Advent Calendar 2011

Double Trouble Love 

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

By Gun Brooke

 

 

 

Door 6

 

Seven fastened the chin strap to her slender aluminum helmet after placing her bag into the side compartment on her hover-bike. She straddled it and normally she would have enjoyed the feeling of riding such a powerful vehicle out in the open, the potential danger a thrill in itself. Right now, Seven couldn’t think of anything but Janeway and the way the captain had fought through her demons right just before.

The Voyager crew were all fiercely protective of their commanding officer. Seven knew this, and also knew that this didn’t even come close to how she felt about Kathryn Janeway. The woman had saved Seven from the Borg, stuck with her through any challenge, risked her own life many times to save Seven, and even disregarding that, Seven would willingly take on every single hostile species anywhere, in any quadrant, to keep Janeway safe. Even such a formidable person as Miranda Priestly.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to share a ride home, but I see that’s redundant.” Janeway suddenly stood next to Seven. “That’s an impressive machine. Yours?”

“Yes. I find I prefer this. Less constrictive.”

“After so much time in space, I don’t blame you for wanting to be free from constraints.” Janeway raised her eyes to the sky for a moment. “Where are you staying? Are you and Chakotay using one of Starfleet’s guest-quarters?”

“I am here alone and I am staying at a hotel.” Seven didn’t volunteer any more information, but she could easily see how Janeway began to speculate.

“That doesn’t sound too much fun. I have a guestroom in my townhouse. Why don’t you stay with me? This will give us a chance to catch up. Who knows, we might just need to encourage each other to be able to deal with Miranda Priestly without throttling her.”

“I do not wish to impose…”

“Oh, Seven, it would be so nice to finally spend some time together. Unless you have other plans, please consider it.”

“Very well,” Seven said, conceding. “Thank you, Admiral.”

“Kathryn. I’m not your commanding officer anymore.”

“Kathryn. I am due at another meeting with a colleague in an hour. May I give you a lift in the meantime?”

“On that?” Janeway squinted her eyes at the hover-bike. “All right. Why not? Being an admiral has its disadvantages. Not much action.”

“I have a spare helmet. It automatically adjusts to size.” Seven pulled out another aluminum helmet and handed it to Janeway. Placing Janeway’s briefcase in the side compartment, she waited for her to strap on the helmet. Janeway jumped up behind Seven and wrapped her arms around Seven’s waist. “Where can I drop you off?” Seven asked, feeling decidedly breathless.

“Actually, I need to go home, so this is good. You’ll see where I live so you can make your way back when you check out of Starfleet’s.” Janeway proceeded to give Seven the address, which she promptly punched into the navigational instruments.

“Very well.” Seven pulled out into traffic and ascended to the fourth level among other hover-bikes. Hover-cars normally didn’t go higher than third level, but a few smaller cars zigzagged between the bikes. Behind Seven, Janeway clung to her, her elegant hands clutching at her belt.

“If I didn’t know these things came with so many safety features, I’d be nervous,” Janeway confessed, her voice echoing in Seven’s helmet.

“Why? Are you troubled by heights?”

“Normally, no. It’s more the traffic. You’d think humanity’s come so far that we should’ve learned to drive carefully.” Another hover-bike overtook them, way too close. Janeway pressed hard against Seven. “Gods. I rest my case.”

“I can drive on lower levels, but I’ve learned that traffic is even more intense below.”

“No. This is fine. We’ll be in the residential areas soon.”

Seven’s heart was still at an elevated frequency due to Janeway’s close proximity. The fact that her former captain was pushing her breasts and stomach against Seven’s back did very little to slow her heart down. Not even her nano-probes, the microscopic machines that maintained her Borg implants and sustained her in many ways, could make Seven disregard Kathryn’s enticing.

“We are almost at your house, Kathryn. I will deliver you and then return around eighteen hundred hours. Will this be sufficient?”

“That will be awesome. Unless you plan to eat early with your colleague, I will have dinner waiting when you get back.”

“Oh. Uhm. That is not necessary, Kathryn.” Cringing, Seven remembered how cooking was not one of Kathryn’s skills. Conquer the Borg, yes. Conquer a replicator or a stove, not so much.”

“I thought I’d have  a caterer come by. You don’t have to worry, Seven.”

“I was not.” Hoping that the lie was not obvious, Seven smiled. “Thank you. I look forward to it.” She landed the hover-bike with practiced ease. “We are here.” She regarded the townhouse, and older building. “Your house is beautiful.”

“Thank you. I’ll show you around when you get back.” Janeway slipped off and removed the helmet. Handing it over to Seven, Janeway leaned forward and kissed Seven’s cheek, just a tad longer than was correct. Seven’s breath hitched again, and her heartbeat reached 112.3 on average.

Driving off, Seven knew spending extra time with Kathryn might be a mistake, but she was not going to deny herself this opportunity. Who knew if she would ever get the chance to do this again?

 


Continued behind door 7                                                        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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