Advent Calendar 2011

Double Trouble Love 

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

By Gun Brooke

 

 

 

Door 4

 

Janeway stood by the window, gazing out over San Francisco. Starfleet headquarters were located with a magnificent view of the city that had seen everything from complete destruction due to earthquakes, riots and war. Now it was a serene place, with lots of green parks, clean and home to the military part of the Federation. She trembled and fought down nausea. These attacks happened less often now, but she was still overwhelmed when they did. Janeway took a deep breath, hugging herself to try and stop the tremors.

“Admiral?” Seven all of a sudden stood behind her. She moved with her usual stealth, which was hardly a surprise. Janeway knew she had stormed out like a prima donna, but she also knew that the former members of her crew knew why.

“Yes, yes, Seven. I know.” Janeway raised her hand. “I’ll be right there.”

“Are you all right?” Seven stood close, her scent, so familiar, and yet knew she she’d clearly added to it. Perhaps soap. Or lotion.

“I’m fine. I was just a bit taken aback. I hadn’t thought she’d provide actual props at these shoots.”

“The only reason I am participating in this superfluous endeavor is that Miranda Priestly’s assistant possesses an impressive talent for persuasion.” Seven reached into her satchel. “Here, Admiral.” She handed over a tissue.

“Wha—oh.” Feeling vulnerable, and hating it, Janeway wiped at the tears clinging to her lashes. “Andy Sachs, yes. She was so strong and self-confident via the view screen. I was surprised to see her so—nervous? I guess that when Miranda Priestly is present, most of us fade into the background.” Janeway smiled. “Not you, though. You look amazing and I know very little fazes you.”

“Or you.”

“That’s true, most days.” Janeway gently cupped Seven’s elbows, looking into her ice-blue eyes. “Seeing you again, realizing how much I’ve missed you, certainly doesn’t leave me indifferent.”

“Capt—Admiral.” Seven winced visible. “I have missed you also.” She looked uncomfortable in that way that only Seven could. The expression was familiar and brought back memories from Seven’s first difficult transition when Janeway had severed her from the Borg collective.

“Admiral?” The young voice belonging to Andy spoke behind them.

“Andy Sachs. We will be with you shortly.”

“I’m so sorry,” Andy gushed. “Neither Miranda nor I realized that the Delta Flyer held such strong memories. We should’ve known better.” She looked devastated.

“You’re hardly to blame for what transpired in the Delta Quadrant, nor is your boss.” Janeway had to take pity on the doe eyed young woman. She reminded her of Seven in many ways. Perhaps it was this wide eyed confusion that Seven had so often expressed in her early days.

“I’m feeling better,” Janeway said. “Should we rejoin Miranda and the others?”

“Yes.”

They walked back to the conference room. “I apologize, Miranda, for my lack of control. I hope you understand that this won’t happen again.”

“Admiral, I’m sorry if anything I said or did caused you grief.” Miranda Priestly looked contrite, but her words sounded more rehearsed than anything.

“Don’t give it a second thought. Now that I know, I—we will adapt.” Janeway winked at the tall woman next to her. “Won’t we, Seven?”

“Certainly, Admiral. I can see I have taught you well.”

Janeway snorted, looking at new delight at Seven. The unexpected humor was yet another sign that Seven had continued to develop during her absence. Janeway found she was quite looking forward to what this Runway shoot would uncover about the woman that haunted her dreams.

 


Continued behind door 5                                                        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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