STAR TREK: VOYAGER
"Shhh…"
An Original J/7 Voyager Story
Ó2008 by Patricia L.
Givens
Aw61 Dare January
2008
Disclaimer #1: This
story is an original work of fiction set in the pre-existing universe of Star
Trek: Voyager. As such, many of the
characters and references used within belong solely to Paramount Pictures. I have borrowed them for the purpose of
creating this scenario and promise to return them unscathed, and smiling, as
soon as I am done. No gain, monetary or
otherwise, is expected from their use and no copyright infringement is intended
or should be inferred.
Disclaimer #2: All
original characters and storylines contained herein belong to the author. (Like
anyone else would claim them! J
) This story may be archived upon
request with the stipulation that it must be posted exactly as it was written,
with all disclaimers intact.
Disclaimer #3: This
story is no where near long enough to offend anyone. If you are offended then for goodness sake
get a smaller stick to shove up your butt!
Who To Blame: AW61 because she made
up the premise. 250 words in which
Janeway has to tell Seven how she feels without dialogue or sex. (I hate you.
;D ) (This is the expanded version; the 250 word version is in the middle of
this longer bit).
This one is dedicated to AW61. Cuz it should be.
Somebody got a major asswhuppin’ during the writing of this
story but since I only get a certain amount of words you’re just gonna have to
imagine it.
To all that makes us unique!
DAx =/\=
Janeway
looked around the small cell that she and Seven were being held in for the
hundredth time and frowned. There were
no windows or cameras, but she knew their captors were listening, they had
never stopped listening. That was how
they had known all about their last escape attempt.
She looked
over at the young blonde slumped against the wall, her heart aching at the
lines of pain around her mouth and eyes, the gorgeous blue eyes that were now
shut tightly against the pain in her side that her Borg enhanced hand
protectively covered. Janeway didn’t have to remove the biosuit to know what
she would find; spongy discolored flesh that gave away the broken ribs beneath.
The
beatings were getting worse. This last
time the aliens didn’t even ask any questions, they merely stepped into the
room and proceeded to cover their bodies liberally with blows. She could still feel how the tall blonde had
covered her small frame with her much larger one, absorbing most of the damage
with her own strongly enhanced muscles.
They were
running out of time.
Seven
opened her eyes and looked at her, opening her mouth to speak but Janeway
silenced her by placing two of her fingers on her lips and shaking her
head. The Borg’s eyes softened at the
contact and the Captain breathed in sharply, her heart racing at the look of
adoration on the young woman’s face.
This might
be the last few moments of their time together in this existence. She could not bring herself to let them go
without Seven knowing just how much she meant to her. But how was she to do it, without giving
their captors anymore to use against them?
Moving
closer, Janeway straddled the long legs stretched out on the floor and then
leaned back on her heels. She placed her
open palm gently over the blonde’s chest, right above her heart, mouthing the
word ‘mine’. Then she took the Borg
enhanced hand within her own and kissed the center of the palm before laying it
over her own heart and mouthing the words ‘yours… always’. Filled with tenderness, she watched as
Seven’s eyes widened, not stopping her as the Borg trailed tentative fingertips
down between her breasts and across her stomach before coming to rest
possessively on her hip.
Janeway
leaned forward, moving slowly so as to not put any pressure on the younger
woman’s damaged side. She stopped when
her mouth was a breath away from the full lips she had wanted to taste for
longer than she could remember. A slow
smile curved her own lips and it was with delight that she saw it
returned. Closing the distance between
them, she lost herself in the softness of Seven’s mouth as she felt her heart
expand in her chest and felt a golden light spread throughout her that filled her
with peace as everything went absolutely silent.
It took her
a moment to realize the golden light was outside of her as well. And that they
were both being liberally peppered with debris that stung as it impacted with
the bruised skin showing through their torn uniforms.
Turning her
head, Janeway blinked into the harsh light behind her, using her small form to
shield Seven’s damaged body protectively as her eyes adjusted to the glare.
When they
finally did, she felt her whole body slump in relief and heard a laugh of joy
bubble up from within her.
Standing
behind her, armed to the teeth, was Tuvok and a complement of his advanced
security squad.
Janeway
turned her brilliant smile on the young woman beneath her, once again placing a
finger against her lips when she saw that the blonde was trying to speak. “Shhh…”
She whispered. “We have all the
time in the world to talk about this later…”