STAR TREK: VOYAGER
"The Water Witch"
An Original J/7 Voyager Story
Ó2007 by Patricia L.
Givens
December 2007
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 does depict a romantic relationship between two women and it will
probably be graphic cuz I iz in da ready room pervin on dem both. If this bothers you then that means I wrote
it correctly and if you tell me it bothers you I will simply throw things at
your head until you go away. If you are
under 18 then take notes. If this is
illegal where you are then maybe
Who To Blame: Thanks must go out to
Ky, for putting up with me when I tell her to fuck off. Thanks to Andrea and Annie for pointing out
when I disappear for too long.
This story is dedicated to cygirl1 – for everything she does
for all of us every day of the year. She
has done several pulp covers based on my stories, so this time I am doing a
story based on her pulp cover “Water Witch”.
No Borg implants rusted during the writing of this story
however it was not from Janeway’s lack of trying…
To all that makes us unique!
DAx =/\=
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“Anyone
who says sunshine brings happiness
has never danced in the rain”
Kathryn Janeway
sat on the front porch of her Indiana
She thought it
suited her mood perfectly. Strong and
bitter.
Their arrival
had been met with all the fanfare anyone could have ever asked for. There had been promotions and award
ceremonies followed by long deserved furloughs for everyone she had considered
family and friends for so many years.
She had
declined Starfleet’s offer of an Admirals position, along with the desk job
that came with it. Instead she had hung
on to the four precious bits of brass she had held so dear all the years she
had been lost out in the Delta Quadrant.
The problem
was, once her crew had scattered to the winds, the pips had started to resemble
little more than what they were. A
title. A rank. A word before her name, it was a famous name,
most assuredly, but still just a name.
And without the
people she had spent nearly the last decade safeguarding, they didn’t seem to
carry the same weight within her palm.
Oh she still
loved Starfleet. She still loved being a
Captain. But the idea of accepting
another commission, with a new crew staring at her like some dime store heroine
out of a trade paperback… that part wasn’t so appealing.
Never get too
close.
Those were
words that were pounded into every officer on the command track. Never get too close, never care too much…
never let them in.
But she had.
As hard as she
had tried to fight it, as much as she had fought to keep the command mask in
place the whole time she was on Voyager, they got in.
Every single
one of them.
She had stopped
looking at them as just her responsibility, as just a crew, a part of the
machine. They had become her family and
she missed them with an ache more profound than she had ever thought possible.
One of them in
particular.
Blinking hard
to hold back the tears, she brought the mug to her mouth and drank deeply,
relishing the burning liquid as it slid down her throat to scald her insides.
Physical pain
was nothing. It was simply the body’s
way of telling you what to fear and why.
It could be sublimated, conquered, vanquished.
But this
endless ache… this… overwhelming feeling of loss… that was something else
entirely.
Not that it was
new to her.
Her life had
been an endless series of losses. Her father,
Justin, and then finally Mark, the one she thought she would be able to count
on to be here for her when she returned.
Shaking her
head she realized she wasn’t being very honest with herself. Daddy and Justin… those had been true
losses. Mark’s betrayal had paled in
comparison. He simply hadn’t had enough faith and the truth was, she had lost
faith in their relationship probably a lot sooner than he had, she just hadn’t
wanted to realize it.
And when had
that happened?
She leaned back
in the porch swing and drew her legs up beneath her, her gaze becoming distant
as the landscape faded away to show her the image imprinted on her heart.
Blue eyes,
bright as the Indiana
Kathryn
snorted. What was this romantic
twaddle? I’m getting old. She sighed to herself, realizing
that she had seemed to age exponentially since her return to Earth. It was like she was some flower withering
away without sunlight to nourish it.
Only her
sunlight had been in the form of a contentious, brash, infuriating woman who
never ceased to amaze and charm her every time she turned around.
She had thrived
in that sunlight for four years. She had
betrayed the Temporal Prime Directive to keep that sunlight from being
extinguished, but she had lost it anyway.
She thought
bitterly about the last two messages she had sent to Seven. Neither of them had been answered. From her brief conversations with other
members of her former crew, she knew that the Borg was no longer with Chakotay;
that romance had seemed to fizzle out almost as soon as it had begun, much to
her relief.
She had always
thought her First Officer was a good man with a kind heart, but he had no
business being involved with Seven. Not with
Seven. Seven was…
Was what? She mentally slapped herself. Yours?
But she was,
wasn’t she? She had seen something in
the young woman when all anyone else saw was Borg. She had believed in her, nurtured her,
mentored her… god damn it, she had loved her!
She had given
more of herself to Seven of Nine than she had ever given to anyone else. How could she just leave like that? To just disappear like it all meant nothing…
“Enough!” Janeway growled, lunging to her feet. The mug that had been balanced on her knee
fell to the porch, adding one more dent to its already scarred surface. Picking it up, she shook it violently,
emptying the liquid completely as she stared up at the nearly colorless Indiana
She had hoped
it would be fall when they returned. She
had been almost desperate in her desire to hear the rain beating softly against
the old wooden shingles of the farmhouse.
Or better yet, to hide out in the barn and listen to it thrum against
the tin siding that made up the roof of the structure.
But it was mid
summer. One of the hottest on record and
the dry heat filled her with an arid melancholy that she couldn’t seem to
shake. It was even worse that her mother
was in Paris
So the house
was empty. Just like the sky. Just like her heart.
With a heavy
sigh, she turned and went inside.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Kathryn sat in
the living room, trying to read as the sunlight shining through the window
began to fade. She had traded the mug of
coffee for several glasses of wine, but they hadn’t helped to still either her
restless mind or her wounded heart.
And Emily
Dickinson wasn’t helping either.
With a groan of
frustration she threw the book on the table and dropped her head into her
hands.
“What the hell
am I going to do?” She whispered, her
shoulders beginning to shake as tears quietly slid down her face.
When she pulled
her hands away again, it was to notice that the room had become quite dark,
much more so than it should have been for that time of evening. She stood to go to the window when a flash of
light crackled just outside, followed by an intense rumbling that she felt in
the pit of her stomach.
Running to the
door, she threw it open and gasped at the dark clouds that had settled over the
recently bright sky. As she watched,
large fat drops of rain began to fall, shaking the dust up from the dried
ground as the earth drank them in greedily.
Her heart
opening in wonder, she stepped outside and felt the electricity of the building
storm as it picked up speed, the rain pelting down hard and quick as she turned
her face upwards to be drenched by the warm waters of an uncharacteristic
summer shower.
Laughing
despite herself, she ran out into the yard, spinning in circles as the torrent
poured down, soaking her to the bone in a matter of seconds.
It felt glorious.
For the first
time since she had returned home, she truly felt like she was a part of this
place again. She felt the rain wash away
the anger and the bitterness, felt it cut through her like the blade of a
knife, excising the darkness that had taken up residence in her soul.
This was
life! She laughed. This was what she wanted, what she
needed.
A new beginning.
And it could
be, if she let it.
There were no
more protocols, making her hide her joy behind a mask of dignity and duty, no
more principles to hold her back from going after what she wanted.
She had wasted
so much time, sitting here for months hating how things had turned out and
never once considered that all she had to do… was change them.
All she had to
do was find her… and speak.
Maybe nothing
would change, maybe Seven wouldn’t or couldn’t return the love she felt for
her, but it wouldn’t be from her lack of trying. She didn’t have to be a prisoner to the
uniform she had loved so dearly.
Not anymore.
Joyously, she
ran to the barn, throwing the doors open wide to listen to the hollow echo of
the rain as it fell against the roof.
But she didn’t
go inside.
The warm water
felt too good against her face, against her body, on her skin.
Instead she sat
down, right in a large puddle, laughing to herself as she leaned back on her
elbows.
She knew how
she would look to anyone who might pass by.
They would point and whisper that the famous Captain had finally gone
‘round the bend. But she honestly just
didn’t give a damn.
Some time later
she stood up stiffly. She couldn’t tell
what time it was, the cloud cover was hiding the moon and the rain hid the
sounds of the loons that called late in the evening. All she knew was that she had been sitting
there for quite some time, smiling contentedly to herself.
And it was
enough.
She turned to
head back to the house and stopped dead in her tracks.
Someone was
standing just at the bottom of the porch stairs, watching her. Whoever it was had to have been there for
quite some time as they looked just as drenched as she was.
As she stood
staring, the person began to move closer and suddenly her heart caught in her
chest.
The clothes
were unfamiliar, but the walk… she would know that walk anywhere.
“Seven?” She called.
The Borg did
not answer until she was less than a foot away.
The blonde head came up and the blue eyes flashed a fire at her that she
felt all the way to her toes. “Captain.”
“Seven!” Janeway grabbed her and held her close,
feeling the taller woman shiver slightly in her arms. “You’re soaked.”
“As are you.”
She looked at
the Borg more closely and saw that she was not just wearing an overcoat, but
jeans and a black button down shirt as well.
“Where is your biosuit? You must
be freezing!”
Seven did not
answer she merely stared at the smaller woman with a look akin to wonder on her
face.
“Come
here.” Kathryn grabbed her by the arm
and led her into the barn, pulling the doors shut behind them. She led her over to an old wood burning stove
which she fired up with an easy grace.
Grabbing a clean horse blanket from one of the shelves she pulled off
the blonde’s overcoat. “Get out of those
things or you’ll catch your death.”
Again, Seven
merely looked at her, but offered no resistance as the older woman quickly stripped
her down to her undergarments and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders,
looking at her in concern when she realized that the younger woman’s teeth were
chattering.
“What on earth
were you doing standing out in the rain?”
She demanded.
“Watching you.”
“Watching
me?” Kathryn blinked. “Watching me do what?”
“I am
uncertain.” The Borg blushed
slightly. “But it was… remarkable.”
The older woman
grinned. “Remarkable? Watching an old fool playing in a puddle?”
“You are
neither old, nor a fool.” The blue eyes
burned into her intensely and Kathryn swallowed.
“What are you
doing here?”
“Looking for
you.”
Kathryn
frowned. “Was I lost?”
“To me,
yes.” Seven pulled the blanket around
her more tightly. “I have been trying to
find you for the last two months.
Starfleet… was not helpful. It
seems that they were not willing to give the location of an individual as
important as you to someone who posed such an obvious threat.”
“But I sent you
letters…”
The Borg’s head
shot up. “You did?” Something tender seemed to flash across her
features for a moment and then was gone so quickly Kathryn thought she might have
imagined it. “I did not receive them.”
“You couldn’t
locate me through one of the crew?”
“I was not
allowed access to their locations either.”
“I don’t
understand…” The older woman stripped
off her wet shirt and slacks and pulled another blanket around her own
shoulders. “With your abilities you
could have broken into Starfleet’s databases easily.”
Seven
frowned. “And prove their misconceptions
of me to be true?”
Kathryn nodded
slowly. “Then how did you find me?”
The Borg seemed
to flush slightly. “I went to Paris
“You looked up
Phoebe?” Her eyes widened.
“Yes. As she is not military personnel her records
were not sealed to me. I found the
gallery that is showing her artwork and spoke to her… and your mother.”
“My
mother…” Kathryn sat down on a bench and
pulled the blonde down next to her.
“Ok. When was this?”
“This
afternoon. When they informed me that
you were staying here at your family’s farmhouse, I transported in
immediately.”
The redhead
stared at her in amazement. “Why?”
Seven looked
down at the ground, then away into the fire burning merrily in the stove. Finally Kathryn reached out and took her by
the chin, turning her face so she could look into her eyes. “Why?”
The Borg took a
deep breath. “Because it did not end
when we returned to Earth.”
“What didn’t
end?”
“Any of
it.” The blonde’s voice was very small,
her eyes full of tears. “I had thought
that when our voyage ended, the necessity of having you in my life would also
end. And that even if it did not, it would
be something I would have to learn to live without; that you would want your
own life, away from us, away from… me.”
She swallowed. “But the need did
not lessen. It became greater. I found that I… missed your presence.”
“You needed my
help.” Kathryn said softly.
“No!” Seven stared directly into her eyes. “I did not need you to mentor me, or to teach
me anything further about humanity. I
needed you…”
“You needed
me…” Janeway pressed gently. “Go on.”
“That is
all. I have no other words with which to
describe the emptiness I felt in your absence.
I needed you.”
Kathryn felt
her heart swell painfully. She placed
both of her hands on the young woman’s face.
“I need you too.”
The young woman
stared at her hopefully, as if she was unsure whether or not to trust what she
had just heard. “You… do?”
“Yes I
do.” Kathryn laughed. “Very much.”
She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. “Seven I have been very foolish. When we made it home, I let go of more than
just my command of Voyager. I let go of
everything, except my command mask. I
brought that back here with me. I let
myself hang on to all the old arguments and reasons I had for never getting
close to people on board the ship, even though I know that it didn’t work then
and it still doesn’t work now. I have
missed our family every day. I let
myself believe that you had all moved on and that I was just a part of your
past. I let myself get bitter. I let myself get old.” She smiled.
“And then it rained.”
“And the rain is
somehow significant?”
“Yes it
is.” She took Seven’s hands in her
own. “When I was a girl, I used to love
to play in the rain, to dance in it. I
always felt as though it renewed me. It
made me feel as though anything were possible.
When it rained tonight, it was like a message for me to get over myself,
to stop hanging on to all of the reasons I had for not truly living, for not
going after the things I wanted… the things I needed.”
“I am one of
those things?” Seven asked, wonder in
her voice.
“You are every
one of those things.” A loud crash of
thunder came from outside and the rain intensified; slamming into the tin roof
as though the skies had opened above them.
She noticed the younger woman had begun to shiver again and pulled the
blanket from her own shoulders, laying it over the sweet smelling hay that
covered the barn floor. “Lay down.”
Seven blinked
in confusion.
“We’re going to
have to stay here for a while and you’re freezing. If we lay down together we can keep each
other warm.”
Slowly, the
Borg stood and allowed Kathryn to pull the blanket from her shoulders. The older woman tried not to stare at the
sight before her.
Seven’s
undergarments consisted of a white tank top and a small wisp of scalloped lace
around her hips. Her hair was still damp
and it hung around her face, clinging to her shoulders lovingly as she
gracefully sank to the floor.
Swallowing, Kathryn lay down beside her, pulling the other blanket over
them both before wrapping her arms and legs around the shivering form beside
her. She heard the blonde take in a
sharp breath and felt her heart thudding hard within her chest, matching her
own as strong arms wrapped snugly behind her back.
“Better?” She whispered into the leonine neck.
Seven didn’t
answer.
Kathryn pulled
her head back and looked into pale blue eyes that seemed slightly
unfocused. “Seven?”
“Kathryn…”
Her name
whispered in Seven’s voice burned through her like fire. Unable to stop herself, she covered the
blonde’s mouth with her own, drinking in the small gasp that escaped from her
parted lips.
The kiss was
slow and sensuous, and when her tongue reached out to caress Seven’s lips, they
parted further to allow her inside. She
tasted so sweet, like nothing she had ever experienced before and Kathryn
thought she might pass out from the rate at which her heart was beating. She realized the younger woman’s body was
shaking uncontrollably and pulled away.
“Seven? Are you still cold?”
“No, Kathryn.” The Borg reached up and touched her lips
softly. “I am warm. I am very, very warm.”
“Do you want me
to stop?”
“No!” She slid her fingers into her hair and pulled
her close, pressing their lips together in another heart melting kiss.
Seven’s scent
surrounded her, warm and sweet and Kathryn felt herself getting lost in
it. Her hands slid down the small of
Seven’s back to curve around her hips and up over her abdomen where she traced
the bands of an implant gently, relishing the small shudders of pleasure it
elicited from the woman beside her.
Carefully, she rolled them over until she lay fully on top of
Seven. The Borg’s legs parted naturally
to allow Kathryn’s thigh to fit snugly between them.
Seven gasped
when the firm muscle came in contact with her intimate flesh, barely covered as
it was with the silk lace. She felt the
area flood with moisture as her hips surged up into the contact.
Kathryn moaned
as Seven began to rub against her.
Slowly, she allowed her fingers to trail up the smooth skin of the
younger woman’s chest until they met the soft swells of her breasts. Her palm slid languidly over one nipple and
she drank in Seven’s muffled cry with her mouth before sliding her lips down to
bite lightly at the pulse that fluttered wildly in the blonde’s throat.
“Kathryn…” Seven whispered breathlessly. “What are you doing to me…”
The older
woman’s fingers closed firmly over her nipple as she answered. “I’m loving you.”
Then there were
no more words as Kathryn pulled the tank top over her head, exposing her
breasts to fire warmed air. She watched
in fascination as they pebbled before her eyes, becoming stiff peaks that she
had to taste with her lips. Slowly she
covered one with her mouth, reveling in the small cries of ecstasy it drew from
the younger woman. Biting gently on one,
she continued to tease the other with her fingertips and felt the Borg’s long
slender fingers curl tightly into her hair, holding her firmly against her
chest. The skin of her thigh was
becoming slick through the silk that separated her from Seven’s center, driving
her crazy with desire.
Slowly, she
slid her hand down the younger woman’s stomach, easing her fingers underneath
the thin band of lace to play lightly in the moist curls she found there before
sliding between the wet folds.
Seven’s
breathing stopped as she found the engorged ridge of her sex, and she stopped
briefly to whisper, “Seven…Seven, look at me.”
The Borg opened
her eyes to gaze at her dazedly.
“You need to
breath.” Kathryn smiled.
Seven drew in a
long shuddering breath. “I will…attempt…
to comply.”
Kathryn laughed
softly as her fingers continued their exploration, lovingly caressing the
bundle of nerves at the top of her cleft.
Seven whimpered
as waves of feeling washed over her. All
of the research she had done into human sexuality had not prepared her for the
actual experience of this moment. She
found her great intellect no help in separating the multitudes of emotions and
sensations her body was going through.
The pleasure was too intense and her body would not obey her minds
instructions to slow down and allow her to process them. Instead it increased its tempo, writhing
furiously beneath the smaller woman’s ministrations as she felt herself moving
towards the edge of some great precipice, some huge moment of exquisiteness
that Kathryn was creating with nothing more than her fingers and her lips. She felt the smaller woman begin to slide
further down her body, felt the lace begin pulled down and off her body and
then she felt those lips, those soft, all consuming lips, close over the
swollen nerves where her fingers had just been.
Her hips began to buck wildly as Kathryn’s soft gentle tongue reached
out to caress her, sending her crashing over the edge, her mind in chaos as her
body shook with pure ecstasy.
Kathryn drank
in the taste of her young lover greedily.
Her essence was sweet and clean, almost like the rain, and it bathed her
face as they danced together this time.
It was almost
with regret that she felt Seven climax, felt her body stiffen and then shake
uncontrollably. Sliding back up, she
wrapped her arms and legs around the younger woman, whispering to her
soothingly as she kissed the tears from her cheeks.
Long moments
passed as Seven’s body slowly relaxed in her embrace. “Kathryn…”
She whispered. “That was… phenomenal.”
The older woman
smiled, kissing the pulse that still beat wildly in her lover’s throat. “I thought it was pretty nice myself.” She ran her fingertip across Seven’s lips. “I love you, you know.”
Seven looked
down at her in surprise. “You do?”
“Yes I do. I have for quite a while.”
The Borg held
her tightly. “I love you as well.” She kissed the top of her Captain’s
head. “What happens now?”
Kathryn Janeway
smiled. “Oh, I’m sure we’ll figure it
out. It looks like it’s going to be
raining for quite some time.”
Pulp Cover by cygirl1!
