Relative Reletivity

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The loop begins again. I start on the ship my home, my collective. Except I am not myself. I am what I would look like if I wore a Starfleet uniform.

My occular implant is gone and vanity isn't the issue my mission is. I've gone thru this scenario before,and yet there seems to be nothing I can to do to avoid her.

As if on cue there she is Captain Kathryn Janeway. A force-field Commander Tuvok and an Ensign stand between me Voyager's Safety and my heart.

I am not naive in thinking that this has been constructed. A blue print if you will a complete diagram of the crews journey and where do I fit? Squarely in the middle as I am now.

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"Who are you and what are you doing on my ship?" She is looking at and I wonder which one of us she sees. This version of the Captain has yet to encounter the drone Seven of Nine or the woman underneath the exoplating instead she has come face to face with me.

I use that name as if I even trully understand what it means. I am Seven of Nine. It dosen't matter if I am wearing this uniform or not. So I am confident when I look towards my Captain, my friend and I ask her to trust me.

For a tenth of a second I watch her eye's change from a stormy grey to a cerillain blue. I manage to containe the smile that threatens to permeate my facial structure.

The force-field is lowered and the Captain and I make our way thru the jefferies tube. As we crawl thru the small enclosement. I can feel her eyes on me.

I take pride in no matter what time we're in the Captain ends up seeking me out. Before I can fully ponder what she is thinking we are face to face with Captain Braxum. He is already sizing us up. I don't pretend to understand humanity. It would be illogical for humans don't understand it either. Captain Braxum has already come to the conclusion that he hates Captain Janeway and has little resolve for me.

If time wheren't the issue I'm sure the Captain would find this rather amusing as would I well at least I think I would if she asked me. I have been told to apprehend Braxum at all costs. As I look at her one last time I wonder if we'll ever have that disscussion.

When I rematerialize I am again on Voyager this time I'm running thru the corridor. Firing my phaser I hit Braxum. As a wave of dizzyness enompasses me. With this being my fourth jump there is small percentage that this may result in my termination I do not allow that to worry me.

For as the messhall comes into focus I am aware of everyone looking at me, firing at Braxum I slowly fall to the floor. She is next to me in an instant. A tricorder already in hand. I see her already forming a question to my apperance before she can speak, I tell her to apprehend Braxum, then she is gone.

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"Dry-Dock." That was it the first time I saw those readings. Strange it was also, no it couldn't have been her just wishful thinking. Chakotay looks on as Tuvok and I exit the bridge. As we head thru the corriders I can't help the strange feeling of dejavu that begins to wash over me. Looking at Captain Braxum I realize this isn't the first time I've laid eyes on him and neither is... "Seven of Nine to Seven of Nine." "We have him." I know what I just heard yet I find myself needing clarification and in getting it I know there will be a headache that is going to follow. Walking over to Seven I begin to ask her what just happend. When I rematerialize on another ship and there she is Seven of Nine in a sciene officer's uniform. I listen intently as I'm told of my crewmans exploit's thru out history.

I can't help but find this amusing. Hopefully I'll get to remeber this little excursion thru time. However the idea of being drafted even to save my own ship is not exactly a Captain's first choice. Yet Seven did it three-times so it's only fare I get to try it once.

Mission complete. Standing on the transporter pads. I realize we're going back. Seven will be intergrated with herself and I'll be a little more wiser in my hair selections.

Seven and I rematerialize in the corridor I just left or we... "Captain I..." Seven seems to have lost her resolve. I would guess jumping thru time and then intergrating with ones self would do that to anyone. Personally I could use a drink. I find I have said as much as Seven and I walk thru the corridors back to my quarters. Once thru the door I head over to the replicator. Seven has taken a seat on the couch. She is more relaxed than I have ever seen her and that cause's my next act. "Two scotch and soda's." As the tumblers materialize I head back over to the couch.

Handing the drink to her I forestall her next statment. "Seven I'm aware of synthehols effects on your system but you look like you could use a drink." She dosen't offer any resistance and I watch with bated breath as she downs her glass and heads for another. Her next drink she sips as she takes the seat next to me.

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The Captain sit's next to me and I feel as if she is almost looking thru me. There are so many things that are running thru my mind I replay the thoughts of my past self and the one I see now is Kathryn's eyes when I asked her to trust me. They where so blue. She wanted to kiss her even then looking at her now I want to do the same thing.

Turning into the cushions a little more I lean forward just a bit just to see what she will do. Looking to her I can see she is waiting for me to say or do something, reaching out I take her hand holding it in mine I squeeze it reassuringly. Then I let go rising from the couch I thank her for the drink and head to the door.

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Seven takes my hand for a brief a moment I thought she was going to kiss me. A part of me hoped she would but something in me knew that she wouldn't at least not yet.

Everytime I think I have a handle on us. What us there's that wishful thinking. I'm lost in my thoughts again looking up I expected to see the door closing to my surprise it hasn't even been opened Seven is standing with her back to me and god only knows what she could be thinking. Rising from the couch I move towards her.

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I don't want to leave just yet, what if these feeling don't end here. I have to know what it's like just to taste her this once. If she tells me to go I will but I can't deny myself this.

Turning around I run into her. I don't allow myself a moment to breath before I wrap my arms around her. Lowering my head I place my lips over hers at first it's just our lips,then slowly I feel her mouth opening allowing me entrance. I savor the moment for I can feel it ending all too soon. Slowly she begins to pull away and I can see it in her eyes the love that she so often hides.

I don't want to move but I know in less than a heartbeat the woman I see standing before me will be the Captain and not the woman I love. Before she says anything I leave her sancutary and go to my cargo bay. I will spend the night alone with my memories as she pretends to forget me. This is our way I know a soft touch, a shy glance and now a kiss. How much more can she take before she tells me she loves me.