Advent Calendar 2011

Double Trouble Love 

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

By Gun Brooke



Door 17


Andy walked over to Seven, a bit worried since the statuesque blonde seemed to distance herself from the others. She had observed the Voyager Women, and even if they looked pleased to be together, Andy noticed tension around Seven’s eyes and lips at times.

“Care for some salad, Seven?” Andy motioned toward the tables where the caterer set up.

“No, thank you, Andrea Sachs. I do not require solid nut—I apologize. I am not hungry.”

“That’s all right. You can grab something when you are.” Andy spoke with deliberate ease. “Seems Kathryn and Miranda went off to chat. Want to join me over in the shade? Like me, I’m sure you blister in the sun.”

“I did not use to. I do now, since my nano-probes become increasingly obsolete.” Seven joined Andy on some portable chairs under a tree. “How long have you worked for Miranda?”

“Two years, just about.” Andy smiled. “It’s been quite the learning curve, but nothing like yours, I would imagine. I admire how you handle the return to the Alpha Quadrant. Especially since I understand you have few memories from this part of the galaxy.”

“I had the best mentors to prepare me. Also, reconnecting with my Aunt Irene has helped.” Seven relaxed marginally. “Nobody has been more instrumental than Capt—Kathryn.” Seven looked annoyed. “I keep slipping back to her former rank. It is not my intention to demote her.”

“Oh, I’d never assume it was. Think of it this way, it’s a very human trait to fall into old habits. I think that’s a true testament if anything how you’ve regained what makes us humans.” Andy grinned and elbowed Seven playfully. “And, who wouldn’t get tongue-tied and forgetful around such a stunning woman as the admiral, right?”

“Indeed. However, you should not be so ‘high and mighty’. I have heard you stutter around Miranda. Three times.” Seven looked triumphant.

“Gods, that’s true. She has a way of looking at you…I used to call it flesh melting.”

Seven looked aghast.

“No, no, Seven. Merely an expression. Miranda doesn’t actually melt people’s faces off.”

“I was starting to debate your taste in women.”

“In wha--…in women? What?”

“You are stuttering again.” Seven observed her. “And your facial capillaries are suffused, your pupils dilated by sixty-three percent, and your respiration has increased by fifty-two percent. Interesting.”

“Ha. Look who’s talking. Says the woman who follows the admiral with eyes ready to devour and…you look like you think you’ll never see her again.” Andy’s voice went from teasing to caring. “You care about her. Very much.”

“As do you.”

“Yes.” Andy drew a deep, trembling breath. “I wondered how long I would I’d be able to convince myself that it was hero worship, a power-crush.”

“That she was your mentor only. A mother-figure.” Seven tipped her head back, sighing. “I have asked myself this many times. I tried to live with a man I really cared for.”

“Me too. His name was Nate, and he is a chef. It ended badly.”

“My best friend is a Talaxian chef,” Seven said absent-mindedly. “His name is Neelix and he’s still in the Delta Quadrant.”

“Was that the one you lived with?”

“No. No.” Seven smiled, shaking her head. “My former mate was Voyager’s first officer, Chakotay. He still lives at the campus of the university. I have ‘moved on’.”

“If it was half as ugly as my breakup was, you have my sympathy.”

“It was not pretty.”

They sat in silence for a while, Andy with her head resting against the tree. It wasn’t hard to see the similarities between her and Seven, and yet they were so very different as well. This, in Andy’s book, made for a potentially great friendship, something she’d try to pursue. There was no one she could normally talk to about Miranda. Her parents hated her boss, called her every name in the book for working their daughter too hard. It didn’t matter that Andy tried to explain how much she’d learned, how much she’d grown. Not even Miranda knew just how much.

Andy fingered the hem of the skirt and smiled.

“That is a nice looking garment. The entire outfit.” Seven looked like she meant it, her eyes following Andy’s fingers.

“Thank you. I—I made it.”

“You created this?” Seven’s human eyebrow rose. “As in replicated it from a pattern?”

“Heavens, no. I sewed it. On a sewing machine.”

“I have not come across such an apparatus.” Clearly intrigued, Seven carefully touched the intricate stitches on Andy’s sleeve. “Did you invent the design as well? It is flawless.”

“I did. And you can’t tell anyone, Seven. This is my…well, my secret. I haven’t told anyone that I tried my hand at designing, and sewing. This is the first time I wore any of my own design to work. I thought I’d show it off when Miranda was focusing on you and Kathryn and the others. Trust Miranda to spot it right away. I didn’t tell her I was the designer. I put a pseudonym on the label. Sarah Candes.”

“I see. An anagram for Andrea Sachs.”

“Oh, Gods. Promise you won’t tell anyone. Not yet. Not until I’ve explained this to Miranda.”

“Explained what to me, Andrea?” Miranda suddenly stood in front of them, looking furious.


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Star Trek Voyager
Rating: G -- NC-17 (depending on which door)

Andy/Miranda - Janeway/Seven

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Admiral Janeway is less than pleased, but the decision is taken and little does she know what this shoot will set in motion.