No title 01
Janeway paced, as was her want. One hand resting on
her hip and the other rubbing her brow. One word resonating in her head, Why?
Why? Why?
If it would help she would throw something but there was nothing in her quarters
she cared enough to break. She was the fucking captain, cool under pressure,
sure of her decisions. Always thinking of the crew, all of them, and getting
them home. No one crew member more important than another she had believed.
Damm it, it was true, wasn’t it.
True until now. True for the majority of this journey. True until the arrival
of the borg – resistance is futile. Fucking borg.
Crash!
Well Kathryn – does that feel better – she asked herself as she looked at the
shattered pieces of glass on the floor.
No!
I am sick of these quarters and sick of this ship and sick of being the captain
– she yelled to the air.
Chivas straight up – she barked at the replicator. Down it went in one smooth
gulp. Chivas straight up – she barked again.
Oh God – who was this person, she wondered to herself. All this because of one
sentence, one lousy sentence that she hadn’t expected.
“You would not accept my death as you would the other crew members.”
Bulls eye, shot between the eyes. And she thought they had been talking about
Indiana, gently reminiscing. Ah there was the problem you see, guard down, had
relaxed for a minute. Never let your guard down when facing your opponent.
But Seven was no opponent to be warded off. Or was she?
Janeway paced some more. Enough with the questions she thought what about some
answers. Sadly this was not a problem she could look up on some PADD or
remember star fleet training procedures.
This was a terrain far more terrifying for Janeway than any she had faced so far
in the Delta Quadrant. These questions went deep into the heart, a place she
had been so careful to pack away until the journey home had ended.
Why the hell did I go into astrometrics in the first place she wondered? But of
course astrometrics was somewhere she found herself more and more often these
days. Nothing to do with Seven of course, just wanting to find a way home, she
tried to tell herself.
Seven. That was the nub, the source of all her problems. Seven, the small
child that became a borg and was now learning how to be a woman. Seven with her
implants, her blue eyes, her soft blonde hair always pulled back into a bun.
Seven with her uniform that seemed painted to her flesh, a uniform that traveled
over ever curve and bump and indentation just like Janeways fingers wanted….
Crash!
NO yelled Janeway to the stars flashing by outside. NO yelled Janeway to the
walls and floor and chairs. No please God no she sobbed.
But YES cried her lonely long neglected heart. YES yelled her soul. YES yelled
every fiber of her being. Yes pleaded her desire yearning to be heard.
Yes said Janeway to herself. Yes, Yes, Yes.
No title 02
What was Janeway thinking as she lay in her bed
remembering the letter from Mark she had kept all this time although she could
and should have deleted it. The letter he sent, so carelessly it seemed to her
at the time. More about his feelings than hers it seemed. But perhaps she was
that easy to forget, to move away from.
And if she were honest with herself he had not been that difficult to forget
either, or so it seemed for a while. Telling herself that holonovel characters
and holo bar tenders didn’t count. Hollow perhaps being the operative word she
now could see. For a second it had been fun to create the person that she wanted,
but even then she had been lying to herself. Keeping her true desires locked
deep inside that she hoped they would never come out.
Mark became the life she almost had, and thanks to the caretaker, now never
would. So all emotions were put deep sleep until she fulfilled her mission and
brought her new family home.
That was until the arrival of a Borg equipped with a lot more than just
nanoprobes. Resistance is futile, and indeed it had been. Although, she had
fought with all her strength to play with a straight bat, so to speak. Acted in
a motherly fashion– but it seemed she and Seven were the only ones that believed
her interest was innocent.
Every glance, every touch and every word spoken carried an intent that was
carnal rather than maternal. Whenever she was around Seven she could not help
her eyes travelling to Seven’s breasts almost bursting from the uniform she so
uniquely filled. Could not help her fingers brushing against that uniform. Could
not help the longing so plainly written in her eyes. Could not stop herself
returning to astrometrics or the cargo bay whenever there was a reason, and oh
there was always a reason.
And through all this Seven just was. She didn’t need her Borg technology to
capture Janeway. All it took was a walk, a glance, a raised eyebrow and that
uniform. No opponent had so overpowered Janeway making, the Captain’s, will not
her own. Resistance is indeed futile.
So here she was – lying in her bed and thinking of a life that nearly was. A
reminder that nothing true stays hidden – all it needs is someone true to seek
it out. Someone, perhaps so innocent, that no defences need be raised. Someone,
perhaps so beguiling, that willpower has no chance.
She turned on her side looking at someone who now lay sleeping in her bed, not
regenerating on a rack. Sleeping next to her with nothing touching her silken
flesh but the sheets. Someone who Janeway’s tongue has licked every inch and
pore and hair. Someone who stirred a need in Janeway; primal and driven. A need
to possess, to own, this beautiful mystery. A need to touch, and lick and kiss
and to adore.
Resistance is futile indeed.
No title 03
Another night and Janeway couldn’t sleep. Racing
around her head were thoughts of Seven and why this woman so fascinated her.
It wasn’t just her body, which was after all truly breathtaking, but the way she
made Janeway feel everytime they talked. Warmness spread through her, a
tingling in all the right places, and yet they were only words.
Yet every exchange seemed to carry a hidden meaning, a question bubbling under
the surface, waiting to be answered. And who would answer that question first?
Who would take the chance and say what was in their heart?
If only Janeway had the words. What words did she need to describe this feeling
running through her, always present? Longing, curiosity, awe, appreciation,
lust of course, and most suprisingly perhaps shock. Shock that on this
seemingly never ending voyage, which just recently had taken some dark turns,
something special had arrived out of nowhere.
Something so unexpected and oh so unique. Not something, but someone. Someone
who made Janeway feel things she hadn’t truly felt for years, if ever, truth be
told. A wonderful soft shoulder to lean on and share her doubts. A smile, a
word, a touch, which made things seem wonderful instead of dark. Which gave
Janeway thoughts of a future rather than a past.
Janeway remembered their first kiss.
“touch me Kathrine”
“Seven please”
“think of it as an experiment – touch me, now”
As if in slow motion – as if I didn’t have control over my own hand – I reached
across and stroked her cheek – so soft – so inviting. Gently my fingers passed
over her face trying to trace every feature and burn it into memory. Trying to
remember every pore, every hair, every bump.
“oh captain” moans Seven.
stroking her neck with the tips of my fingers – gentle like spreading petals in
the air. Smelling the scent of her running through my lungs. Wanting to see
this face forever. Wanting to see this face.
that look – how can I resist – can’t kiss her – mustn’t – but oh such soft lips
– all I could think about was tasting those lips – exploring
“I am satisfactory for your needs captain?”
“shut up and kiss me now”
And she did – oh what bliss beyond imagining – gentle at first but then oh so
demanding – exploring – poking and prodding with a need to possess – each
wanting the others all. Licking and biting, tasting and sucking. A moment to
last forever, a sweetness to blind all others. An emptiness finally to be
filled. A longing inside that has no boundaries.
Thank God thought Katherine that this woman came on board. Thank God that our
paths crossed and our souls brushed before I had the chance to flee.
Early days she knows. Katherine must hide her need from others, must not scare
her away with her longing, her desire, her joy that this has happened.
But most of all Katherine must thank the stars and planets above for this
creation. This mystery, this puzzle, this woman.