Knowing the Unknown

“Hmmm,” Kathryn moaned and rolled over reaching out to find the waist of Seven. She gently pulled Seven to her sighing as the other woman wrapped her arm protectively around her. Kathryn inhaled deeply enjoying the clean yet slightly metallic smell of Seven’s body encircling her. “Good morning.”

“Did you have a pleasant night?” Seven began to gently rub Kathryn’s head.

“Oh yes, it was lovely, thank you.” Kathryn smiled looking up to see Seven looking down at her. In the twilight of the stars, Seven’s outline positively glowed and her pale blue eyes danced in the dim light. “You look radiant, Seven.” She reached up to push a few locks of golden hair from Seven’s soft pale shoulder.

“You should prepare for your duty shift.” Seven ran her hand across Kathryn’s back.

Kathryn sighed again. “Must I? I’m rather comfortable here.”

“You cannot run the ship from your bed.”

“Who says?”

“I believe Ensign Kim would have difficulty with the concept.”

“I think Mr. Kim would have the most problems with the concept.”

“Perhaps if it was Lt. Torres and Lt. Paris instead of us, Mr. Kim would prefer the situation more?”

“Maybe.” Kathryn sighed as she pulled herself from Seven’s grasp. “I should get ready.”

“It would be unwise for you to be late for the beginning of your duty shift. The Commander would be more upset with you now than he has been known to express in the past.”

Kathryn laid her uniform out. “To hell with him. He’s simply going to have to get over it. You’re here, he’s not. I’m here, he’s not. He’s just going to have to find some other woman to obsess over.” She made her way to the shower. “Besides, I’m the captain. I can do whatever I want, as long as the crew doesn’t mutiny.” She flashed Seven a wink and a smile as she entered the bathroom.

“Tom, can we just drop it?” Harry put his tray down at an isolated table in the mess hall.

“All I’m saying, Harry, is that you could of at least had the decency to tell me, that’s all.” Tom sat down across from Harry who was putting hot sauce on what could be called scrambled eggs if they weren’t blue. At the rate he was adding the red hot sauce, the dish was starting to turn green.

“Look, it’s not that big of a deal. It was the first year Voyager was stuck in the Delta Quadrant, we both went though the Ocompa thing where we almost died, and it just sort of happened.”

“Uh-huh.” Tom took a bite of the eggs and choked. “Would you please pass the hot sauce?”

“It didn’t even last that long, a few weeks.” Harry grabbed a bottle of ketchup to put on the eggs. “After a few weeks, I called it off. You know how B’Elanna was. She had all that anger, and she just kept pushing me away. I finally couldn’t take it anymore, and I called it off.” He took a gulp of water to wash down the eggs.

Tom chuckled to himself. “She was a spitfire back then.” He shook his head. “She still is. Harry,” he looked his friend in the eye, “do you still have feelings for her?”

“No, of course not.” Harry watched Tom add salt and pepper in piles to the eggs. “You two make a much better couple. So, you forgive me?”

Tom smirked a little. “I don’t know, Harry…”

“You forgave me when I programmed Tuvok’s console to play portions of ‘I’ve Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts’ every time he pushed a button.”

Tom gave a puzzled look over his coffee mug at Harry. “Tuvok’s console never did that.”

“Yet.” Harry shot Tom a mischievous smile. “Want to make it to the bridge before Tuvok gets there?”

“I’m already there!”

Kathryn pulled her uniform jacket on as she watched Seven begin to pull on her cat suit. “Seven, have you ever considered wearing something other than those suits of yours?”

“Yes, but I enjoy the reactions of the crewmen.”

“You can’t be serious.” Kathryn helped Seven zip up her silver suit.

“No. However, you have been encouraging me to work on my sarcasm.” She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to one side noticing how fresh and young Kathryn looked when she really smiled.

Kathryn gave a deep chuckle and pulled Seen down in a gentle kiss. “You never cease to amaze me.”

“Would you like a cup of coffee?”

“What do you think?”

Seven walked toward the living room. “I took the liberty of replicating a coffee percolation unit while you were showering.”

Kathryn followed her into the room. “You replicated a coffee pot for me?”

“Yes. I also had it produce a pot of coffee.”

“I thought you’d just replicated a cup of coffee, but I knew something smelled a bit differently…”

“This does not please you? I shall recycle it.”

“No!” Kathryn caught Seven by the arm. “I like it. Thank you.” She poured a cup of coffee and slowly inhaled the aroma. “I can’t imagine how long it took you to save up enough rations to replicate this.”

“Let us just say that I have not enjoyed my dining experiences in quite some time.” Seven watched intently as Kathryn took a drink savoring the taste. “I am pleased you like it.” Seven pulled Kathryn into a kiss tasting the flavor of the coffee on the linger lips of the smaller woman in her arms.

“I love it.” Kathryn gently kissed Seven’s cheek. “I have to go.”

“Shall I pour you another cup?”

“Please.”


Captain Janeway stepped onto her bridge carrying a PADD in one hand and a coffee cup in the other. She was surprised to see her entire bridge crew at their stations five minutes early.

“Captain on the bridge.” Harry gave a nod to his captain.

Janeway nodded in return and turned to walk past Tuvok’s station and to her chair. *Standing all in a row* She stopped dead in her tracks when the music issuing from Tuvok’s station hit her. *Big ones, small ones, ones as big as your head* “Tuvok?”

The Lt. stopped working at his station and the music ceased. “Captain, may I be of some assistance?”

“What’s going on here?” She gave a smirk and leaned against the bulkhead next to tactical.

“It would appear, Captain, that someone has programmed my console to play a portion of ‘I’ve Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts’ each time I press a button.”

Janeway suppressed a chuckle and gave a quick glance at Harry and Tom who were both working feverishly at their stations desperately trying not to laugh or make eye contact with her. “Why haven’t you fixed it yet, Tuvok?”

“I have been attempting to do so, Captain. However, I have been unable to determine exactly how the culprits were able to program my console.”

Janeway leaned over and pushed a button. *I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts* “I see. Tom, Harry, fix it.”

Disappointedly, Harry left his station. “Yes ma’am.”

Janeway sat down in her chair next to her first officer. “How long has this been going on?”

“I don’t know.” Chakotay put his PADD down. “They were here when I got here. Tuvok’s gone through the song five times since I’ve been here trying to figure out how to fix it.” They both laughed. “I thought you’d enjoy it.”

“Indeed. Thank you, Commander.” Janeway leaned back in her chair. ‘Of Course, if it was me, I’d have the console playing ‘Yellow Polka-Dotted Bikini’.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Tom called from under Tuvok’s console.

“Be good, Tom.” Janeway took a sip of coffee.

“Killjoy.”

Chakotay leaned over inhaling the aroma of Captain Janeway’s coffee. “Did you replicate a new coffee blend? It smells great.”

“No. Seven replicated a coffee pot for me.”

“Seven,” Chakotay raised an eyebrow, “I wasn’t aware you two were so close.”

“There’s a lot you choose not to recognize, Commander.”

“Engineering to the Captain.”

“Janeway here. Go ahead, B’Elanna.”

“Captain, if you’re not too busy, we could use your help adjusting the warp nacelles. You said you wanted to be down here the next time we did that.”

“I’m on my way. Janeway out.” Captain Janeway gave the Commander a glare as she headed to the turbolift. “I’ll be in engineering for a while. Commander, you have the bridge.”

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