Advent Calendar 2011

Double Trouble Love 

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

By Gun Brooke



Door 14


Miranda did something she rarely would do under normal circumstances. She took a step back, let her staff do their job while she schmoozed. On any other occasion, Miranda would rather take a phaser beam to the head, or even wear off-the-rack replicated clothes, but now she sat between Admiral Janeway and Seven of Nine, listening intently at Janeway telling the story of how Seven had more or less fallen into her hands.

Not oblivious to the palpable undercurrent, Miranda saw the looks exchanged by the two women on either side of her, especially when Janeway recounted the part where she’d had to throw Seven in the brig.

“She actually launched at me. I thought I cracked some ribs. Seven is very strong now, but back then, when your Borg implants were still very much operative, you were superhuman.”

“I never knew I injured you, Cap—Admiral.” Seven did not return Janeway’s smile.

“You didn’t. Not really. And certainly not compared to how many times you saved my life, and everybody else’s on Voyager.” Janeway’s eyes softened to a mellow blue. Miranda had thought them grey only a moment ago. This was interesting and something she would need Weoyah K’lach to capture. She made a mental note that these two would have to be present for each other’s shoots, even if not in the same one every time.

“So, Seven, do you have any Janeway-stories to share?” Miranda turned to the statuesque blonde. “This is your chance to reciprocate.”

“I see.” A faint smile ghosted across Seven’s narrow features. “There was that time when the captain was stuck in the holodeck. Monochrome colors as an addition to the experience.”

“Gods, not the Captain Proton scenario.” Janeway actually groaned and covered her eyes with her hand.

“Not to mention, Chaotica,” Seven added, sounding helpful, bordering on gleeful.

“Chaotica?” Miranda raised her eyebrows. She could tell that a few others had gathered around them, Andrea one of them. She was standing just behind Miranda’s right shoulder.

“A holofiction character that my darling husband dreamed up.” B’Elanna sat down next to Janeway, sipping some water. “This was before we were married, and Tom had an affinity for big-busted blondes—no offense, Seven.”

“None taken.” Seven smirked. “After all, I can say I count my blessings that he didn’t marry his former ideal.”

B’Elanna surprised Miranda by giving a raucous laughter. “Oh, ain’t that the truth.” She gazed down at herself. “And breastfeeding hasn’t exactly perked anything up. Continue your story, Seven.”

“The captain was the only one who could go into the holodeck and convince the holodeck characters to stop their attack, which was perceived by some real photonic aliens as a genuine aggression by Voyager.”

“Astonishing.” Miranda found herself mesmerized. She leaned towards Seven and patted the opposite armrest on her chair. “Sit down, Andrea.”


“By all means, make me repeat myself, since you know how I relish doing that.”

Andrea sat down before she finished the sentence, making everybody chuckle. Miranda motioned for Seven to continue.

“The captain had to try and fool Doctor Chaotica with her pheromones, a substance irresistible to him, and she did a very fine job of it, thus saving the ship and its crew. I am certain that no other crewmember would have been able to undertake the roll of Arachnia.”

“What? You were dressed as a spider, Admiral?”

“I was, in a sense. Think of a black and white old movie from centuries ago, hair in a black bob, and a tall spider collar. How could I not be irresistible? What one does for one’s crew?” Janeway laughed, looking so tenderly at Seven, Miranda heard Andrea gasp.

“Black and white. Hm.”

“You are thinking about a recreation, aren’t you?” Andrea murmured.

“You read my mind very well.”

“It’s why you pay me so many credits.”

“Please.” Miranda swatted the air in Andrea’s direction. “Seven you have provided me with a fabulous idea. I would never have thought of it if it was not for your attention to detail.”

“Really.” Seven looked vaguely surprised. “May I ask what I thought of?”

The crowd chuckled again and Miranda smiled good-naturedly. She hadn’t felt the creative juices overflow like this in ages. “You may. We need to work fast, since we only have two and a half day to pull this off. Andrea, Jocelyn, Nigel and Weoyah, set up a conference table and arrange seating for every Voyager member and yourselves. We are going to use a whole new concept.”

“We are?” Andrea asked weakly.

“We are. I don’t know why nor I neither any of you thought of this concept.” Miranda stood among her minions and the women of Voyager. “We’re going to have these lovely ladies reminisce just like the admiral and Seven of Nine just did, and we are going to come up with ten scenarios from their voyage back to the Alpha Quadrant. Just remember this, everybody. Think: couture!”


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

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.