Advent Calendar 2011

Double Trouble Love 

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

By Gun Brooke

 

 

 

Door 12

 

Janeway’s mind whirled, circling around Seven’s impossible words. “What does that mean?”

“It means that I have terminated my relationship with Chakotay. It was not fair to him. He should pursue someone who is completely devoted to a future with him.”

“The way I see it, you deserve someone who actually listens and believes in you.” Janeway knew her voice was curt. “He should’ve listened.”

“You would have. You have.” Seven lowered her gaze. “I knew you would. Unless we had an emergency unfolding on Voyager, you were always ready to listen, to discuss. I always took such pleasure in our activities, whether we were philosophical discussions or playing Velocity.”

“As did I, Seven.” Janeway felt as if her inside suddenly had become liquid. She had been under the impression that Seven and Chakotay were building their future together, happily co-habiting on the campus of his university. Learning now that Seven had been utterly unhappy was like a knife between her ribs. Janeway wasn’t ready to address Seven’s revelation that she would not have been unhappy if she’d been living with her. “I’m sorry you were so miserable. Why didn’t you contact me?”

“I had to find out the truth of my feelings for myself, just as I needed to prove to myself that I could be on my own. I did talk to B’Elanna Torres-Paris a few times.”

“B’Elanna?” Janeway blinked. “I didn’t know you were ever close?”

“We were not. However, I would like to believe that we are closer now. She has been most understanding and helpful.” Seven colored. “In fact, she claims it has been of assistance to her, being able to talk to me. I did not realize how much apprehension she harbored, coming back to the Alpha Quadrant. To Earth.”

“All of the Marquis were, I think. They were not always treated so well, by some. Nobody received as horrible a ‘welcome’ as you, though, Seven. Nechayev were completely out of line.”

“Yes.” Seven didn’t object. “She lost family members to the Borg. In her eyes, I was the one who destroyed her family. It could have been me. If I dig deep enough, I probably could conjure up memories of their deaths.”

“Seven!” Janeway stepped close to her. “Don’t ever think that. Don’t ever attempt any such thing. I remember what you went through, we all went through, when you suffered that multiple personality disorder, when we came upon that active Borg beacon. I don’t ever want you to have to deal with such a thing again.”

“Kathryn.” Seven’s eyes widened. “I would not do that. Trust me, I do not have any wish to remember such a thing.” She placed her hands on Janeway’s arms. “Do not be upset with me. I do not think I can stand it.”

“I’m not. I mean, I am, but not with you. I’m furious at Chakotay. I’m confused by the implication of what you told me. About your feelings. About mine.”

“Yours?” Seven raised her human eyebrow. “Why would you be confused regarding your own feelings? You were my commanding officer. My friend, when possible. What more could there be?”

Janeway realized then and there that Seven had accepted what she perceived Janeway’s feelings for her to be. Seven had told Janeway of her own emotions, without expecting anything in return. She wasn’t after any reciprocation; perhaps she didn’t even want it. Her life had been complicated enough as it was, with interrogations, downright bullying, and Chakotay’s unexplainable indifference. Janeway lifted her own hands, placing them on Seven’s hips.

“A lot more. I’m not going to pretend I have all the answers, but I have a few. First of all, we’re going to have to suffer through this photo shoot and be at the mercy of Miranda Priestly. Second, the situation at Daystrom’s will be corrected—today. Ah-ah! Don’t even think to object. It’s time they learned that you have friends in high places. You’re also going to make a list of other places you’d be interested in working at. Thirdly, and this of course, is up to you. You said you would’ve endured close quarters if you’d shared them with me instead. Did you mean it?”

“Yes.” Seven swallowed.

“Good. I want you to move in here and stay with me, while we figure things out. I have enough space and a private transporter. It’s actually a Grade transporter. This means you can go anywhere planetside and to any ship and space station in orbit instantly.” Janeway squeezed Seven’s hips. “What do you think?”

“Can I trust you are not asking out of a sense of obligation?”

“Yes. You can.”

“Then I…” Seven’s blue eyes misted over with tears. “Then I accept. Thank you, Kathryn.”

“Oh, Seven, don’t cry.” Janeway slid her hands up along Seven’s back and pulled in for a hug. She had never really hugged Seven, not a full-body embrace. When Seven’s arms wrapped themselves around Janeway’s neck, she could feel herself tremble. This new turn of events would either turn out to be the biggest mistake of her life, or the best thing she’d ever done.

 


Continued behind door 13                                                       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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