And a Child Shall Lead Them Part VI (2)

Kathryn entered the holodeck, dressed in a beautiful long sapphire gown of silk. It clung seductively to her small frame. The straps thin showing of her freckled shoulders, a striking contrast to her pale flesh. It flowed smoothly as she walked, her red hair hanging loosely to her shoulders, vibrant and radiating. The color of the gown, bringing out her beautiful warm shimmering blue eyes. Chakotay attired in dressed white naval officer's uniform reminiscent of WWII, ambled idly to her, a glass of champagne held in each hand.

"Kathryn, you're looking quite stunning. Almost as stunning as Seven" His eyes darkening with mischief, as he gestured with his right hand, offering her the glass in his left. Kathryn followed the direction of his hand.

Through the sea of tuxedos and WWII military uniforms stood the stunning form of Seven. Her appearance regal and surreal, an image of beauty and defiance co-existing serenely, existing solely to captivate and command her due.

She was involved in an animated conversation with B'Elanna, B'Elanna laughing loudly at Seven's comment. Kathryns breath caught in her throat, as her heart skipped a beat. The feeling exhilarating, yet frightening at the same time, Chakotays eyes sparkled at Kathryns discomfort. "My God, she's exquisite" she said a bit to loudly, color rising from her neck to her face, her throat suddenly dry, as she swallowed several times in an attempt to quench it.

"You said something, Kathryn?" Chakotay passive, as he realized the depth of Kathryns feelings for Seven.

Kathryn shook her head, an attempt to break the spell, as the image continued to taunt her "Ah, No Chakotay I don't think I did" forcing a smile on her face, a forced bravado consuming her eyes. "I was just wandering how the evening has been going"

"Well, it's been rather interesting. B'Elanna has been making a brave attempt at keeping the male crewmembers at bay" A shadow crossing Kathryns eyes, Chakotay noting the flash of jealously crossing her features. "In the mean time the doctor and Tom have been rather busy"

That snapped Kathryn to reality. "How so" her concern for the crew filtered through her features.

'Well, it appears Seven, has taken a fancy to dancing. Unfortunately for her partners, it ends rather painfully for them. I don't know what's longer the line of men waiting to dance with Seven, or the line forming to the right waiting to be seen by the Doctor afterwards" Chakotay tactfully tipping his glass to the right.

A line of fifteen men hobbled in various stages of broken toes, dislocated fingers and broken ribs stood. The Doctor growing more aggravated by the hour, his lectures futile in dissuading Seven's would be suitors.

Harry Kim departed the line, holding his left side, still sore after having three fractured ribs repaired. Beads of perspiration forming on his forehead, he hungrily swallowed the scotch Tom offered him in one swift gulp.

Kathryn let out a loud chuckle, nearly choking on her champagne. "I must say they are brave" she laughed heartily shaking her head from to and fro.

"Or they're letting their hormones get the better of them" Chakotay eyeing Kathryn suspiciously, awaiting her reaction. He was not disappointed as a flash of anger and jealousy crossed her eyes. He chuckled slightly, not unnoticed by Kathryn, simply ignored.

Kathryn held her glass to her mouth, her eyes on Seven, as she watched possessively Seven and B'Elanna walking slowly in her direction. "So tell me Chakotay, How did you fare against Sevens new endeavor?"

Chakotay chuckled ruefully, his eyes gleaming with mischief "Oh not me Kathryn, I'm not that brave, it takes the courage of a Starfleet Captain, to tame her" Kathryn shot him a force ten glare, making her First Officer laugh instead.

"Captain, You look wonderful, Blue is definitely your color" B'Elanna standing directly in front of Kathryn and eyeing her like a cornered rabbit about to be set upon by wolves.

She forcibly pulled Seven from behind her to stand along side of her and in front of Kathryn. The motion causing the dress to reveal more of Seven's cleavage then intended. Chakotay noticed the action and stifled a grin, chewing on the inside of his mouth.

Kathryn took an involuntary swallow, as her eyes leveled evenly with Sevens ample cleavage. The room was growing suddenly hot and uncomfortable. She reached behind her attempting to place the glass of champagne down on the table behind her.

Her eyes never leaving Seven, while her mind convinced her the sudden rush of warmth, was caused by the affect of the champagne on an empty stomach. A sudden feeling of foreboding flowed over her, Chakotay caught and steadied the glass that threatened to fall. "Thank you Lt. That's very nice of you to say"

Kathryn's eyes turned to Seven's, her mind forcing her to look away from her incredibly low cut dress. "Seven, Your looking splendid, the dress looks stunning on you" a half lie, it did more than look stunning. A soft tango began to play in the background.

Seven tilted her head and blushing lightly, she eyed Kathryn with intensity, limiting the size of the room to include only the two of them. "I thank you for noticing, Captain" Seven not wanting to mince any words and sending her message loud and clear. It took all of the energy she had to tear herself away from Kathryns eyes.

Recalling B'Elannas explicit instructions she turned her attention to Chakotay. "Commander, I believe this is a Tango, will you do me the honor of joining me for this dance?" Kathryn's face dropped for an instant, the Klingon pleased with the reaction and mentally triumphant.

Chakotay on the other hand, blanched, as he indiscreetly scanned the line formed for the Doctor's services. Thinking quickly and in a panic he gently nudged Kathryn forward, directly into Seven's path.

"Seven, I'm afraid I could never do you justice, I have two left feet. However The Captain was just informing me she's an accomplished Tango dancer. In fact her attempts to entice me have failed. Maybe you can convince her to join you for this one" Chakotay a mixed bag of emotions, deciding instantly, that Kathryn's wrath was far less harmful to his existence then dancing with Seven.

Kathryn's head snapped back as she graced Chakotay with a venomous glare and mouthed "Coward" through clenched teeth. Chakotay merely dipped his head in ascent to her comment, secretly acknowledging "A coward lives to fight another day" Kathryn torn between the joy at the prospect of dancing with Seven and an indiscreet visit with the doctor.

For a second, Seven was confused, not expecting the turn of events, to her credit she quickly recovered and addressed the Captain "Captain?"

Kathryn not wanting to lose any ground and appear weak conceded "Seven, it would be an honor" a blatant lie.

Before she followed Seven, she leaned into Chakotay and whispered quietly into his ear, the others unable to hear. Chakotay pretended to be injured and whispered very low. "I wouldn't know about that"

"Then make it your business too, that's an order" her smile returning as he cringed at her words.

Gesturing with her right hand she turned to Seven. "Lead the way Seven, I'm all yours" Seven smiling broadly as the words lifted her to greater heights.

B'Elanna was confused, but quick to note the outcome was a considered success. "Nice move. Chakotay"

Chakotay laughed ruefully "I'm afraid I'll be paying for that one for quite some time"

Watching the two women walking onto the dance floor. His mind in turmoil and raw with emotions, wondering why it still bothered him some how. Thinking silently his feelings for Kathryn were more platonic, but why did it bother him now.

A sudden realization struck him, his mind able to disassemble and place the pieces back together in tangent. "It's not that she loves Seven, it's simply that Kathryn's has found love. He suddenly felt deserted, his well kept insecurities returning. He realized that what drew him to Kathryn in the first place, was how much they were alike, how they managed to keep love at bay. For all of his spirituality, he was still not whole not until he could toss caution to the wind. In his heart he knew Kathryn found her way, it was just a matter of time. He envied her escape and release of the well-hidden darkness.

He cleared his throat and turned to B'Elanna 'Where's Tom?"

"He's over there with Harry, I think he's trying to get him drunk. Seven broke three of his ribs" she snickered loudly.

Chakotays joining B’Elanna, his deep laugh booming over hers, the two headed towards the direction of Tom and Harry. Forgetting about the two obstinate women for the moment.

Kathryn's heart beat wildly, a beast threatening to explode from her chest. As hard as she tried she was unable to calm it. Her breathing and relaxation techniques deserting her. Seven held her hand gently as she led her to the floor. Kathryn torn between the fear of being so close to Seven, or having her toes crushed under Seven's weight. With a deep regrettable sigh, she resigned herself to the pure advent of heaven and hell.

Her hand grew clammy in Sevens, the thought making her panic more and she unconsciously wiped her right hand on the side of her gown. They walk to the center of the dance floor, the process reminding Kathryn of a funeral procession. As they reached the center of the floor a silent hush fell over the party, Kathryn's inner voice chiding "Great, now you're the center of attraction, good move Katie girl".

Seven gracefully spun in a fluid movement, her left hand extended she gently held Kathryn's right hand in her own. Seven's right hand, moving along the length of Kathryn's side, languidly, teasingly, exploring each curve until it settled on her left hip The feel of Kathryn's body against the smooth silk heightened Seven's desire.

Slowly, very slowly she pulled Kathryn close to her, holding her close enough to feel the heat from Kathryn's body, but not pressing tightly as the dance demanded. Seven's jaw pressed lightly to the side of Kathryn's forehead, consuming the scented aroma wafting from her hair.

Kathryn's heart was racing, the feel of Seven's hand sliding possessively down the length of her side enflaming her. She felt the slight touch of Seven's chest against her, not tight and close, but teasingly touching lightly then escaping, the effect having the same, Kathryn's breath catching in her throat.

Seven's jaw felt cool against her warm forehead, her breath slow. She moved her hand along Seven's bareback, until it settled in the small, the feel of smooth untouched flesh, sending her to greater heights. The underlying promises taunting and breaking down her reserve. She felt the ripple of muscle as Seven raised their arms and gracefully extended it outward, the strength beneath it comforting and reassuring.

With a momentum of sheer grace and fluid steps borne of natural ability. Seven began the intricate cross steps of the dance, strategically pressing their forms together then releasing in a tease. The tempo increased fiercely and with it their movements as they crossed the floor gracefully.

In a surprising move she spun Kathryn smoothly, taking her left hand into her own left hand and raising their left arms slightly above Kathryn's head. Kathryn's face coming in contact with Seven's shoulder, as Seven pressed the right side of her body into Kathryn's right side.

Seven inserted her right leg between Kathryn's, separating her legs. The feel of Seven’s leg, lean and firm sending a ripple of electricity through Kathryn, light moisture forming in her most intimate region. Seven slowed the momentum of the turn almost to a stand still. Placing her right arm around Kathryn's firm waist she pulled her tightly to her, never releasing her left hand, Kathryn's face pressing into Seven's right breast.

Their bodies pressed tightly together caused Kathryn's desire to rise yet higher. She leaned deeper into Seven, pressing her own thigh tightly against Seven. Then slowly, excruciatingly slow, she turned Kathryn, her eyes never leaving her for a moment.

Seven took full command of Kathryn body and soul, Kathryn lost in the depths of Seven's eyes, her heart finding it's home in Sevens. Without breaking eye contact, Seven gingerly pressed her face to the side of Kathryns, her breath sweet as it evenly fell onto Kathryn's face, finding its way to her ear.

It was all the good Captain could take, she released a groan and pressed tighter yet to Seven molding her body to hers, Seven’s breath catching. Kathryn used her body to explore Seven's, while her left hand moved freely through Seven's exposed back, and settled commandingly on her tapered waist. Her mind covertly memorizing each single curve and feel of Seven, the scent of her breath, the beating of her heart beneath her own.

The contradiction of firmness and supple flesh in all the right places, increasing her own desire. She breathed gently against Seven's neck, and felt the shiver running along the length of Seven's spine, gooseflesh running rampant, betraying Seven’s bravado. Kathryn raised her eyebrow, a smug expression and victory crossing her lips. Proud of herself in knowing she could make Seven lose control, smug in knowing Seven was not in complete control of her.

The music ended and the two women took a long moment before releasing each other.

The holodeck erupted in applause, the women came to their senses and blushed simultaneously. Kathryn held her hand just above Seven's breast, the bottom of her palm pressing gently into her heart.

She leaned into Seven and placed a chaste kiss on her lower jaw, whispering a breathless "Thank you for the lovely dance, it was delightful" her eyes a brilliant dark blue and glimmering, the evidence of desire running rampant.

Seven touched her jaw where Kathryn's lips pressed against her flesh. "You are welcome, I am pleased I did not cause you bodily harm, as I did to others this evening. I am glad I was able to assist you in winning your wager" a look of hurt crossing her features. Before Seven could pull away, Kathryn held her hand firmly, preventing her from leaving.

"It isn’t what you think" Seven merely looked at her in disdain, realizing Kathryn, was unaware of the depth of pain she could cause her. With tears brimming in her eyes, she nodded her head and quickly departed. B'Elanna was aware something occurred and immediately marched over to Kathryn.

Crossing her arms in front of her, she confronted Kathryn. "Now what did you do to her?"

Kathryn watched the retreating figure of the woman she loved so passionately, her heart breaking in two. Trying to understand why she chose to callously hurt her so much. She attempted to defend herself and failed miserably. With a look of utter defeat, she left without answering B'Elanna.

B'Elanna stormed after Kathryn determined not to let her off so easily. The holodeck became animated again after the departure of the three women. Kathryn walked rapidly in direction of the turbolift, B'Elanna hot on her trail. As Kathryn reached the turbolift the doors opened, the Klingon throwing herself into the lift before the doors closed.

B'Elanna's breath came in a rasp as she attempted to quell her anger before proceeding. Kathryn eyed her sternly, her own anger at herself finding some one to release it on.

"We are not having this conversation, B'Elanna" her voice stern and angry.

"Computer, stop the lift" B'Elanna's own anger rising, the computer obeying the command obediently.

"Computer, this is Captain Janeway, continue deck 3" her forceful glare daring B'Elanna to defy her.

"You're not getting away with it that easy, not this time Captain. Seven's my friend and I want to know what happened in there" her voice a low growl.

"Lt. I'm getting a little tired of your threats and this is none of your business. It's a private matter between Seven and me. Just as I don't get involved with your personal matters, don't assume to get involved in mine"

"Yeah, well that may have been the case if you and Seven were on even playing fields. But the fact of the matter is, that Seven is in over her head with you" She spat at her, detesting the captains actions in taking advantage of Seven.

"Seven's a big girl, B'Elanna, she can take care of herself. She doesn't need you protecting her." Kathryns jaw flexing the anger building to a crescendo."

"She does when it comes to you and I happen to disagree with you. She's a lightweight in these matters and that's something you seem to take a distinct pleasure in exploiting. What the hell are you so afraid of anyway? You know Seven was right about you, you're really self-destructive when it comes to your personal life aren't you? She said there was something about you that prevented you from loving anyone. At first I thought it was a nonsense, but now I see she was right"

Kathryn who was now standing across from B'Elanna straightened and crossed over to her. Standing an inch away from the Klingons face. Her eyes a deep stark gray, the anger fully surfaced, her jaw tight and clenched the muscle rising and flexing, she lowered her voice to deep threatening timber "I'm going to forget you said that" the turbolift door opening and Kathryn storming out.

Before the doors closed B'Elanna, wanting to have the last say spat out "That's your solution to everything isn't it?, "JUST FORGET IT"" in her deep Klingon growl. Kathryn stiffened and spun around in one fluid uncontrolled movement, she took three alarming steps to the lift, the doors closing in her face before she could reply. She stood in front of the turbolift for several seconds, her chest rising and falling violently. As the raging anger took possession of her completely, her face contorted and her brow creased. She inhaled a deep angry breath and cursed inwardly, her mind active, in overdrive with the rush of blood red adrenaline. She turned and headed to her quarters, her walk assuming a military march.

For three months Kathryn and Seven avoided each other, neither wanting to be in the each other’s presence alone or for long. Seven immersed herself in her work relentlessly. Providing her daily reports to Chakotay instead of Kathryn. During the weekly staff meetings she made it a point to be the last to arrive and the first to depart. Keeping her eyes lowered, staring at her hands, she avoided formulating opinions unless she was directly addressed.

Her ability to work for days on end without resting was now a thing in the past. Her more human form requiring greater care and maintenance than her former Borg physiology. During her off-hours she retreated to the holodeck and pursued her new hobby of painting.

Her friendship with B'Elanna grew stronger and in turn extended to Tom in the process. Occasionally the trio would pool their rations together and engage in a mutual holodeck program they could share. Their friendship bonding stronger and Seven finding solace in their companionship. Seven refused to discuss what occurred between her and Kathryn and the Klingon allowed her the space. Realizing that in time Seven would come to terms with it and tell B'Elanna what occurred.

B'Elanna found herself semi hostile towards the captain, not appreciating Kathryn's approach in her dealings with Seven. Since their last encounter in the turbolift, the Captain adapted a cold and commanding attitude towards B’Elanna, the Klingon responding in kind. She felt the older woman's constant hot and cold behavior towards Seven was hurtful and demeaning to her friend. Though she avoided confrontations with the captain, the easy rapport of the past was no longer present.

Kathryn engrossed herself in her work, fielding the day to day operations of Voyager, and instituting the latest mandates as dictated by Starfleet. The daily communications changed the dynamic of Voyagers former operations. For the most part the crew was receptive to the changes, though finding it rather stifling.

For six years the crew survived well without Starfleet, as a rebel scout ship stranded thousands of light years from home. They had an enigmatic powerful leader guiding them forming a family and not a crew. Many silently wandered what purpose Starfleet served, Captain Janeway the only leader they recognized and respected.

Kathryn the woman, was in disarray, a recent communication from Starfleet caused her apprehension. Since her report regarding Seven's encounter with the beings, Starfleet began generating strange and uncomfortable inquiries as to Sevens return. Kathryn was torn between her obligations to Starfleet and her loyalties to her crew. Starfleet demanded more and more details regarding the incident.

They ordered Kathryn to surrender all of Seven's medical records, along with weekly reports regarding her duties and abilities. She was ordered to report any immediate changes in Seven's behavior and she was to undergo weekly medical examinations immediately. Kathryn was beginning to grow suspicious towards their intense scrutiny of Seven.

Swallowing her pride she decided to bring Tuvok into her confidence. She was sitting in her ready room completing the latest file gathering on Seven. "Janeway to Tuvok, I need you in my ready room"

Tuvok stepped off of his station and headed towards the ready room, the chime announcing his arrival. "Enter"

The tall Vulcan entered stopping in front of Janeway who was sitting by her computer terminal.

"Captain, you wanted to see me?" the Vulcan unsure as to the purpose of the summons.

"I need your help, old friend"

Tuvok raised his eyebrow in distaste, realizing it was a personal matter. Silently hoping it had nothing to do with Kathryns failing romantic life, he quickly cut to the chase "How can I assist you Captain?"

"It's about Seven" Tuvok sighed in disapproval, the act not going unnoticed by Janeway.

She held up her hand, suspecting his assumption. "It's not what you think" shaking her own head in dismay, wondering why Tuvok would assume she would bother him with such. "It's more like Starfleet and Seven"

The mention of Starfleet got Tuvoks attention, a shadow of concern crossing his face. Logically deducting that Kathryn was having problems coming to terms with one of their recent mandates. "Does this have anything to do with your recent communications with Starfleet?"

"Yes, yes, it does. It appears they've developed a more then curious interest in Seven's recent encounter with the entities. They've ordered me to provide weekly medical records along with reports on her daily behavior and performance"

"Her duties have not been effected by her recent encounter. She is as efficient in her duties now as she was before. As for her medical reports, she is also more human now than she has ever been. If Starfleet is concerned that her Borg nature will try to reassert itself it is completely unfounded"

"It's not what they're asking Tuvok, it's what they're not saying that bothers me. Why the sudden interest in Seven? Even before Michael intervened we were already communicating with Starfleet on a monthly basis. The fact is, they may have had several reservations at first, but in the end they accepted my opinion, that she was successfully severed from the collective"

"And now they are having difficulties in accepting your opinions?"

"No, as a matter of fact they seem overly interested in my decisions and opinions. I guess I'm being a little silly, but still my gut instinct is telling me something's wrong. I' m concerned for her safety Tuvok, we're four and a half years from reaching home. Seven has found a home here with us, she’s one of us and has no where else to go. I just want to make sure nothing happens to her"

"Perhaps you are over reacting to the current situation, it is quite possible it was her encounter that most intrigues Starfleet. You should keep in mind that Starfleet has never come across beings such as this. Perhaps it is their method of attempting to determine their nature and origin"

"I tried to convince myself of that, but then Starfleet has encountered numerous first contact with strange life forms before. Of course there are certain protocols to follow regarding those encounter" This caused a sarcastic look from Tuvok, letting Janeway know she excelled in violating those protocols.

Kathryn merely grinned at Tuvoks obvious disapproval and shook her head, "The point is, they're intense interest is what bothers me. If anything, their questions should be posed regarding the beings themselves not Seven"

"Captain, it is logical they would be more interested in Seven"

"How so?"

"You seem to forget it was Seven's life that was restored to her on two separate occasions by these beings. I would imagine Starfleet would be quite interested as to why her. Particularly if they are under the belief, the being is the earth deity"

"You maybe right, but I'm still concerned and I want to ensure nothing happens to her"

"There is no guarantee as to what Starfleet may or may not do. However there are certain precautions which can be taken to ensure her safety"

"I'm listening" Kathryn supporting her face between her fingers, her thumb supporting her chin the usual pose when she's pensive.

"If Seven was to form a relationship with a Starfleet officer and bond with that person. Then Starfleet will not be able to dispose of her so easily" Tuvok not expecting to be taken seriously, knowing Seven and Kathryn were at an impasse.

Kathryns thought of it deeply and then responded carefully. "There may be some merit to what you're saying" now it was Tuvoks turn to look surprised. "I never told you this before, but well. When I attempted to communicate with Michael, I had a similar occurrence that you and Seven experienced." With a pain expression Kathryn recanted her entire encounter with Michael and what he showed her.

At the completion of her story she walked to the replicator and replicated a cup of black coffee and a sweet Vulcan tea. Bringing the cup over to him she sat in her chair again, holding the cup in both of her hands. She took the first swallow hoping to find it comfort and ease the coldness that seeped into her.

She continued quietly, "I would think that being married to the son of an Admiral, would be a big assurance regarding her safety" Tuvok was slightly dismayed at Kathryn’s passiveness and defeatist attitude.

"You assume too much Captain, you're expecting Lt. Paris to be welcomed by the Admiral. Furthermore Lt. Paris and Lt. Torres have resumed their previous relationship and it appears to be quite successful this time. I would also like to point out Lt. Paris has never shown an interest in Seven of Nine"

"I don’t believe that really matters. Michael revealed a glimpse of the future, which means somewhere along the line Seven and Tom will fall in love"

"Perhaps you are wrong in your perception regarding the encounter"

"How so? I know what I saw"

"Or more accurately what you wish to believe. You, yourself mentioned you broke off the encounter before it was completed. It is quite possible you only saw a part of what he wished for you to see. It is also quite possible the child is not Lt. Paris's at all and Seven was not bonded to him"

"Tuvok, Tom held the child in his arms and she kissed him"

"This is incorrect, you mentioned before, she kissed him on the cheek. I would like to point out this is a common human custom, a term of greeting among friends. Was there anything in the dream that you found familiar?" His patience wearing thin as he waited for Kathryn to absorb the implications.

Kathryn was staggered, the images swirling wildly in her head, the field bleached golden by the sun. "Reminding her, of something, something familiar. But what was it?" the thought eluded her as to "What it could be?" searching for the answer. Her face suddenly blanched as the force struck her blindly, recalling vividly "The color of the… "And then she suddenly felt faint.

"Captain? Are you feeling well?" The Vulcan eyeing her with his Vulcan amusement, a raised eyebrow at seeing Kathryns composure fall apart, her command mode falling to pieces as she finally came to the truth and Kathryn the woman emerged. It was rather obvious to Tuvok all along what the beings were trying to tell her. Tuvok adapted a most smug Vulcan smirk.

"I, why didn't I realize it before? My God, I've been such a fool. I" If Kathryn was expecting any defensive or assistance from Tuvok, she was wasting her time. The Vulcan grew tired of dealing with this stubborn woman, though he respected her "Kathryn could be so obtuse at times" he thought silently, shaking his head in disappointment.

Kathryn noted the appearance on Tuvoks face and merely shook her head in resignation. "You've known all along haven't you?"

Tuvok merely twisted his mouth and ignored her query "If that will be all Captain?"

Kathryn snorted in relief, "I think I've imposed on you enough my friend. Thank you"

"You're are quite welcome Captain" with that Tuvok rose from the chair replacing his cup of tea in the replicator and recycling it. He graciously bowed to the captain and exited the ready room. Kathryn merely watching him go with a slight smirk on his face.

She remained in her ready room attempting to assemble the jumbled pieces in her mind. The fear enveloped and she wondering how she could resolve her current dilemma. The most difficult aspect was in admitting she was wrong. As a Captain it was easy for her to accept her errors, she had no one else to answer to. As a woman who found herself in a difficult and new experience she was at a lost.

It was too long since she had to face and answer to some one, knowing that she was wrong, knowing she must have to admit it. Not only to her but also to Seven as well. Her pride choking her and forming in her throat, making it difficult to accept. She remained that way for several hours and unable to reconcile all of her thoughts she exited and headed to her quarters.

Kathryn found her quarters confining, the book of poems before her offering no comfort or solace. She paced the length of her quarters several times, her mind unable to uncoil and relax. She drew a bath and after several hours she conceded it offered little in soothing her frayed nerves. She rose and after toweling herself dry, she dressed in a gray Starfleet tank top with comfortable dark gray slacks. She replicated a glass of wine and sitting in her sofa she attempted to read the book again.

In the span of fifteen minutes she determined her attempt was futile. Finding the proper courage and resolve she slapped her comm badge. "Computer, locate Seven of Nine"

"Seven of Nine is in holodeck 2" the soft feminine voice responded. Swallowing her pride she exited her quarters and headed in the direction of holodeck 2, the book of poems still in her hand, a subconscious act on her part.

Seven was engrossed in placing the finishing touches on her painting, the Maestro watching approvingly from behind. He was enchanted with the vibrancy and beauty leaping from the canvas that the lovely creature bought to life. The new fire that he saw in her eyes was without a doubt the motivation behind the masterpiece before him. Her brushstrokes and movements were exact and precise in their depth and consistency. The colors vibrant, dark, light and subtle were needed. The proper touches of shadow and light masterfully executed in capturing the core essence of the painting and bringing it to life. The eyes she painted glowing with the intensity of love, life and promise reflecting the passion of their souls.

Seven completed the last stroke adding a shadow of brown and deep gold to the blade of grass, held firmly in the hand. She turned to the Maestro awaiting his response. Her hands and cheek covered with various colors of tint.

"I believe it is complete"

"Sette, you have a natural gift. You have managed to capture the essence of their existence" Seven smiled broadly pleased with the Maestro's compliment.

"Now, you will clean up and join me for some tea, ah?"

"That will be most acceptable, thank you, Maestro" She added warmly enjoying the glow of his eyes as he continued to admire her painting. Seven rose and proceeded to clean her brushes placing the paints back in their proper place.

Kathryn exited the turbolift, nodding gracefully to the crewmembers she passed. As she neared the entrance to holodeck 2, her courage began to dissipate, and her jaw twitched slightly, the nerve jumping. Before entering she ensured with the ships computer Seven was alone, aware at times she shared holodeck time with Tom and B’Elanna. Though for three months the women avoided each other there wasn’t an aspect of Seven’s movements Kathryn wasn’t aware of. She accessed the keypad and noted her Da Vinci, program was running.

Tilting her head sideways, she inwardly wandered why Seven was running Da Vinci. Knowing full well Seven found the Maestro annoying and inefficient. The doors hissed open and Kathryn stepped in, not spotting Seven immediately. She called out to her.

"Seven"

Seven was sitting in the small cluttered studio sipping her tea and watching the Maestro pour a cup of brown liquid for himself. Hearing the summons she rose gracefully from her chair and made her excuses to the Maestro before terminating his program. With the cup of tea held firmly in her right hand she the dish in the other hand, she walked onto the balcony overlooking the floor below.

The warm glow of the lit fire, danced graceful shadows over her features, the light capturing the silvery gold hue of her cortical implant. Kathryn's breath caught in her throat as the beauty of Seven enraptured her. She took an involuntary breath inward and expelled it slowly before climbing the stairs to reach Seven.

Seven watched as the graceful powerful movements of Kathryn moved up the stairs towards her. She swallowed deeply, her eyes never leaving Kathryn, the glow of the fire paling in comparison to the vibrancy of Kathryn.

Seven crossed the balcony and met her as she climbed the last step. Raising her eyebrow slightly "Captain?" the cup trembling slightly in her firm grasp. Kathryn now confronted with Seven, was at a momentary lost for words. Holding the book firmly in her right hand, she glanced at it, suddenly noticing it for the first time, she returned her vision to Seven’s.

Clearing her throat and feeling a little apprehensive she tentatively proceeded "There you are, I was looking for you?" her face searching Sevens waiting for an inner reaction, she crossed the threshold into Seven’s path.

A flash of fire and ice crossed briefly across Seven’s green/blue eyes, their color reasserting to the former ice blue before responding. "Indeed, Do you require my assistance, Captain?" Noting the book held firmly in Kathryns right hand, Seven confused and slightly bewildered, unsure now if Kathryns visit related to business or not.

Kathryn held her head down before responding, her eyes focusing on the floor, shadows crossing her classic features. Unsure on how to proceed, now that she was committed to it. "Strange, I’m not sure I know where to begin" she pinched her forehead and rubbed it slightly the dull pain of a headache ensuing.

Seven recognized Kathryns attempt to dispel a headache and took pity on her for a second, but inwardly refused to budge, still feeling hurt and raw. She wanted Kathryn to confront it and allow her grievous error, filter through and accept the consequences it caused.

She raised her head and tilted it slightly, her eyes locking onto Seven’s, she noticed the look of defiance and felt her own indigence rising, she quelled it and found the courage to continue. She gestured for Seven to sit as the two women made themselves comfortable in separate chairs. "I’d like to discuss with you the events that have transpired in the past six months" her eyes searching for Seven’s reaction.

Seven merely quirked her left brow, she had no intention of making it easy for Kathryn "Captain, I assure you my encounter with the beings have not affected me in anyway" Seven knowing damn well it wasn’t what Kathryn meant.

Kathryn sucked in a pained breath, Seven’s eyes registering her emotions, she shook her head and smirked at the reaction. Her inner voice warning" She's not going to make this easy, is she?" She closed her eyes momentarily and continued. "It’s not the beings I was referring to, it’s what has occurred between you and I"

"I see" came her modest reply not elaborating for a second, wanting Kathryn to continue squirming.

Kathryn chuckled lightly, "You’re going to make me work for this aren’t you?" Kathryn making Seven aware she was on to her ploy.

Seven merely stared back at her with a blank expression. Kathryn expelled her breath and resigned to defeat, an inner voice warning "it’s just the first of many, Katie girl get use to it".

She cleared her throat and continued "Very well, I was referring to the turn of events regarding our relationship. I would think it foolish for us to try to deny our feelings for one another. I can say it’s quite obvious I feel something for you."

Seven remained still her mind absorbing all of Kathryn’s words, with a clinical indifference she noted the numbness in her brain was associated with shock. Kathryn waiting patiently for a response, any response.

"I believe you are correct and I too felt something towards you. However, your recent actions against me have caused me to reevaluate what it is that I expected from a relationship with you. I find now that in reexamining my feelings for you, I must not give into them any longer. I have determined that it is less painful for me to let you go then to attempt to be with you."

Kathryn’s face was fraught with pain, the words hitting home and unable to be refuted.

"I realize that my actions towards you were unacceptable. In my defense I can only claim fear at first, and a misunderstanding in the second. However neither is a valid excuse for my behavior, nor can I ever claim I would never hurt you again. I’m afraid that when one care's deeply for another, they're vulnerable to being hurt by the person. It's because we empower them to do so by our love. I can tell you, it has not been easy for me either, and I may not show it as readily as you may. But I’m not made of stone Seven, I have as much pain as you do. Each moment I hurt you, I in turn hurt myself as well. Before your return, when I thought I was going to lose you. I found this poem, for many reasons I associated it to you. There is some significance in the authors writings associated to your past. However this one poem in particular reminds me most of you. I memorized every line or it during your illness. To some degree it says what I lack the courage to say. In my heart I know I could never feel different or any less than what is written" Kathryn stood and handed Seven the book the page marked by a tattered red ribbon. She left slowly descending the stairs, her heart breaking into pieces.

Seven opened the book placed in her hands and noted the tear-stained page, her heart leaping out of her mouth. The author was one she was familiar with. Once while perusing Voyagers database in search for the genus of a black bird "A Raven" that taunted her in a dream. Seven came across the author’s name and a listing of his works. The author had a taste for the macabre, something Seven did not have a particular fondness for. She quickly scanned the page and noted the title of the poem "Annabelle Lee, listed below the title, the author's name, Edgar Allen Poe" she noticed an underlined passage and quickly scanned the words on the page.

And neither the Angels in the heavens above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabelle Lee

For the moon never beams without

Bringing me dreams of the Beautiful Annabelle Lee

And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabelle Lee

So all the night's tide I lie down by the side

Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride

Not finishing she placed the book on the table and in an athletic sprint raced after Kathryn. Her heart beating frantically she stopped her twelve feet from exiting the door. Seven grabbed her from behind wrapping her arms tightly around Kathryn. Her right arm held her firmly around the waist, while her left arm wrapped in front of her chest pinning her shoulders.

Kathryn felt the warm familiar power of the embraced and leaned deeply into it. Seven sustaining Kathryns full weight onto her own. Kathryn's shoulders shaking as the silent tears overwhelmed her. Seven holding her tighter and burying her face into Kathryns left shoulder, she placed soft kisses of comfort on the base of her neck. Moving her arm upward she gingerly tilted Kathryn's face to the side holding her chin.

Her voice trembling slightly with her own choked emotions, she whispered softly into her ear "I love you Kathryn, I always have" Kathryn relaxed as the words reassured her and provided her with comfort. She leaned her neck further back allowing Seven to continue her welcome assault. Seven placed soft feathery kisses on Kathryn’s cheek, the taste of salty tears lingering on her tongue. She continued downward along the length of her neck. She suckled lightly at the base, leaving a raised red mark, Kathryn's eyes fully closed giving herself willing, she groaned in response.

Seven ran back up the length of Kathryn’s neck alternating between soft kisses and light suckles. The sensation causing Kathryn to lean deeper into Seven, her buttocks melding deeper into Seven’s groin. Seven continued the delicious torture until she reached her jaw. Then she turned Kathryn's face slightly to hers and sought her mouth.

Kathryn moaned deeply as she opened her mouth to Seven. Allowing her full access and receiving her gentle demands hungrily. The soft intertwining of tongues, dancing and teasing thrilling her very senses. Kathryn felt the moisture forming between her legs and she deepened the kiss, her body commanding more.

She turned gracefully never once breaking the kiss and slipped her arms around Sevens neck. Pulling her closer to her and melting her body into Sevens. Sevens arms languidly moving along the length of her back, enjoying the feel of the muscle beneath her hands

She moved her hand lovingly along Kathryn's side, her hand stopping at the bottom of Kathryn's left breast. Her thumb rubbing over the bottom of her breast, Kathryn released a deep moan from the back of her throat. She lowered her right arm from around Seven's neck and moved it possessively, down the front of Seven's chest. Settling it comfortably over Seven's heart and moving slowly, slowly further down, until she cupped her breast.

A breath escaping as she released Kathryn's mouth and nuzzled her neck. Moving deeper into Kathryn's touch. Kathryn missing the sweet warm tastes of Seven's mouth, roughly sought after it, demanding her feel. She pulled Seven roughly to her grabbing the back of her head and holding it firm.

Kathryn's tongue exploring the deepness and wonder of Sevens mouth, the taste sweet, a mixture of honey and spice. She felt her arousal rising higher and uncontrollable, inserting her thigh in between Seven's, taking control of her and moving her leg in a soft steady rhythm. Seven marveled at the electric sensations Kathryn's actions caused her body to feel.

Her nipple hard and firm under Kathryn's hand, as she rubbed smooth circles and continued her demanding kiss. Their chest rising and falling in unison, as their desire for one another increased. Their bodies fusing as one, as their caresses continued to explore every curve and feel.

The doors to the holodeck suddenly opened and Kathryn released herself from Seven's mouth. Too mortified and embarrassed to turn around, she leaned her forehead on Seven's chest. Her face downward, In a low deep voice she whispered "I guess I forgot to put a security seal on the door" not wanting to turn around she remained in Seven's embrace, her face a full flush red, her eyes leveled with Seven's chest.

B'Elanna, Harry and Tom stood dumbstruck dressed for Captain Photon, B'Elanna the first to recover, a lecherous grin covering her smug face. "I'm sorry are we interrupting something?" staring at Seven with a shitty grin and gleaming dark eyes.

Tom's mouth remained wide open. Harry at first turned a crimson red, then a flash of jealous rage rose consuming him.

Seven eyed B'Elanna menacingly, still holding Kathryn by the waist. Kathryns hands settled on Seven's shoulders "As I have pointed out to you before B'Elanna, You're timing has a lot to be desired"

B'Elanna had no desire to let it go and ruefully replied. "Really, I'm sorry we weren't aware you and the Captain, were adding to your dance repertoire. So tell me, am I mistaken or is that the horizontal mambo?"

Kathryn let out a snorted chuckle and finding her composure, pulled herself away from Seven's embrace. Turning around to face the trio, she reached behind her and took Seven's hand into her own. Squaring her shoulders and forcing down a more dignified face. She casually strolled over to the three, holding onto Seven and leading her.

She stepped within an inch of B'Elanna's face and leaned into her ear, whispering "Lt. I'll grant you this one, but don't think you can continue to interfere in my private life. Let this be the last time I have this conversation with you. The next four years can be your private heaven or your private hell, is that understood?"

The Klingon took a deep swallow, her face turning ashen and the smug expression dropping immediately. "Aye Captain, understood" Janeway shot her a force ten glare for emphasis, making the Klingon cringe.

She looked at Tom, who still remained with his mouth wide open and gingerly pushed his chin up and snapped it closed for him. Tom panicking and quickly sidestepping, making a path for the two women to cross and exit.

Harry on the other hand remained with his arms crossed in front of him, an angry expression crossing his boyish face. Janeway noted the defiance and determined now was as good as time as any to put him in his place. Pulling Seven in front of her, she motioned for her to meet her outside of the holodeck. Seven eyed Kathryn speculatively, but was smart enough not to question her and she quickly made haste exiting the holodeck.

Tom and B'Elanna followed suit and moved deeper into the holodeck, immediately finding something to do. Tom eyeing Harry with pity.

Janeway turned to Harry and slamming her command face on approached him "Lt. is there something on your mind?"

Harry not smart enough to know a losing battle when he sees one, decided to test his limits. "Yes, there is"

But before he could finish she quickly crossed the span between them shrinking the room size to a 2x2 configuration. The Lt. feeling suddenly trapped and cornered. "I think that's pretty obvious. However don't attempt to make the mistake that you can involve yourself in my private affairs. As for Seven I would say that what is happening between us is mutual. Deal with it Lt., the best man won so move on" she flexed her jaw muscle and allowed her own anger to flash through her eyes. The Lt. retreated immediately and swallowed deeply, he quickly skirted around her and ran towards Tom and B'Elanna. 'Yes, Ma'am".

Kathryn exited the holodeck, the doors hissing closed behind her, if it was possible a cloud of smoke would have been trailing behind. Seven was standing outside of the doors waiting patiently for Kathryn. Kathryn walked up to her and stood a breath away, in a husky voice with a slight smirk to her lip she eyed her lovingly "Perhaps we should retreat to a more private area, like my quarters?" her eyes searching and unsure of Seven's response.

Seven eyed her with amusement and smiling broadly, "I think that would be a wise decision" The two women smiled warmly at each other and falling side by side headed in the direction of the turbolift.