Bye Bye Borg
She looks far more angelic in death than in life; perhaps it's all those flowers and the absence of those damn cat suits, but she really does look like an angel that fell from heaven and somehow avoided the disintegration upon re-entry that the others fall victim to. Her expression is lax, void of any discerning emotion and free from that flicker of –what had it been? Doubt? Concern? Loathing? I had never learned what it really was, but it had been there since our return.
She looks so young…she is young. Only forty-two and dead already. It's almost unheard of to die that young these days, but there were complications with her physiology and she just up and died one day. It was a shock, really, but I suppose she left in the same manner she was discovered –abruptly.
Her funeral is small. Having retained an absolute dislike for the majority of Earth's population through the rest of her life, she made few friends and really only remained close with those she had served with on Voyager –B'Elanna, oddly enough, me, the EMH and Harry Kim. All were here now, heads bowed, faces stricken with grief.
She would have been outwardly appalled at the display of emotion, but I know inside she would be profoundly moved. She really wasn't as cold as she appeared. Most of it was a defense against the idiots that were incessantly knocking at her door, vying for a picture of the one and only Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct to Unimatrix Zero One.
I'll never forget the first time we made love, and I'll certainly never forget that first visit with the Doctor when she nicked me inside with that mesh encased hand. To this day, even with my romp through the cadet manifest, she remains the best lay I've ever had.
She never loved me, not like I loved her. She never loved anyone or anything except for Mr. Friskykins, her clinically obese cat. I bought him for her for her 33rd birthday, and to this day I loathe the damn thing, but he made her so happy I couldn't bear to let Mollie eat him, no matter how much I wanted to.
Her favorite food was cake.
Of all things…cake.
She was brilliant…so very, very brilliant.
And at one point, she was everything to me.
She wasn't my wife, and she was only my lover part of the time; but she was my best friend, and in many ways, the only real friend I've ever really had. I did love her, so much, and I know…
I know I'll miss her, and all of her Borgness so…