treated or were lying down on a biobed unconscious. The Doctor knew in
his holographic heart that the Captain was in just as in love with Seven
as he was, even if she would not admit it. The Doctor had long since
acknowledged he would never have a chance with the blonde, but the
Captain certainly did. He knew Seven's feelings for her having witnessed
"I see," the Doctor was not pleased
after Colgoth finished explaining an experimental procedure that he had
been working on with limited success. They discussed more procedures
even the re-animation sequence, which the Doctor insisted wouldn't work
in this case because she wasn't strong enough and didn't have enough
nanoprobes. They debated these two procedures for many more minutes
before they came to a tentative agreement on what to attempt.
"It is highly experimental, but it could
work." Colgoth tried to sound confident.
"Could?!" The Doctor spat. "I don't
consider an 8% survival rate very good odds!"
"What do you think my world will think of me,
if I don't find a way to save her." He looked adamantly into the
Doctor's eyes. "Do you know what she symbolizes. It doesn't matter
that she is not the one. All that will matter to my people is that I…
I will have lost her." Dr. Colgoth stated as he went over to
Seven's monitors and checked the bio readings.
The Doctor grimaced, he had heard about that tale.
It was big gossip among the crew.
"I mean no disrespect to your beliefs,
Doctor, but Seven is not just a legend to me, she is a close friend of
mine… alive and real and I don't want to lose her!" He said with
an exasperated tone. "I apologize if that seems
inconsiderate." He added calmer.
"I understand, Doctor and I am here to help
in any way I can, but we have to face the facts. The odds are not good
no matter what we try…. So… Are we ready to begin?" Dr.
Colgoth's mood was somber.
Colgoth pressed a small round device to Seven's
neck. He lifted the sheet and put one on her stomach. He also attached
one high on the forearm above the mesh implant, on the back of the human
hand and to both feet. "This small device has a similar function
like one of your hyposprays, except this injects the proper dosage to
the correct area at the precise interval selected." He explained.
"De-activating stasis field." Colgoth
said. "Heart rate and blood pressure are constant if not optimal.
Inject the probes."
"Injecting nanoprobes in two percent
bursts." The Doctor's face became serious with the task at hand.
"Engaging life support to take over
respiratory functions." Colgoth stated.
"Her heart is very weak." The Doctor
"Agreed, I am going to put her heart in a
suspended stasis field now."
Colgoth eyed him, knowing how difficult this was.
"If I don't she has a few minutes at best. This will allow the
nanoprobes to repair her body while she is alive. This allows her heart
to simply beat in a suspended mode without strain only having to support
itself, while life support circulates her blood and the nanoprobes."
"What about when we undo the heart stasis
field?" The EMH asked carefully.
"As I explained earlier that is when the risk
is the greatest. Time is crucial, but there is no exact time frame to
base our decision on when to release it."
"You don't know?!" The EMH rejoined
"How could I? The heart is the most complex
and fragile muscle of the body. Can you measure what her heart is
capable of handling, Doctor? Could it handle coming out of stasis to a
fully functioning body? It would rupture under those circumstances not
having an adequate chance to heal properly. Or do we choose to undo the
field once the probes have partially completed their repairs,
risking cardiac arrest in the hopes her weakened heart will adapt as
the nanoprobes repair it."
The Doctor put his hand to his head and rubbed
frantically as he continued to read Seven's life signs.
"Injecting cardio-europhine." Colgoth
announced upon hearing no more complaints. "Watch the EKG readings
"The EKG readings are high." The EMH
Dr. Colgoth frowned as he checked the EMH's
screen. When he looked into the Doctor's eyes, the EMH knew something
"What!? What is it?" The EMH inquired
nervously, in a state of quiet panic.
"The EKG readings are too high. I can't keep
her heart in suspended stasis for more than an hour."
"But that's not enough time for the
nanoprobes to repair the damage!"
"I know," he offered with regret.
"We must keep her suspended for longer!"
Colgoth grabbed the EMH's arm. "No," The
EMH made a harsh face and was about to protest when Colgoth continued.
"I have done this experiment a hundred times. I know what to expect
and I know what will happen if the EKG reading gets too high…"
His eyes told the story. "Her heart will explode, killing her
The Doctor stared at Colgoth aghast, but he had to
yield to the other Doctor's experience in this matter. He walked away to
be alone for awhile so he could think. He paced sickbay back and forth,
chewed on his fingernails, with his brow furrowed and finally after
thirty minutes, he had an idea.
He informed Dr. Colgoth that he wanted to use the
re-animation sequence to make the nanoprobes work faster. The alien
Doctor was skeptical, but he had no other ideas to offer. Since it was
the Doctor's decision and this was his area of expertise, Colgoth
Colgoth injected another thirty percent, which
left Icheb sound asleep on a biobed in recovery. This brought the
functioning count upto 60% of Seven's normal supply.
"I'm stimulating the cerebral cortex with
neural electric iso-pulses at one second intervals." The EMH
stated. "I'm hoping this will increase the rate of repair."
"That will not change the risk of the heart
stasis field Dr."
"I realize that." The Doctor replied
Ignoring the tone. "EKG readings?"
"Twenty five minutes. No more." The
Zyotan Doctor informed him.
Lying down on her bed, Janeway could not sleep.
Thoughts of Seven would not leave her mind. She kept seeing the burns
and they haunted her vision when she closed her eyes.
After all they had been through, being separated
by thousands of light years and then by ignorance and fear, Kathryn
thought it cruel that the fates would choose to take Seven now. She
never had a chance to experience love, true love, not that crazed
relationship they had for over a month. Janeway wanted Seven to be able
experience it for real, what it should be like… with her.
The quiet tears came along with another whispered
prayer as Janeway tossed in her bed trying to refocus her thoughts. Time
passed and only exhaustion forced her tired body and weary mind into a
nightmare filled sleep.
"I'm ready." The EMH stated.
"Releasing the field." Colgoth tapped at
the console and the computer monitors above Seven's biobed chirped in
response as her heart was released back into its normal time frame.
"30 over 65."
"High, The heart is not adapting."
"Perhaps the nanoprobes need more time."
The EMH shook his head discouraged. "It's
just too weak."
Colgoth looked to the Doctor. "Blood pressure
is starting to drop."
"They won't repair it in time." The
Doctor spoke dejectedly.
A computer monitor beeped frantically.
"She's going into cardiac arrest!"
"Injecting 80cc's of inoprovoaline!"
Colgoth's fingers moved about quickly on the keypad giving instructions.
"Applying cardio stimulator!" The
mechanical arm slid over Seven and zapped her body causing it to
convulse at the jolt.
Colgoth tried again, with no change. The situation
was bleak, beyond hope.
"We'll put her in stasis again!" The EMH
"No…" he let out a breath he was
holding. "I'm sorry it has come to this Doctor." Colgoth said,
his eyes conveying his sadness.
"So am I."
"Record the time of death." Colgoth
stated quietly to one of his assistants.
The next morning at the beginning of the Alpha
shift, the Doctor had a quiet talk with Captain Janeway in her Ready
Room. She listened to his explanation numbly without speaking and then
dismissed him without so much as a look.
She called her first officer in, told him of the
news and instructed him to inform the rest of the crew as he saw fit. He
could see the pain in her eyes when she looked at him. The young woman's
death had obviously affected her deeply and he knew she wouldn't be able
to talk about it… yet.
Rumors had been going around for awhile that
Janeway and Seven were not getting along prior to her death. Most of the
crew assumed it was the borg's attitude and stubborn nature to simply
follow orders. However, there were a few tight-lipped crewmen who knew
differently. She was the Captain, her private affairs were none of their
business, so the few cadets who were in the Mess Hall that late evening
agreed to say nothing outside of their closest friends. Somehow though,
their attempt to keep it quiet failed. The rumor about the altercation
between the two women spread throughout the ship. The heated argument
only lasted a few minutes but those that heard the rumors were starting
to think it was true. Seven and the Captain had initiated an intimate
The senior staff had speculated that Janeway and
Seven had something going on for awhile now. There was no real proof, no
obvious visible affection on their part, even counting the distorted
rumor floating around. The only clue that gave the rumor any credence,
was the way they had been behaving towards one another for the past few
weeks. They noticed how for a week on two separate occasions they had
avoided each other like a plague. One week the women seemed at peace and
content, the next, moody and despondent.
Chakotay knew that no argument, no matter how
heated, regardless of the subject matter, could make Janeway stay away
from the ex-borg. She was the only one who could handle the young woman
so well. Janeway even seemed to look forward to those arguments in
Chakotay's mind. So it had to be something else entirely and that's when
the senior staff started thinking that maybe there was a secret
relationship brewing between the two that wasn't quite working out
leaving both women unsure at how to handle the repercussions.
Even Lt. Torres had noticed that Seven was acting
strange. She was way too compliant, way to restrained with the last week
before she died. B'Elanna was still guilt ridden after what had happened
in Engineering that day. Still recuperating from her injuries, she
mourned in her own way in her quarters, taking comfort in her husband
and infant child's company. She would have never figured that Seven
would have done something so… human and self-sacrificing. The blonde
had pushed Commander Chakotay away from a plasma conduit that had burst
with her taking the brunt of the damage and yet she swallowed the pain
and was still willing to assist B'Elanna with ejecting the Warp Core
manually. B'Elanna had then ordered her to leave Engineering as it was
flooding with life threatening toxic gases. Seven did not disobey
vocally, instead she just stared at the half-Klingon oddly.
B'Elanna would always wonder what the young woman
was thinking in those last few seconds. Both women were injured and the
odds were that B'Elanna would not be able to eject the core in time and
even if she did, by staying behind, she would not survive. Yet, she was
the Chief Engineer so it was her duty to perform that function. She
could not allow anyone else to fulfill that duty and yet Seven had taken
it upon herself to do just that. The blonde had reached out and gave her
a Vulcan nerve pinch. After that everything went black with Torres
finding out later that Seven had ordered Vorik, who was on his way out,
to carry her to safety. Vorik stated that he saw Seven disappear through
the gas and debris, as he left Engineering just before he sealed the
Lt. Torres readily admitted to her husband the
next morning that she wasn't sure if she could have ejected the warp
core in time, even if she was healthy. It was amazing that Seven had
survived long enough to do the job and do it in time before the breach.
As he held his wife, Tom was more than grateful
for what Seven did and yet he felt guilty over it. Seven saved Voyager
from a terrible fate and he was determined to remember the sacrifice the
ex-borg had made for his wife and the crew. Tom came too close to having
to raise his four-month old daughter, Miral without a mother.
In Tom's mind, her actions proved that she was
obviously grateful for the opportunity to become part of the small
family that consisted of her Voyager collective. He was momentarily
bothered that he didn't take the time to get to know the young woman
better. Despite her cold and passive demeanor he suspected she wanted to
become more human and personable, but that she didn’t know how.
In a way, she came onboard Voyager in a similar
manner as he did, as an outcast that needed to earn everyone's respect.
However, Tom noted ruefully, that he chose his fate when he joined the
marquis. Seven had not. Seven's future was beyond her choosing from the
beginning. Assimilated at the age of six, because her parents foolishly
studied the Borg too closely, she had lost her childhood to them until
her cube met up with Voyager almost two decades later. Even after four
years of growth to regain what she had lost, the crew still walked
lightly around Seven and Tom was sure some of the crew still blamed her
for all the borg's atrocities committed against humanity, such as the
terrible conflict at Wolf 359. The young woman wasn't responsible for
any of it and… despite being raised by the borg, she was able to
reclaim enough of her humanity to choose willingly to give her life to
save her fellow humans. It was the ultimate act of compassion and
self-sacrifice. Tom was honored to have known the person who was Seven
Listlessly running his fingers over his console
while at his post on the Bridge, Harry Kim was in tears over her death.
He had a crush on her for the longest time and although he never fell in
love with her like the Doctor and The Captain as rumored, he had a
special place in his heart for her. She always kept him on his toes as
far as work was concerned, always demanding efficiency. He was going to
miss her immensely and unlike the other officers he wasn't too shy to
cry about it.
Tuvok felt the impact of Seven's death even as he
meditated in his quarters. He was just not as outwardly in showing it
because he was Vulcan. He enjoyed her company finding the young woman
very efficient and most logical in her assessment of things. Lately,
before she died, he had noticed a certain emotional instability and
indifference in her attitude, but he did not speculate in depth or
inquire as to the problem, since it was not the Vulcan way. However, in
light of her death, he felt a slight regret that he had not and accepted
that he would miss her company greatly.
Seven's death was most difficult on Icheb and
Naomi Wildman. Icheb was very despondent and wanted only to be left
alone, but Chakotay promised the Doctor to keep an eye on the young boy.
Icheb was still weakened physically from his attempt to help save Seven,
so the Doctor was monitoring him closely as well.
Naomi understood death, but couldn't believe that
Seven was truly dead and had insisted she be allowed see the body for
herself. The Doctor made sure Seven looked presentable since, the little
girl wouldn't take no for an answer. So with the Captain's permission
her mother brought her, since Janeway could not. It was too soon for the
Captain. She was concerned she would break down in front of the little
girl and her mother, Ensign Samantha Wildman and that wouldn't be
appropriate. She was Captain and had to be strong despite how decimated
she felt internally.
Seven's death hit no one harder than the Captain
herself. After she dismissed the Commander from her presence, Kathryn
Janeway sat in her ready room paralyzed in her emotional turmoil.
She couldn't remember how long she remained that
way. Time simply stood still. Eventually, she somehow came to and
attempted to distract herself by going over some personnel reports.
Coming across both Chakotay and B'Elanna's reports, Janeway started
reading them before realizing they were both about how Seven had saved
their lives that fateful day.
Janeway became infuriated at the universe and
threw the PADD across the room, in a moment of rage at her sudden pain.
Tears started flowing down her crimson cheeks in full force.
Is this my punishment for what I did to her? Is
this my future, to regret for the rest of my life that I never had the
chance to tell her? To let her know how much I truly loved her. Even if
she couldn't reciprocate my love after what I had done, at least she
would know how I felt…
Janeway wondered if her sorrow, guilt and despair
over Seven's death would affect her ability to command. It was ironic to
Janeway, because that was what she feared most during their
relationship. The fear that was magnified to unmanageable proportions by
that damn virus. Strange how meaningless all those fears were now. How
they didn't really matter in the end.
As much as this would affect her, she wouldn't
give up command, not unless Commander Chakotay relieved her. It was all
she had now, all she had left and the thought of staying in her quarters
would just make things worse. She had to continue for her crew. They
deserved the best she could give them. She just hoped her best would be
enough in light of how inept she truly felt. Despite having nothing to
give personally, she would give everything she had professionally.
Not being able to stop crying, she decided to
waste systems resources and beam directly to her quarters, where she
could mourn alone without the risk of being interrupted for ships
business. She put a 'do not disturb notice' attachment to her
combadge signal, so she could be alone in her misery.
"I was wondering if I could speak with your
Captain?" Captain Kree asked Chakotay after asking permission to
beam directly to the Bridge.
Chakotay had a nervous look in his eye. "She
doesn't want to be disturbed right now, but I can give her a message if
you like when I speak to her."
Kree raised an eyebrow and glanced at Tuvok before
returning his gaze to Commander Chakotay. "I simply wanted to ask
her permission if the Kreytor could stay until the funeral of your Seven
of Nine." He said softly so only Chakotay could hear.
"My crew want to honor the life of your Seven
of Nine." Kree stated. "I wish to as well. I have spend a
significant amount of time with her and… I have come to consider her a
Chakotay understood. Seven unwillingly had become
an icon to the Zyotans. They thought highly of her and although it was
precipitated by the Stroyka legend, he knew Kree had gotten to know the
real Seven. His feelings of remorse were genuine.
"I respectfully request to be present for the
"I think the Captain would be… honored if
you did." Chakotay answered.
Kree nodded and transported back to his ship.
At the end of his shift, Chakotay handed the
Bridge over to Tuvok and went to his quarters to clean up and change his
uniform. He then went to see if the Captain would speak with him. Ever
since, Seven had saved his life he had been feeling guilty over the
things he had said about her to Janeway.
He was just checking in on Lt. Torres in
Engineering, wanting to chat with the young woman, when the attack had
occurred. Seven showed up after barely a minute into the attack.
Chakotay knew he didn't have to report to the Bridge as the Captain was
already there, so he decided to assist where he was. He manned the
station just in front of the warp core when Voyager was blasted hard
causing conduits and ruptures all over Engineering. Chakotay would have
been killed, if Seven hadn't knocked him away from the blast in time
before hot plasma would have covered his face and chest. He escaped
injury except for his hands and arms, but Seven received a significant
injury on her left abdomen, which to Chakotay's astonishment must have
burned through her biosuit, skin and abdominal wall.
Chakotay was in excruciating pain with just his
lower arms burned so he couldn't imagine what Seven was going through.
As someone helped him out of Engineering he heard B'Elanna order
everyone out. Seven had saved his life directly that day and then went
on to save the entire crew at the cost of losing her own life. He had
judged her wrong and wanted the Captain to know how sorry he was.
He chimed for entrance into the Captain's quarters
and it was almost a minute before the doors opened to let him in.
Upon entering he noticed how dark the quarters
were. "Kathryn?" he called out lightly.
"Over here." Came the coarse reply.
Chakotay squinted his eyes to see where she was
calling him from.
"Computer… Lights up, one quarter."
As soon as the lights went up a little, Chakotay
could tell Kathryn was not in a good mood. She had obviously been
crying. Her hair was muffed up and her eyes were swollen and red. She
slouched on the couch looking out at the stars through the window above
her. She had a glass with ice and a clear, but golden liquid, probably
whiskey or another hard liquor. He almost tripped on something as he
walked closer to her. It was her boots he saw after regaining his
balance. He noticed her quarters looked a little more disheveled than
normal. PADDs were tossed about on the couch and some on the chair. He
even swore he saw one on the floor near her replicator.
"What is it Commander?" her tone was
impatient as she turned the side of her face toward him. Chakotay saw
her eyes held such bleakness.
"I… " Chakotay was unsure that he
should be here at the moment, but he had to apologize. "I wanted to
apologize for the things I said about Seven." There he had said it.
"That doesn't really matter now, does
it?" She looked at him with a sad numbness in her eyes.
"I didn't mean to offend you."
"You didn't offend me… It's her you should
have apologized to, but that's too late now."
"I know, I overreacted." He admitted.
"She saved my life."
Janeway took a sip of her drink while ruminating.
"You know… it's occurred to me that no one on this ship
truly understood her. Not even myself."
"I think you understood her better than most,
Kathryn." He tried to be positive for her. "You were right
about her and you should be proud. She saved us all."
Chakotay watched Kathryn swirl the ice around in
her drink. She frowned not taking much comfort in what he said.
"It's not fair Chakotay. She had only just
begun to live when she should have had a lifetime."
"You're right. She should have had more time
to enjoy being human, but if she were here right now, I bet she would be
thanking you for what she did have because of you. You gave her back
over fours years of her life." Chakotay could tell she was sinking
in her own guilt.
"I avoided her this last week you know."
She informed him, not able to take solace in his words.
He played along. "We noticed something was
wrong between you two." He commented lightly.
"Oh? Whose we?"
"The senior staff," he sighed slightly.
"You didn’t really expect us not to notice did you?"
Kathryn shrugged. "I guess it was obvious. We
didn't say much to each other, even though I tried. I just couldn't
after… " She paused when tears threatened to overwhelm her.
"After what?" He asked gently.
Janeway blushed realizing she had said too much so
she shifted the topic somewhat. "Do you know why, Chakotay?"
"We were lovers… " She paused
swallowed and continued. "I was in love with her."
His eyes widened briefly before returning to
normal. So the rumors were true. He thought they might have
started something, but never realized it went that far. That it was that
serious. It took him a few moments to regain his equilibrium.
"I didn't know." He said with quiet
"I'm not going to even go into how it
happened, only that it did and that I wished I could change how it…
ended." She added emotionally.
"I'm sorry. I wish things could be different
too, god knows I owe her."
She brought a shaky hand to her head. "What
am I going to do? I didn't even get a chance to tell her. I never got to
say goodbye." She looked at him, the tears coming down her eyes
pleaded to his heart. He had strong feelings for Kathryn at one point,
which turned into a deep friendship after the fourth year onboard
Voyager. They never pressed each other to start one and protocol got in
the way. That's why the situation with Seven was so surprising to him.
Seven must have had a strong influence on Kathryn for her to give in to
a sexual relationship and disregard her no fraternization policy.
He didn't know what to say. He had no words that
would take away this kind of pain so he did the only thing he could. He
sat down next to her and hugged her gently.
Would she be able to comeback from this?
Chakotay had the sinking feeling that it would take a long time for
Kathryn to heal from this particular loss.
It was morning of the third day after Seven's
death and the day of the funeral that Captain Kathryn Janeway finally
had the courage to venture out of her quarters. She had been moping
about in self-pity and had neglected her duties, even though Chakotay
understood completely after their talk. She walked the hallways quietly
checking on her crew and saying quick hellos before heading for the
Janeway did not attend the gathering before the
funeral in the Mess Hall and didn't plan on attending the meeting in the
Mess Hall afterwards either.
Neelix did the simple decorations and prepared the
food choices that were to be served. He wanted it to be a celebration of
her life. Neelix insisted to Commander Chakotay to make it an all day
event, which he agreed on. There was food and drink available and Neelix
went out of his way to make it a positive experience in light of the
The funeral was to be broadcast throughout the
ship and to the Kreytor. Janeway also allowed Captain Kree to attend,
since he requested it. Janeway arrived in the Cargo bay in her Starfleet
dress uniform fifteen minutes early and fidgeted impatiently for her
remaining off duty crewmen to appear. Once everyone who could attend was
gathered, she proceeded to say a few words on Seven's behalf.
"Seven, may not have been Starfleet, but she
served and died protecting us and thus will be buried as an honorary
officer of the Federation, with the rank of Lt." No one had
Swallowing down her sorrow, she continued.
"We only knew Seven of Nine as a drone that
we separated from the borg over four years ago. But we know now, that
she was much more than that. Her human name was Annika Hansen. A little
girl, who was assimilated at six years of age by the borg until fate
brought us to the Delta Quadrant, where our paths would eventually
"I'd like to think, I did the right thing in
separating her from the borg collective and keeping her onboard. I know
some of you would disagree. I know that not all of you, appreciated her
unique way of doing things and I'll be first to admit that she could be
down right stubborn." She paused and managed a slight smile.
"But that doesn't change the fact, that we
succeeded in helping her to accept her humanity, despite what the borg
did to her."
Janeway tried hard to keep her command mask, but
it faltered half way through. She got emotional, but her crew had
already seen her moping around the ship, so that told them how deeply
she cared for the ex-borg drone. It didn't come as a surprise to them as
she expected it would.
"By doing so… she became a caring,
compassionate and forgiving person. More so than most of you realize. I
know for a fact that she can cry, laugh and feel emotional pain just
like the rest of us. She was only passive and indifferent on the
outside, because she didn't know how to be any different."
"…Despite the difficulties we had, I am
proud to have known her and… I will truly miss her. My only regret was
that she didn't have a chance for a longer life as an individual. She
would have given her life for anyone of you without hesitation and in
the end, she died for us all, to save this ship and its crew."
By the end of her statement, she had tears flowing
down her face that she did not try to wipe away or hide. She kept her
chin up as the saline droplets came down.
Many crewmen and women paid their respects by
putting a flower on Seven's casket before leaving and others mumbled a
few words to themselves as they stood before the casket. Everyone had an
opportunity to say goodbye in whatever way they wanted to.
The senior staff and her closest friends stayed
the latest to pay their respects to the Starfleet honored casket that
withheld Seven's still form. The Captain waited for everyone to leave
before she would visit the casket containing Seven's body. It hadn't
been sealed yet and she wanted to open it and gaze upon her lover's
features one more time before saying goodbye.
"Captain Janeway?" A soft voice called
"Yes?" She turned to see who it was.
Looking timid, Kree handed her a small metal box.
"I was going to give it to Seven of Nine, but… " He paused
not wanting to finish the sentence. "I believe she would want you
to have it."
Janeway stared confused at the box in her hand.
"What is it?"
He leaned in, whispered a few words to her ears
before bowing and taking his leave.
Captain Janeway swallowed. She closed her eyes to
fight the tears away.
Finally everyone filed out, except Chakotay and
the Captain. When he asked her if she was all right, Janeway told him
she needed a moment alone with Seven. He understood completely.
She walked over to the casket, her footsteps
resounding on the metallic floor to echo around the room. Reaching the
casket, she sighed deeply and opened the top half slowly to peer inside
tentatively, her heart in her throat.
Once the hood was opened, all her fear dropped
away, replaced by warmth in her heart - by love for this amazing woman.
As hard as she tried, the tears still came, at what she would never
share. A life that she now considered empty, but for duty.
Seven was gorgeous even after death. The Doctor
did an astounding job on the young woman's appearance taking care of all
the necessary procedures per the Captain's instructions. Seven's facial
skin was completely healed and blemish free while the blue Starfleet
uniform she wore was spotless and wrinkle free. She looked so lifelike,
like she was simply sleeping peacefully and would open her eyes any
If only she would…
Janeway had to touch her one last time. She
grasped Seven's human hand carefully feeling the texture and marveling
at how well the Doctor managed to preserve the skin. He must have had
her in stasis since the moment of death.
Kathryn stroked the soft cheek, turned cold by
death, which caused more tears to fall down her ashen face.
"I love you." She whispered while gazing
at the blonde's lovely features. "I always will." She added
before moving in for a soft goodbye kiss. Closing her eyes, she touched
When she opened them, something in her
surroundings had changed. A thick mist floated around her. The green
glow from the Borg alcoves on her right even disappeared from her
Instinctually, she tapped her combadge.
"Computer reset environmental controls."
"Environmental controls are already at
"What?" she exclaimed. "Janeway to
the Bridge!" Maybe they were passing through an anomaly that had
inadvertently affected their systems.
There was no answer. Tapping her badge again, she
realized it wasn't working when it gave her only a fizzled chirp.
Deciding to leave the Cargo Bay and check on her
ship, she turned for the door when a bright light appeared from nowhere
directly in her path. Kathryn halted her progress, bringing her arms up
to shield her eyes. Slowly the brightness dissipated and Kathryn could
see again. Blinking furiously to clear her eyes, what she saw before her
amazed her battered senses.
Clouded by haze, a humanoid being dressed in a
form fitting white outfit literally floated before her. In all honesty,
the entity did look very similar to Seven in appearance.
Lifting a brow, Kathryn still thought Seven was
"I am the 'Stroyka'."
The voice echoed throughout the room.
Janeway couldn't believe her eyes or her ears.
"You're real?!" Janeway asked
shaken. "You… exist?"
Doubt cascaded over the older woman. "Are you
The being's eyes drifted to her as her form landed
quietly on the deck without a sound. "No." the being
answered. "but we are… aware of
"Are you indigenous to the Delta
"We go where ever we are needed."
Kathryn blinked still uncertain whether to trust
this alien before her. Either way, there was nothing she could do about
"Why are you here?"
"To rectify an injustice."
"I don't understand."
The being with fiery golden hair walked towards
the Captain and reached out a glowing hand to touch the woman's cheek.
The Captain did not flinch.
"You're in such pain."
"My people, the Zyotans are also distraught
over the death of your comrade. Because of her sacrifice, because of
what she represents. We have decided to rectify this."
Janeway eyes bulged. "You can do that!? Y-Yo..You…
can bring her back?!"
being replied. "If you allow me."
Something in Kathryn's soul told her this was no
deception. No conspiracy. "I love her. Why wouldn't I?"
Kathryn admitted to this complete stranger.
"Of course you do."
The alien agreed and went to stand proudly before Seven's open casket.
Rising the palm of her hand above the still form, a warm, soft glow
engulfed the appendage and descended to surround the Borg's body in a
sweet amber glow.
Overwhelmed, Janeway stared. "What are you
doing?" She asked not impolitely.
"Giving her the spark of life."
This warm glow lasted barely a minute before it
Removing her hand she faced Janeway. "I
am finished here."
Janeway looked to Seven, but nothing had changed.
She hadn't moved and wasn't breathing. "She's not breathing. Why
isn't she breathing?!" Janeway almost panicked.
The alien calmly assured her that all was well. "Patience
my dear. We are outside of your space time continuum."
"How can I ever repay you for this
"Send word to the Zyotan people that your
crewman has recovered."
"They won't believe me."
asserted. "They will. Send them my
The apparition disappeared in a haze of sparkles
and Janeway suddenly found herself in the same position she was before
with her eyes closed and her lips touching Seven's ever so gently.
Yet this time something was different. The lips
were NOT cold. Then something tickled her lips and right cheek. Pulling
slightly back, Kathryn was astonished when she saw it happen.
Backing up in hurry, Janeway nearly panicked
unsure what to believe. Were her senses playing tricks on her? Was her
grief overwhelming her to the point of delusions? It hadn't been a
She swore her beloved's chest had risen… ever so
"Computer, how many lifesigns in Cargo Bay
Two!?" She ordered despite being disoriented. She closed her eyes,
put her hands over her face and prayed. Please
tell me I'm not going insane!
"There are two lifesigns currently in Cargo
Her hands flew off her face and onto her combadge,
which she ripped off her uniform and stuck onto Seven's chest.
"Computer beam my signal and my bio signature directly to
sickbay!" She commanded.
The transfer was instantaneous.
"Captain?" came the Doctor's voice from
his office as he saw her and Seven appear.
"Captain! What are you doing?!" The EMH
thought his Captain was losing her mind as he watched her trying to get
Seven's body onto a biobed.
"Doctor!" Janeway yelled. "Help me
get her to a biobed!"
Stunned, the EMH figured his Captain had truly
gone insane from grief and was fabricating this. "I realize this is
painful for you, but--"
"Damn you!" She shouted. "I'm not
crazy!" She had no time to explain the vision or dream or whatever
it was. "Computer, Identify the life signs in sickbay!?"
"There are two lifesigns currently in
sickbay. Captain Kathryn Janeway and Seven of Nine."
The Doctor's face would have turned white if it
were in his programming. Instead, he just stood stupefied with his mouth
"Now, help me get her on the bed!" She
repeated and he snapped out of it. He helped the Captain, noticing the
warmth of Seven's skin and her color, which was good if a little pale.
He ran a medical tricorder over her as soon as
they positioned her. "My God!"
"So tell me Doctor." Her tone was
sarcastic. "Since when do corpses breathe?"
The Doctor was overjoyed at this turn of events,
but was at a loss at how to explain it. Seven was actually alive! Not
out of the woods yet, but alive. She was technically in a coma, but her
nanoprobes were repairing her systems. The lungs and heart had started
to function mere minutes ago as indicated by the medical readings. The
process was slow but encouraging.
The Doctor immediately put Seven on life support
as her breathing was very faint and her heartbeat was so slow that the
computer almost didn't register it. He would need to monitor her
He went to work on how this could have happened
glancing at his Captain who appeared to be watching him like a hawk. He
assumed she was very angry with him for this obvious medical oversight.
He had no idea that her mind was preoccupied with
endless questions about what happened in Cargo Bay Two just moments ago.
The Doctor peeked a look at the Captain every now
and then to see her intense gaze focused on his patient.
"Captain, perhaps you would be more
comfortable in your quarters. I could--"
"No!" She refused to leave sickbay this
time. The last time she did that Seven had died. "Not this time.
I'll wait here." She told him calmly, preferring to wait on a
nearby biobed or in his office if she had to, but she would not leave.
Hours later with no change, Janeway laid down on a
biobed next to Seven. The Captain fell asleep while staring at Seven's
It was thirty six hours later when Seven regained
consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open to see a blurry image of the
Captain peering over her and the young woman could make out a wide smile
on her face. The Captain's mouth was moving, but Seven couldn't hear
anything. She was still groggy as she opened her mouth to speak, but
found she was unable to. Yet she still managed to mouth word, 'Captain'.
Janeway wouldn't have heard her anyways, as Seven
was still was on life support and had an oxygen mask over her nose and
mouth. She couldn't move her head or body and she was so tired and weak
that she could barely keep her eyes open. Yet she was more than pleased
to see Janeway there when she opened her eyes. The Captain looked
relieved to see her and had a sparkle in her eye despite how weary the
older woman looked. Seven noticed how disheveled Janeway was and hoped
the ship wasn't in any more danger. She couldn't remember how she got
injured, only that she was in sickbay and incapacitated by her
condition. She was even too tired to think and drifted off to sleep
Captain Janeway frowned deeply when she saw Seven
close her eyes and the Doctor had to re-assure his commanding officer
several times that the young woman was just asleep.
"It's a miracle to say the least." the
Doctor remarked, astounded at the turn of events, but very relieved.
"Yes," she murmured reverently sending a
silent pray of thanks to the 'Stroyka' and her people. Janeway's quick
glance showed the watery build up in her eyes and the red tinted ears, a
vulnerability she rarely showed to anyone. "Can you explain…
medically how this happened?" She inquired, while squeezing the
limp hand cuddled firmly in her own.
"My best guess would be that when I initiated
the re-animation sequence, the nanoprobes kept repairing her organs and
bodily functions even after her death. I just assumed that they would
shut down after she had died. Usually the re-animation procedure is done
after the patience dies, not before. That's their function, to repair
necrotic tissue. Apparently, the nanoprobes continue to repair the body
regardless of whether its alive or not."
"Perhaps," Janeway said knowing the true
catalyst even though his theory was a sound one.
"However," the EMH added, "There is
something else I have to discuss with you. We have a small
She peered at him intensely. "What kind of
problem?" She asked gravely.
"She can't regenerate in her current
condition, not in an upright position. She has to be in a reclining
position until her muscles regain their strength, so we need a modified
alcove to aid in her recovery."
"Why is she so weak?"
"She still only has around sixty percent of
her normal supply of nanoprobes and I don't want to risk any more
extractions from Icheb right now either." He saw Janeway's face
full of concern. "Don't worry, she's weak, but stable."
At seeing her relief he continued.
"She is also going to need someone to
constantly monitor her until her borg systems are able take over her
normal biological functions… Which means she'll need her own
"What about the VIP quarters? We could set
her up in there."
"It doesn't matter where as long as it's
private and somebody is there to watch her at all times for the first
few weeks." The Doctor informed her.
"Weeks?" Janeway echoed him baffled.
"I'm afraid so… and it has to be someone
Something about the way he looked at her suggested
he wanted her to do it. "Doctor, you can't be serious."
He raised an eyebrow at her timidness. "Do
you honestly think Seven would want anyone else for this… extremely
private matter? I have to take her off life support and when I do…
she's going to need assistance with necessary but tedious biological
Janeway flushed at the implications but nodded her
Seven's recovery was more important that her fears
or her pride and she could use some time off from her duties.
"All right, I'll do it, but in my
The Doctor was pleased himself and he hoped it
would give the two women the time they needed to heal their
The Captain had B'Elanna and Harry work on
modifying one of her own reclining chairs, figuring it would be the most
natural and comfortable position for the young woman while she
They managed to rig a functioning alcove to the
chair in less than fourteen hours. A metal carriage of sorts was welded
together before they added a Borg diagnostic terminal, cables, medical
sensors for the Doctor and one of the round circular constructs that
sparkled with green energy. Due to the energy consumption of the last
unit, a large rechargeable battery had to be put in. Since it was heavy,
wheels were added to it so Janeway could roll Seven around when she
needed to perform tasks such as her abolutions. Everything was adhered
to the back of the chair and despite being somewhat hideous the Borg
machinery was hidden from view when seen from the front.
It would have to do, since it provided for Seven's
The Doctor warned the Captain that Seven's total
recovery would take weeks. Therefore, after she sent a subspace message
to the Zyotans regarding Seven and the Stroyka, Captain Janeway gave
command over to Chakotay on a temporary basis so she could assist the
young woman as needed.
They spent a lot of time together. Seven was
apparently not as disturbed by being in Janeway's quarters as she had
initially thought the young woman might be. Either that or she hid it
They got into a steady rhythm of waking up in the
morning and Janeway would replicate breakfast. Seven was able to feed
herself if feebly so. She refused to be hand fed by even her Captain. It
was actually refreshing for redhead, because she got to see many facets
of Seven she hadn't seen before.
The young woman actually pouted and frowned
frustrated by her lack of progress when Janeway assisted her with her
physical rehabilitation. Although sympathetic, Janeway found it outright
amusing and… so human.
Janeway particularly enjoyed when she got to hold
Seven up as she attempted to walk a few steps. Of course, Janeway
couldn't completely contain her excitement at touching the young woman,
but she hid what she could deeply knowing it wasn't appropriate. Maybe,
she couldn't control her arousal, but she could control how she acted in
regards to it. She did not want to abuse the privilege that Seven
trusted her with. Therefore, she only touched the blonde when she asked
The older woman didn't want to make Seven
uncomfortable in the slightest while she was recovering in her quarters,
so she didn't bring up any of their past problems. Janeway
considered this valuable experience if she were to ever ask Seven to
live with her. It would prove if Janeway could tolerate Seven enough to
be able to handle co-habitation. Something Kathryn very much wanted to
do with Seven, but was never good at even with her past fiancés. So far
she had no complaints, but then again these weren't ideal circumstances
Seven was in recovery and relied on Kathryn for
assistance and for the most part, Seven grudgingly accept this as
inevitable. The redhead knew that Seven was frustrated over her
inability to function optimally, but the blonde actually appeared more
disturbed when Kathryn touched her... when they were in close proximity.
Janeway wondered what the introspective former borg was thinking.
When the Captain assisted her, Seven could feel
the warmth of Janeway's slender hands even through the stiff but loose,
blue polyester outfit the EMH made her wear until she was fully healed.
Her body had healed enough to react to Janeway's proximity even against
her mind's wishes. The sensations in her limbs were a good sign that her
nerve endings were returning to normal. Unfortunately for her, Seven's
sense of touch was more heightened than the average humans forcing her
to endure the sweet sensations of being touched by her Captain and not
able to do a thing about it.
Despite the difficulties, Seven was immensely
grateful that it was her Captain assisting her in these embarrassing
human necessities. Yet as much as she wanted to be self-sufficient
again, another part of her would regret when it ended.
Kathryn was treating her so well. She was tender,
gentle and very attentive to anything Seven needed. The blonde wondered
if Janeway was trying to atone for what happened between them by being
so nice. If so, the former-borg felt that it was unnecessary. There was
no point in restitution for something that was neither woman's fault.
The incident could not be helped. Nothing would be able to take away
what had happened. It was something they both had to live with
regardless of how painful. Just like nothing would be able to stop Seven
from always loving her Captain.
It was after ten days under Janeway's care that
Seven started getting angry and frustrated at her predicament. It was
becoming increasingly intolerable for the young woman to bear. One day
her dissatisfaction reached a fever pitch and Seven had thrown a PADD
clear across the room in retaliation.
Janeway came out of her bedroom to see what the
ruckus was all about and stood in the doorway, with a hand on her hip.
"Is something wrong?" She remarked lightly, noticing the PADD
on the floor.
Seven's face was shriveled in resentment. "I
wish to go back to the Cargo Bay."
"Now?" Janeway asked shocked.
"Because I am fine now. I no longer need your
assistance." Seven said resolutely, but Janeway knew that wasn't
true. Something else bothered the young woman.
"Seven, I know your frustrated at how slow
your recovery has been, but you will recovery. Give it another week or
two and you'll be walking around easily."
"I can take care of myself now. My nanoprobes
have started to take over certain functions."
Janeway scowled admonishingly at the stubborn
blonde. "What are you talking about? You can barely walk by
"Irrelevant. Besides, you can always have
someone else check on me and assist me with my… exercises."
She verbalized the last word with distaste.
Janeway let her hand drop from her hip. She tried
to cover the hurt the words created. "You… want someone else to
help you with your rehabilitation?"
"Yes… " She answered quickly.
"May I ask why?"
"I require a change of environment."
"Does this environment offend you in
"Have I done something to offend you?"
Janeway asked concerned.
Reclining in her makeshift chair facing the
window, Seven gazed out at the stars. "No."
"Then why do you require this…
"I just do."
"It's me isn't it? My presence disturbs
"No, I simply have no use for--" Seven
cut her sentence off realizing how it sounded. "I mean… I need to
be more self-sufficient." Seven clarified. It was the truth, but
what Janeway said had not been completely inaccurate.
"Whatever you want Seven." Janeway
stated heavy hearted and was about to leave the main room, when she
looked back. "If you want someone else to assist you at this point
then fine. Name who you want and I'll make it an order."
"There is no need for you to order anyone
else to assist me. I will have the Doctor assist me at this point."
She informed her Captain stoically.
Feeling somewhat scorned, Janeway tried to keep
her disappointment and her pang of jealousy to herself. Since
when does she want his help?!
"The Doctor?" Kathryn grumbled.
"I'm sure he'll be a very comforting
companion, since he has such a great bedside manner." She
stated rudely on purpose.
Seven turned her head giving her Captain a dark
Captain Janeway walked right up to the Borg and
knelt before her at eye level. "Why don't you tell me what is
really bothering you." Janeway demanded.
Kathryn's proximity made the blonde's resolution
weaken. Seven's countenance started to crack. "I simply wish to be
alone." She mumbled out feebly.
Kathryn considered that. "I don't think you
do. Tell me what are you so afraid of. Is this because of what happened…
between us?" This was Janeway's greatest fear.
"It does not matter." Seven spoke softly
trying to cover up her true feelings. She closed her eyes and tried to
ignore her Captain.
Janeway took this response as an acknowledgement.
Aghast, Janeway backed up slowly moving a few feet away to give the
distraught woman some space. "This is all my fault. I didn't want
to make you feel uncomfortable so I assumed it would be better not to
talk about what happened. Maybe that was the wrong decision to make. All
I can do is try to assure you that my intentions are honest. You think
I'm going to hurt you again, don't you? That's what you're afraid of,
but you're wrong. I am only concerned with your well being more than
anything! I am not going to seduce you or force myself upon
The blonde had her eyes closed, her head slightly
lowered. She appeared to be meditating, taking in slow even breaths, but
Janeway noticed a deep swallow and assumed she guessed correctly.
Kathryn thought glumly that she had lost her love
to this fear. Yet, she felt a primal need to be strong for Seven's sake.
She couldn't let her own remorse show. It would only undermine Seven's
progress. She vowed not to be so selfish again. Seven's needs would
always come before her own.
"I want you to know that you’re my friend.
I enjoy your company and I like having you here… I'm only helping you
until you get better. Other than that, I don't want anything from you
Seven." It wasn't entirely truthful, but it would have to be this
way in light of Seven's fears. It made Janeway want to cry.
"That's the problem." Seven mumbled.
"Come again?" She thought she heard
correctly, but had no idea what it meant.
"You," she lifted her head to peer
accusingly into grey filled eyes. "don't want anything from
me." Seven declared full of discontent.
"Seven, I don't know what your trying to
say." Janeway tentatively moved closer.
The blonde's countenance held a myriad of emotion.
The woman was clearly unsettled and Janeway's honest gaze on her was too
much. It threatened to reveal the secret's of her soul.
"It is too difficult to remain in your
presence. I must go." She had the ability to turn her chair so she
moved her arms over the wheels pushing them to go forward, but she
struggled being so weak.
Seeing that Seven was not able to move far without
assistance, Janeway attempted to help her, but that only made the blonde
more angry than hurt.
"NO!" Seven gave her a pain filled look.
Janeway pulled back stung and guilt ridden.
"I'm sorry! If I could take back what I did to you, I would, but I
can't! I'm sorry my presence sickens you!" Tears flooded her eyes
as she watched the love of her life struggle physically to leave her
When the unexpected words hit her heart, Seven
halted her efforts to flee, even though she only managed to turn her
chair towards the door.
"What?" Seven speculated for a moment.
"Why would you think your presence sickens me?" Seven asked in
a small voice.
Janeway sighed deeply. "You just told me that
it was too difficult to remain in my presence. You don't want my company
or assistance anymore. You would rather have the Doctor's
"I assure you I would rather not have the
Doctor's assistance. He is most aggravating."
Janeway folded her arms across her chest.
"Just admit it. You're afraid of me."
"No," Seven refused that idea. "I
Janeway was getting confused and irritable. Seven
was leading her on an emotional rollercoaster that she didn't
"Your ashamed then…" Janeway assumed
tersely. "You regret everything. You wish it never happened."
"No, despite what happened… " The
blonde's voice cracked. "It's all I have left."
"What…? " Kathryn breathed out
incredulously. "What do you mean have left?… left of what?"
Janeway's face turned white. "Are you referring to sex?! I thought
it meant more to you than that!?"
"I… I am referring to the emotion
surrounding the act. It may have been just sex to you, but in the
beginning before I was infected by you and overcome with the
virus, I was expressing MY love for you. I realize that was not
what you wanted and I understand. However, my feelings were real. I
experienced what it was like to love and be in love for the first time
and THAT I do NOT regret, regardless of the pain it has caused me
Tears coursed down Kathryn's cheeks. Seven is
still in love with me!? Her inner voice cried at the love and
forgiveness this woman contained within herself. She was momentarily
speechless by the revelation.
"…But you do not reciprocate and never
will, so this discussion is pointless. I must do what I need to--"
"Now just wait a minute!" Kathryn moved
in front of Seven's escape route jamming her foot under one of the
wheels preventing any forward progress until she got to the bottom of
this. "I told you that I loved you in the Cargo bay when I
apologized to you."
"No, you said, 'I want you to know that I
do love you, Seven. I consider you a close friend and I don't ever want
that to change. I hope we can get past this…'" Seven
reiterated perfectly. "You declared your love as that of a close
friend, not as a lover and you implied that you wanted to 'put it
Janeway grimaced, pinching the bridge of her nose.
A damn technicality.
"You did not say that you were in love
with me, nor have you ever said it." Seven glared at her.
"It… It means the same thing. Besides, I…
I thought you despised me… I was giving you room… time to come to
terms with what happened." Janeway was severely flustered.
"I know exactly what happened and why and I
already forgave you for that. More time is irrelevant and would not
change how I felt and still do."
"You… you pulled away from me when I tried
to comfort you!?"
"I pulled away because I was frightened that
I would hurt you again as I did before…" Seven still felt anguish
over that incident.
"You were afraid you were going to hurt
me?" Janeway repeated quietly to herself. Like
fools, we've been misunderstanding each other's signals. All this time!
"Yes, you are by nature a very tactile
individual… except lately, you have been avoiding contact with
me." Seven's posture slumped in her chair.
"I wasn't sure I should touch you, so I
didn't. I didn't want to offend you." Janeway felt peevishly
"I wanted you to." Seven's eyes were
"You can't imagine what's it's like to hurt
the one you love, not knowing how to fix it and then have that person
die on you." Fresh tears fell. "When you died, something
within me died as well. I felt so lost without you." Janeway
Seven listened carefully.
"Annika," Kathryn announced the name
reverently. "I am in love with you. I have been for awhile now…
even before we…. were intimate."
Seven wasn't convinced. "Why did you not
verbalize this earlier?" The tone was firm not accusing.
"The fear was too great, the virus magnified
it… I couldn't… I tried, but I couldn't." Janeway struggled
with the words, her voice becoming husky. "I knew when you died,
how horrible the mistake I made was… that I'd never get the chance to
tell you." Janeway closed her eyes.
Seven struggled to reach Janeway's hands but
eventually she did, taking them feebly into her own.
Her eyes snapped open at the feel of tender hands;
one warm, one cool, trying to grasp her own.
"Do you really love me Kathryn?"
"Yes, yes, I swear with my whole heart. You
can read my personal logs if you like?"
Seven beamed as she considered that and smiled for
the first time in a long while. Hope filled her fragile heart.
Janeway thought it was truly angelic.
"Please let me help you through this Seven. I
need to." The redhead pleaded.
"Not as penance--."
"Because I love you?" She interrupted.
Janeway gently stroked Seven's cheek. They had
time more time now and Janeway was not going to mess it up.
"Kathryn? It has occurred to me that I have
never been on a date with a… healthy Kathryn Janeway."
She smiled. "You're right. We have to correct
that oversight. " She grinned then added more seriously. "But
I'm not going to rush into this Seven. I want to do this the right way
and court you… properly. I need to show you how it should be done when
two people truly love each other… unconditionally."
Seven's face lit up with Janeway's speech of love
and she couldn't help herself. "May I still ask you for a
"I suppose that would be appropriate."
Janeway balanced herself on the arms of Seven's chair and leaned in.
Seven looked at her expectantly.
When their lips touched delicately, fire erupted
through both women causing them to gasp into each other's mouth. A
tentative, careful exploration began of each other's warm, moist mouth.
Seven's lips were soft and Kathryn worshiped them, slowly and
passionately without haste as she tried to convey her love for Seven.
Seven melted into the warmth and tenderness of Janeway's reverent kiss
and forgot about her condition in this moment of bliss. Janeway broke
the kiss and planted small kisses all along her jawline before trailing
over to the young woman's ear.
"Mmm, I hope you know what you're getting
into sweetheart. Dating is one thing, but living with me is not
necessarily an easy thing to do."
Seven raised an eyebrow mockingly and grinned.
"You mean it gets more difficult than this?"
Janeway chuckled lightly, "No," she
tapped her finger admonishingly on Seven's nose. "But Captain's
tend to be difficult partners." She said before nibbling on Seven's
"Agreed… " Seven breathed out unevenly
as Janeway was distracting her with the erotic touches.
Seven knew this time their behavior would be
different toward one another. The healing had begun as Seven guided
Janeway's face back to hers to kiss her again. Seven wanted to taste all
of Janeway's mouth. She knew this limited contact was safe. She was
currently physically unable to make love to Kathryn, which was a good
thing if they were to go slow.
Kathryn had the distinct feeling there would be a
few cold showers in their future, if this activity kept up, not to
mention sexual frustration.
There was a small chirping noise that beeped three
times before an annoying voice was heard through Seven's combadge.
"Doctor to Seven of Nine, please
"Seven here," she responded annoyed at
"Seven? Are you feeling all right?"
"Yes Doctor, I am… doing quite well."
"Hmm," she heard over the comlink.
"Do you realize your heart rate has elevated considerably in the
last minute?" his voice suggested he was annoyed.
Janeway guilty put her hand over her mouth trying
to stifle a laugh at being caught. Seven's face flushed red.
"I… " Seven was embarrassed. They had
both forgot that Seven's vitals were closely being monitored by the EMH.
"I am functioning acceptably Doctor… "
"I'm sure you are." He chided rudely.
Janeway frowned. It was time to put the good
Doctor in his place. "Doctor, this is the Captain, it is life
threatening?" She asked with a smirk because he couldn't see the
devious look she had on her face at the moment.
"Let's see… increases in vasopressin,
estrogen, testosterone, dopamine, neoepinephrine, serotonin--" He
started listing all the hormones associated with arousal.
"Doctor!" Janeway drawled out
He wasn't fooled. "Very well, just remember…"
He paused. "No vigorous activity. Seven is still in recovery,
"Doctor…" Janeway said tersely.
"We're in love, not stupid."
"Harumph!" They heard before the link
Seven's heart beat with a joy she was unaccustomed
to. Her current condition drifted away into nothingness as an epiphany
occurred to her.
Seven didn’t have to read the Captain's
personally logs to know the Captain truly loved her because she would
never had said those words to anyone, especially over an open comlink,
unless her feelings were genuine and she was done hiding them.
Overcome with emotion, Seven leaned toward
Janeway's face, which hovered inches from her to take her mouth in
another sensuous kiss. The redhead was more than happy to reciprocate,
despite the Doctor's warning.
A few weeks later…
Seven of Nine was in her Captain's quarters,
currently setting two candles ablaze with a match she had previously
replicated. The young woman's setup held the expectation of a romantic
dinner and hopefully a long awaited desert. The food was on the counter
in heated stasis bowls awaiting consumption. Only one other thing needed
to be done.
After setting the replicator to recycle mode and
tossing the used match in, Seven took the time to program the
ingredients she wanted into its memory. After the liquid substance
coalesced inside a glass container, Seven took it and set the pitcher
down on the table.
Glancing around at her handiwork, she decided she
was satisfied with her preparations; plates, silverware, glasses and
candle holders filled with burning sticks of wax were all set in the
proper place. Now all she needed was her Captain.
Janeway was currently on duty finishing up her
shift. She had resumed her duties two weeks ago after Seven had
recovered enough to successfully take care of herself. Bored stiff while
Kathryn was on duty, she had walked about the ship for exercise and
although she could not play Velocity, she convinced the Captain to let
her do a partial shift in Astrometrics as long as she didn't over do it.
The Captain initially was concerned that the young
woman would overdue it, but relented giving her freedom to move
about the ship as long as the Doctor could monitor her vitals at all
times. Janeway knew that Seven would surely go stir crazy, hazing in her
quarters with nothing to do since her mind was as sharp as ever.
However, the time off from duty was well spent.
The last few weeks were a revelation to the young woman. The way Janeway
was treating her was extraordinary.
As Janeway helped Seven to heal physically, they
had bonded emotionally. Spending a lot of time together without the
demands of intimacy went a long way to healing any doubt between them.
It solidified their love and cemented their trust in each other. Seven
felt loved and cherished despite the lack of a physical joining since
she had… died.
Seven stopped her mind to ruminate on that single
thought. She had died. Her crewmates were having a funeral… her
funeral. The crew were saying goodbye. Even Captain Kree and Dr. Colgoth,
the Zyotan physician who had assisted in Seven's care, were present to
pay their respects to her.
Janeway told Seven in a thick voice that when she
went to say goodbye, she noticed a faint breath coming from her mouth
and nose as well as a slight rise from her chest indicating that Seven
was breathing. She was alive.
Kathryn explained about the Doctor's theory, which
Seven agreed was theoretically possible if not plausible. She couldn't
scientifically explain her good fortune, never the less, she would
appreciate being reunited with her Captain.
Recently, Janeway gave her the crystal that
Captain Kree had left behind. She said very little as she handed it to
Seven, only. "He wanted you to have
A smile grew on Seven's face at she visualized the
crystal in her mind, then it diminished with another more somber
Raising an eyebrow in disappointment, Seven knew
that Kathryn would not rush them into anything intimate again. Yet Seven
was absolutely sure that 29 days, 15 hours, 17 minutes and 23 seconds
was plenty of time to realize that she wasn't the same person as before.
Now four weeks after Janeway told her she truly
loved her, Seven was rapidly becoming frustrated. The blonde couldn't
deny it, she wanted to make love with the new improved Kathryn Janeway.
She had wanted it two weeks ago, even though she had tired easily, she
would have found a way.
Although not up to full strength, her injuries
healed nicely. The Doctor told her that eventually there would be no
weakness in her extremities and she would be as good as new as her
nanoprobes finished the task that unknown to her and the EMH the
entity had started.
Finished with her preparations for the evening,
Seven decided to sit down at the dining table as she waited. She stared
at the fire that burned the wick of the wax candles. She had to dampen
the ship's fire suppression system to allow such a thing, but it was
worth the effort… and the clean up as she noticed the melted wax
dripping onto the tablecloth. She wanted everything to be… perfect in
setting the proper mood for romancing Kathryn.
As her eye glistened over in thought, something
drew her attention away from the burning candle and Kathryn.
A thick fog engulfed her vision blocking out the
"Do not be afraid." A
voice said as an apparition formed in the haze before her. When it
finished taking shape, a blonde, clearly feminine humanoid in a form
fitting white outfit stood before her.
Seven tilted her head, befuddled. It looked…
remarkably similar to her.
Not letting that obvious deception deter her,
Seven stood up and struck her combadge to warn her Captain of the
intruder, but the device fizzled in protest before she could even speak
Seven cautiously studied the alien before her. She
had to stall for time.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
"I am the Stroyka."
"The Stroyka?!" Seven exclaimed.
"That is just a legend." She affirmed.
"We are real and… "
The entity smiled generously. "It has
been decided. We want you to join us."
"Why?" Seven was mystified and
distrustful by this offer.
"Your compassion is exceedingly rare for any
type of species. You are unique, pure in spirit. To name a few."
"You are in error. I was Borg." Seven
stated bitterly hoping it would change this entity's mind. She was not
"We know of your past. It has allowed you to
become what you are today. Do not be ashamed of it."
Seven blinked totally confused. "How is such
a thing possible? How will you accomplish this?"
"I do not understand."
"You will become one of us."
This was obviously an advanced lifeform.
Resistance was most likely futile, she thought ironically. Seven
swallowed feeling helpless. "Do I have a choice?" She feared
having to leave Kathryn. She had just found the woman.
The blonde apparition sensed the doubt in the
human before her. "It is an honor to
become one of us, yet we force it upon no one."
"Then I respectfully decline." The
blonde asserted, more sure of her reply than anything else.
"You are certain?"
The alien questioned. "This is the
opportunity of a lifetime."
"I understand." Seven answered.
"but I want to spend the rest of my life with someone I love."
The alien smiled taking no offense at the
rejection of her offer. "I know you do."
With a dip of her golden mane, the entity was gone
as quickly as she had appeared taking the fog in the room with her.
As reality came back to her, Seven thought she
heard the sound of a door opening.
"Seven?" A familiar husky voice called
out to her.
Her auburn haired mate came over immediately to
kiss a stunned Seven on the cheek.
"Are you all right darling?"
"Yes," Seven regained her wits, but did
not want to explain what happened because she wasn't sure how to.
"You are earlier than I expected." She added.
"I couldn't wait to see you." Kathryn
smiled brightly just as a wonderful aroma wafted to her nostrils.
"That smells wonderful love. What are you making?"
"It's a surprise Kathryn."
"You don't say." The Captain teased. She
noticed the elaborate setup and was impressed at how quickly Seven was
Seven watched her Captain as she took off her
boots. The blonde was still considerably distracted by what happened
mere moments ago. As Janeway went to remove her command jacket, Seven
realized that she desperately wanted to know her mate's opinion on the
Once Janeway tossed off her command jacket and
flung it on the sofa, she joined Seven at the table. Her stomach rumbled
with the pangs of hunger and she was sure that whatever Seven made…
would be delicious."
As she came near, Seven glanced at her partner
imploringly. "Kathryn, do you believe in the Legend of the Stroyka?"
Janeway's gait almost faltered as she made her way
to the table. The mirth on her face waned as the memory of what she
should have lost came flooding back to her mind. Oh, I believe all
right. They gave me back the love of my life. Yes, She fully
believed in the miracle.
Seating herself, across from where Seven stood,
she considered how to respond. The truth was she wasn't ready to speak
about what happened in the Cargo Bay. Her mate would have so many
questions, which she had so few answers to.
"Kathryn?" Seven inquired at the change
in her partner's demeanor. She reached out and lifted the chin of her
suddenly grey-eyed friend. "If you do not wish to--"
"I do believe in the legend." Janeway
responded not elaborating. "You?"
Seven recognized the reticence from her mate on
this subject. "Yes," she removed her fingertips, which had
begun to tingle with anticipation. "I believe I do… now."
"What changed your mind?" Janeway asked
distracted by the touch.
"I am not sure… Intuition perhaps."
Seven concluded to herself that it would be difficult to explain exactly
what happened to her in the Captain's quarters, but she would need to
speak to Kathryn about it, just not tonight. She had other plans for the
Intuition?! Since when?
Kathryn grinned secretly pleased. Her
beloved was becoming more human each day.
Janeway looked to Seven in speculation. "Can
I ask you a question?"
Seven's implant rose slightly. "Of
This had been haunting her for awhile. "Why
did you disobey B'Elanna when she ordered you to evacuate
Engineering?" The question took on a serious note.
Seven linked her hands behind her back and lowered
her gaze to squarely meet her Captain's inquiring eyes. "You mean
when I took it upon myself to eject the warp core?"
"I knew I would succeed." Seven stated
"How could you have possibly known
that?" Janeway folded her arms and leaned back in the chair.
"Failure was not an option."
Janeway apparently would not let this go. "I
read B'Elanna's report. She wasn't sure she would've been able to eject
the core in time with her injuries let alone you since you were more
injured than she was."
"I had inspiration."
"Seven," Janeway became impatient.
"I don't doubt your abilities, I never have, but you were severely
injured… and it… did cause… your… " Janeway's voice
cracked. It still pained her to think about that day.
The blonde became aware of this affliction and
spoke the truth. "I do not know how Kathryn. All I know is that I
thought of you." Seven's eyes glinted in the candlelight. "I
could not let you perish. That is why I disobeyed her. I did not think
she would succeed. Truthfully, I did not know if I could, but I refused
to accept your death and the deaths of my fellow crewmates."
"But surely you knew--"
"Yes." Seven answered with no
Janeway blinked away the growing moisture in her
eyes. The redhead's voice was thick and gruff. "I appreciate what
you did… for the ship… but your… death caused me pain. Please
don't do it again."
Seeing her partner's distress, Seven immediately
sat down and reached across the table with her left hand. "I will
try not to Kathryn."
"Good." Janeway answered taking the
offered appendage in her left hand. Flipping it over, Kathryn opened the
metal covered fingers with her right hand and started caressing them
much to Seven's surprise and delight.
"I couldn't bare to lose you." Kathryn
said through hazy emotive filled eyes as she traced the mesh up each
finger and through Seven's palm.
Seven's breathing visibly hitched so much she
forgot to respond. The former borg was trying to contain her arousal at
the caresses and focus on Janeway's touching words. What her partner was
trying to convey to her was important.
Janeway's respiration spiked. Seeing the obvious
longing in Seven's features, made her pray that she had the courage to
ask later on if the young woman was ready for more. Kathryn hoped she
could see it through without appearing too desperate. Having been
patient in an impatient sort of way for the past 30 days while refusing
to do anything until Seven was healed both physically and emotionally
gave way to a strong healthy longing for the woman before her. Despite
that, nothing would happen until her golden lover gave the word.
Both women hoped tonight was the night. An
emotion filled moment passed through them both before Kathryn broke it
trying to lighten the mood with her dry humor.
"It's bad enough I'm in love with the one
person who breaks protocol more than anyone." Janeway informed the
irksome, but loveable Borg, smirking as she lifted her eyes to the
Elevating the implant above her eye, Seven
ruminated on Kathryn's statement.
"Captain," she used the rank
intentionally. "I must apologize for breaking protocol. I disobeyed
a direct order and I took something that didn’t belong to me."
Seven appeared remorseful yet puzzled. "Although I was in error, I
do not regret the outcome of those decisions. Yet I am curious as to why
did you not punish me for those actions?"
Despite being caught off guard by the question,
the redhead didn't need to consider her response. How many times did she
break Starfleet protocol to save her ship? Only this time Seven had done
"You suffered enough Seven." She said
"Perhaps," The blonde conceded.
"but you are the Captain and breaking protocol dictates--"
"No Seven." Janeway interrupted firmly.
"There are mitigating circumstances here… There will be no punishment…
" She paused tightening her grip around the cool metallic hand.
"Trust me… I speak as Captain, your commanding officer and
Kathryn... the woman who loves you."
"To do so would be an injustice." She
Seven dipped her head in acknowledgement, grateful
for Captain Janeway's understanding, her compassion and Kathryn's
passion for her. It left the young woman deep in thought.
Janeway rubbed her left thumb over the open palm
while speculating. "Why did you take the crystal?" She asked.
"What does it remind you of Seven?" Janeway convinced herself
that she was asking out of mere curiosity, but after what Kree had
whispered to her the day of the funeral, she couldn't deny to having
"What did Captain Kree tell you?" Seven
surmised that he must have said something.
Purposely avoiding the ice blue gaze, Janeway kept
her eyes on Seven's fingers trying to act nonchalant. "He said it
reminded you of something you lost." She said casually.
Seven wasn't going to reveal the main reason she
took it, considering that it might unduly embarrass her partner, but she
sensed insecurity in Janeway.
"Your eyes Kathryn." Seven answered
Kathryn lifted her head. "My eyes?" her
brow lowered, completely confounded.
"Seven my eyes are not that
"Yes they are Kathryn." Seven asserted,
keeping her tone light.
"No," Janeway was adamant. "My eyes
are never that blue."
"Not always, but… sometimes."
Janeway frowned perplexed. "When?"
"During… certain events."
"Seven?" Janeway still didn't get it.
Not being able to suppress it, Seven smiled
wickedly. "It occurs when you reach a certain… threshold
Kathryn." She stated tactfully.
When it finally dawned on Janeway, she was
astounded beyond belief. Her face turned bright red. "NO!!"
"You're kidding?!" Janeway stared at
Seven in bewilderment.
"No Kathryn, it is true."
Embarrassment coursed through the blue-grey eyes. I
was jealous of myself?! How foolish! How embarrassing! Leave it to Seven
to notice such a thing…
"Please," Seven put her human hand on
top of Kathryn's right hand. "Do not let this upset you. There is
no need. I love your eyes, like I love the rest of you. It is just that
they remind me of… " Seven stared at her eyes reverently.
"Omega. A beautiful cerulean blue."
The eloquent words so truthfully given touched her
heart turning her perceived discomfort into humility then amusement.
"You… " Kathryn started seriously.
"Are so passionate… at times… that it hurts." She burst
out laughing at the absurdity of it.
Seven smiled widely glad her lover could laugh
It took awhile for Kathryn's mirth to die down,
but when it finally did she spoke. "I'm touched Seven… really,
but… don't tell anyone… please." She chuckled. If her senior
staff found out they would tease her endlessly.
"No Kathryn, I won't." Seven stated.
That particular spectacle was for her to witness alone and she hoped to
whatever deity existed in the universe that she could see it again
tonight. A small mischievous smile crept into her features. She had to
move things along.
"Would you like some wine before dinner is
served? I replicated it myself." Seven motioned to the pitcher on
"You replicated it?" Janeway looked at
the clear bronze liquid.
"Yes, I programmed the proper specifications
in earlier." Seven stated. "It is Andolian wine. Species 512.
It is light and favorable with very little alcoholic content."
Seven intentionally did not elaborate that it was also considered an
Kathryn was impressed. "I would love to try
Seven poured them both a glass. "Are you
ready to eat Kathryn?"
Just then her stomach asserted itself with a
vengeance. "Absolutely, I'm starving." She said as she picked
up the wineglass to sample it.
"I will alleviate that condition… in one
moment." Seven stood and went to the counter only a dozen feet
away. Retrieving the tray of food she had prepared earlier, she undid
the stasis covers.
"It's quite good." She heard over her
"Thank you." Seven responded hopeful.
When the blonde came back with the large tray of
steaming mouth-watering food, Janeway's eyes beamed at the
thoughtfulness of her partner. All the side dishes that Kathryn loved
were before her; sliced turkey with gravy, corn on the cob, baked
potatoes, squash and buttered rolls.
"This looks delicious Seven." Janeway
commented in awe as Seven put some food on a plate and handed it to her.
"Do I dare ask what's for desert?"
Their eyes met.
"I hope… I am Kathryn." The ice blue
eyes burned into her partners.
Some time later that evening…
It was almost time to go as the being looked in on
two exceptional humanoids she had come to know. Entering their domain in
essence only, she came upon an unexpected full-bodied display.
The entity watched as the two forms mingle in the
dark, giving and taking of the pleasures of their bodies. One had Irish
skin pressed firmly against German flesh seductively mixed with metallic
On closer examination, into the subdued lighting
of the quarters on deck three, the two figures moving exotically
together, caressing and touching intimately, completely engrossed in
Moans could be distinctly heard as the flesh of
their bodies seemed to melt into each other, oblivious to the outside
world around them.
Or so the entity thought until the compact woman
turned her head as if to search her quarters for something or…
"Kathryn," the voice of the woman
underneath called to her. "Is something wrong?"
"No," the auburn haired woman replied,
yet her eyes still scanned the room, conveying puzzlement.
The blonde woman put her hands; one metallic, one
human, delicately to both cheeks and brought the hazy blue eyes around
to her own. "Then continue loving me, my Kathryn… " She
pleaded enticing her distracted lover with a sensuous kiss.
A wide smile appeared to penetrate the haze of
confusion. "Of course my love." She murmured through the soft
"Hmm," the redhead spoke apparently
having already forgotten about it.
The entity wondered how such a lesser lifeform
could possibly sense her presence, but she shrugged it off, simply
content to watch this display of human affection. It was a shame that
her people had left all forms of pleasure behind once they had evolved
into what they were today.
Yet, she could appreciate what had been lost and
acknowledge at the same time that it was the way of the universe. She,
the Stroyka, one of many higher lifeforms were simply too advanced
intellectually to miss intimacy and had no need for it, yet she
understood its allure to lesser life forms. There were obvious benefits
to being mortal, such as the carnal pleasures of the body when the
participants were suffused with strong emotions for each other.
Looking closer, not realizing the impropriety of
the intrusion had it been within the power of the two human's to see,
the alien presence noted that the redhead had her hand resting in the
crook of her own sex as she pressed carefully into the larger woman
underneath her. This was the action that incited such verbal cries of
euphoria. Grunts filled the air from both participants as the slender
hand of the compact woman penetrated the wet, warm folds of her partner
over and over.
Obviously, the redhead was determined in her task
to physically please the blonde. With her hand in-between her lover's
long legs, she stroked with devotion inside the sweet heat, her lover
gently rising to meet her half way. This ardent motion caused beads of
moisture to trickle down the back of the woman on top.
The blonde moved her long, lanky arms around the
toned torso that hovered above. Sliding through the sweat soaked back,
she clutched at the round firm mass of her partners buttocks. Pulling
the soft mound of muscle towards her, she rocked it into her own hot
body causing more shouts of ecstasy from the women.
The entity swirled its essence around the two
humans trying to study this mating phenomenon from their perspective. It
was more up close and personal than she expected. It had been awhile.
The entity could feel what they felt. The close
contact of their hot flesh; motion plus emotion collided to become so
deep within, deeper than the actual penetration taking place, going
beyond the physical and into the metaphysical.
The auburn haired woman leaned in to take the
gasping mouth in a searing impassioned kiss. Sweet breaths mingled as
she danced her lips around the blonde's practically non-responsive
mouth, taking the soft muscle into her own.
The larger woman couldn't respond, so lost she was
in sensation. A body wide tightness engulfed the golden one. The walls
to her vagina stretched and contracted exquisitely with each loving
thrust. Pressure rose exponentially… to the sweet friction created.
Finally unable to withstand it, her body erupted
from deep within. She cried out through clenched teeth the name of the
woman delivering her to this expressive pinnacle.
Liquid fire spread throughout her veins, burning a
path through blood vessels and capillaries alike, torching her body in
the aftermath and igniting her soul with the sensual embrace of
Her vagina convulsed, shudders spread throughout
her body and all her liquids of fulfillment gushed out in sweet release.
"Oh… " The blonde choked out. "K…Kathryn…"
Witnessing her golden lover's climax coupled with
the pounding Kathryn's distended pearl of pleasure had taken by the back
of her own hand, sent the smaller human over the edge. The sensitive
nodule sent ripples cascading through her sex and up into her chest
before the tremors reached her head causing her to rear up and fling her
auburn mane back.
"Ohhhh," The redhead groaned gruffly.
"I've missed you… Annika."
After the duel vocalizations ended, the compact
woman laid completely sprawled out on top of her lover, her head resting
comfortably on the blonde's shoulder.
The room became errily quiet except for elevated
breathing. Joy and contentment flooded both hearts, before both women
quickly fell asleep.
Withdrawing her essence, the entity smiled before
leaving the star-crossed lover's, wondering if she would ever have
reason to come across them again.
Such a lovely humanoid couple, the Stroyka mused.