Attraction

On the bridge of the ship, just sitting in my chair, staring, that’s what I’m doing. I try so hard to hide my stare. But I know I never can. Thankfully, she is oblivious. Never noticing that I would stare so openly at her. At the way her body moves beneath that uniform she wears. At the way her mouth forms every syllable of every word. The way what’s left of her implants catch the light. Shes beautiful and always will be. I stare a little more, maybe… Oh no. She has noticed. As her eyes lock on to mine she sends me a look, too. I interpret as ‘Back off.’ What else can I do? I turn back and face the view screen again. But I know things can’t be the same again. Shes noticed, now she will be forced to do something. Not by me, but by her mentality. It’s the only way.

Junction

No one ever said moping in ones quarters ever did any good, but that doesn’t stop me. I’ve been here for days, just trying to get that look out of my head. It seems I will be in here for days more, until the door chimes. Before I can think the singular word pops from my mouth.

“Come”

And the door slides open, and of course, she comes in. Her blonde hair catching the light as she walks nearer, but of course not to near, to me. I can see she means business, and she doesn’t waste time. But then, that isn’t in her nature.

“Captain we need to talk.”

I decide the only way to deal with this is to cut it off at the pass. “Seven, I apologize. I really, should have told you.”

She interrupts, of course, “Then it is true, you do harbor romantic feelings for me?”

Its no use and I know it. “Yes, I’m sorry but I do.”

She gives me a look that is clear. ‘You are an idiot.’ And the next thing I know I’m being pressed into the wall by her body, her lips moving against my own. I quickly warm; after all I’ve done this before. But never, ever, have I felt this feeling. Of joy and love and some other things I can’t place. I know I will always remember our first kiss.

Perfection

It doesn’t take long for us to settle into life together. And on this ship, soon everyone knows. But that’s okay with me; the only problem is… it’s not okay with her. Before I can process what’s happening, we’re arguing. Maybe arguing isn’t the right word, more like fighting, tooth and nail. As we shout I’m glad the walls have selective sound-blocking. No one else can hear this bickering. Why should she care? It is not that big of a deal, a point I try to make to her. But she just stops talking, stops yelling. All I can do is stare at that hurt puppy dog look. And she stands, and she leaves. And I know it’s not just something we can make up. Shes gone. And I don’t even really know what happened.

Destruction

I’ve tried to make up with her, lord knows I’ve tried. Again and again. And she doesn’t seem to notice. It’s as if ‘we’ never were. That our time spent together was nothing, or didn’t happen. I don’t know what to do. But when I look at her, and get nothing but cold stares back, I’ve got nothing. I just sort of drift through the Delta quadrant, trying to find my way home. But the thing is I did find home once. And it was her. And she refuses to admit it ever again. I don’t know why, maybe I’ll never know why. All I can do is try to shake the feeling she gives me. Of such longing, and sadness, all wrapped into one.

Confusion

We were captured. Not the whole ship, somehow only that lovely Seven and I. She still doesn’t acknowledge me, I still don’t know why. I still love her, and as we go to our deaths in the back of some alien space craft, I feel I must reiterate.

“Seven,” I whisper out that lovely number-turned-name, “I think there is something you should know.” She doesn’t talk, doesn’t even move, just stares ahead, listening. “Even when we were… together, I never said it, but Seven, I do love you. I did love you, I love you now, and I will love you as long as I live.”

She doesn’t move, and I wonder if she didn’t already know. She turns and when I see the look on her face, pure joy wells in my heart. She knew I loved her, and she loves me back. Before I know it we’re together again. With as much joy and feeling as our first kiss.

Retribution