Advent Calendar 2011

Double Trouble Love 

(Cross-over Janeway/Seven (STV) – Andy/Miranda (DWP))

By Gun Brooke

 

 

 

Door 11

 

Seven watched how Janeway’s eyes turned from blue to grey the longer Seven spoke. She recognized the signs. The admiral was furious.

“He thought I was reading things into what they said, what they did.”

“Why?”

“I do not know. Chakotay was busy reacquainting himself with going back to teaching at the academy. He was not there to see for himself. I do not think he is quite himself, after the briefings he went through.”

“He should’ve listened to you. I know Starfleet put him and the other Maquis through the wringer, but that’s nothing compared to what they put you through.” Janeway stabbed the chicken as if to kill it a second time.

“You know?” Seven trembled. She did not like thinking back to those weeks she had been virtually incarcerated while interrogated that woman, Admiral Nechayev, who hated everything Borg with such passion, she would have sent Seven to labor camps on a desolate asteroid, given the chance. “How?”

“I’m brass now, you know.” Janeway’s eyes, now a stormy dark grey pierced Seven. “When I learned that you were not released when the Maquis was, I began making enquiries. I grew cold when I learned who’d gotten her vindictive hands on you. I used every single favor people owed me to get her removed. Once she was…” Janeway gasped softly. “You were free to join Chakotay and start your life. Build a home.”

“I regret that your hopes did not come to fruition.” Seven fought the tears that would only bring physical pain if she let them run. She had learned that the hard way. “We stayed at a guest facility at first, and later at quarters provided by the academy. They were only meant for one resident, but Chakotay had made promises that it was only temporary. “ Seven gazed up from her food, exasperated at her stormy emotions that threatened to overpower her. “When my situation at Daystrom’s did not improve, and he constantly blamed me, the closeness of these quarters became the reason for what happened next.” Seven trembled so much now, she could not successfully hold on to the utensils. Knowing she was acting outside what was considered polite, she rose from the table and strode over to the window. She stared at the jewel like view of San Francisco at night.

“Seven?” Janeway startled her by placing a gentle hand at the small of her back. “Tell me the rest.”

“It was not one big fight, one crescendo, that finished our relationship. It was the quarters.”

“That they were small, too small? Surely you could’ve gotten a bigger place?” Janeway was clearly confused.

“No. You do not understand, Kathryn. The quarters were not the reason, but the variable that showed me why my life with Chakotay would be one huge mistake from the beginning to the end.”

“I don’t understand. Can you explain, Seven?” Janeway wrapped her arm around Seven’s waist and looked up at her with unwavering eyes.

“I kept thinking back to my time on Voyager. I missed the ship, the crew, and you.” Her voice nearly broke and Seven pressed the back of her human hand against her neck. “It was forty three days ago, when I stood alone in the miniscule quarters, gazing around the room, that I knew.”

“Knew what, Seven?” Janeway prodded gently, her hand making small, soothing circles on her back.”

“Kathryn.” Seven turned and cupped Janeway’s cheek with her Borg hand. Her nano-probes failed miserably to regulate her heart rhythm, instead the muscle in her chest pounded wildly. “I knew, beyond any doubt, that I would not have minded living in even smaller quarters, if I lived there with you.”

 


Continued behind door 12                                                       Back

Disclaimer:
Fox and Paramount own the rights to the movie and tv-show respectively. I only play with them for fun, and no copyright infringement is ever intended.

Fandoms:
The Devil Wears Prada
Star Trek Voyager
Rating: G -- NC-17 (depending on which door)

Pairings:
Andy/Miranda - Janeway/Seven

Summary: Post Endgame story. The year is 2379 and Voyager has been home in the Alpha Quadrant a year. Miranda Priestly, editor-in-cheif for the renowned fashion holo-magazine, Runway, intends to commemorate this by doing a fashion shoot with some of the women from the famous ship.
Admiral Janeway is less than pleased, but the decision is taken and little does she know what this shoot will set in motion.

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