Spark
Janeway:
Neelix is rambling on about some new holiday. I think he’s come up with an
official reason to celebrate every day of the year – Ancestors day, St.
Patrick’s day, Talaxian heat rash day – the list just goes on, getting bigger
and longer.
Usually I like to hear what he has to say, cheers me up. But not today. Today, I
just want to watch her. Today I want the rest of the universe to fade away,
leaving just her.
She’s sitting to my left, perfectly poised; I wonder what she’s thinking? I bet
she can listen to Neelix, work out the square root of 394850,0000, decided her
duty schedule and plan what to have for dinner, all at the same time.
She glances over at me; I look away, was I staring? Was I too obvious? I pretend
to study the padd in my hands. I always try to look official when she turns that
crystal blue gaze on me. I wonder if it actually works, or if she can see
straight through me.
It must have worked; she looks away, down at her own padd. I almost sigh with
relief. It’s so intense sometimes, just being near her. On occasion, I have to
remind myself to breathe.
Tuvok is speaking now, looking mildly annoyed at whatever it was Neelix said. I
position my padd so that I can see Seven over the top of it. Her hair and face
so faultless. I really want to tussle that blonde mane, see her cheeks flushed
with exertion. Everything seems to come so easily to her, I want to see her
sweat for something.
That’s why I began our Velocity matches. I knew that I could bring out her
animalistic instincts given the right circumstances; it’s amazing what a
competitive streak can do to an individual. She is magnificent when challenged,
so forceful and resolute, as if everything depended upon her.
Now Paris’s lips are moving. Sometimes I wonder why he and B’Elanna are still
together. I always thought Harry and she were better suited. Go figure.
I wonder who Seven thinks about romantically? Does she even consider romance?
She tried the whole dating thing in my absence, maybe she was glad for my
absence. I think back to her initial social interaction with the crew, even as
inept as she was then, she still had a certain naïve charm.
Suddenly, I become aware that everyone is looking at me, awaiting a response. I
have none to give. Chakotay quirks an eyebrow. I guess what they want me to say,
I nod approvingly and declare, “It’s worth looking into,” using my best command
tone.
Everyone seems satisfied by this, they turn away from me and general discussion
begins again. *Internal sigh*, that was a little close for comfort. I must try
to concentrate. But I don’t want to. I want to hear her, hear that scientific,
detached manner – the no-nonsense Borg intonation that always does something
peculiar to the rhythm of my heart.
The room seems to be getting warmer; I tug at my collar. Maybe the environmental
controls are malfunctioning. I know this is not true, but sometimes I have to
pretend to myself, to avoid admitting the truth behind my physical responses.
I look at Seven again, imagining those long slender legs under the table. I
wonder if she has taken to crossing them? She finds sitting uncomfortable enough
as it is, would crossing her legs make it more ‘sufficient’? Perhaps I should
suggest it, the next time we are alone. Alone with Seven. The temperature of the
room increases again.
Crossed or uncrossed? I wonder if I should risk looking beneath the table, just
to see. I stifle a laugh at the thought of my senior staff turning to see the
dignified Captain Janeway, head under the conference table, ogling a pair of
Borg legs.
Sensing eyes on me, I look up to see Chakotay gazing at me, from the look on his
face I can tell the meeting is over. I stand. “Dismissed,” I pronounce
authoritatively.
They all nod, pull back their chairs, stand and leave, all except Seven. *Internal
sigh*. I can’t be alone with her now. I don’t trust myself. I am drained by
thoughts of her.
“Seven,” I say as casually as I can manage.
The beautiful ex-drone tells me of her latest success in Astrometric’s, she has
found a way to take another two years off our journey to the Alpha Quadrant. I
smile; she is my bringer of good news. She is my good fortune. I feel indebted
to her in so many ways. I want to repay her, but all I do is to smile, and say.
“Thank you, Seven.”
She smiles back and I melt.
She stands up; I struggle for breath. She nods, turns from me and marches out of
the conference room. As the door closes after her perfect form, I grab the
tabletop to steady myself. I think I’ll stay here for a few moments to collect
myself, then the Bridge and business as usual.
Seven:
She is wearing that colour lipstick that turns my insides into a soft mass. I
attempt to listen to Neelix, it is a simple task but I am being inefficient
today. My mind will not focus.
My enhanced sense of smell can trace her scent; it is a subtle perfume. Tender –
like her. I want to bathe in that fragrance. I want to press my face against her
neck, to cover her creamy skin in kisses.
I decide to risk a glance in her direction, if I see her for just a second I can
commit the image to memory and watch it for the rest of this briefing. I gaze
over at her. She looks away from me, down at her padd. Did I stare? Was I too
obvious? I peer down, pretending to study the padd in my own hands.
Tuvok begins speaking. I should pay attention; I usually find his line of
reasoning sufficient. But not toady. Today, the only sufficiency I require is
the Captain’s. I hope she will speak soon; I have a weakness for that deep husky
voice, even if it is not directed at me. Sometimes, before I regenerate, I
download her ship-wide messages into my alcove, just so I can hear her whilst I
rejuvenate.
Our frequent games of Velocity play on my mind. Seeing her in casual clothing,
out of breath, chest heaving, perspiration on her brow, moist hair strands
clinging to her face and neck, a furrow of determination etched into her elegant
features… no wonder I always lose! It is not that I am the weaker player - just
that she distracts me.
Ensign Paris is speaking; I glance at her out of the corner of my eye. She is
immersed in the data on her padd. I feel a sinking sensation. She is only
concerned with her duties, nothing else. That is why I attempted the ‘dating’
thing, to escape her. Escape my need for her. She could never want me the way I
want her to.
Then I realise everyone is looking to the captain, I turn my head in her
direction, I have no idea what they are waiting for or what they expect her to
say, I do not care – so long as I am able to watch her for a few more moments.
After a meaningful pause, she looks up. “It’s worth looking into,” she says
commandingly, that gravelly voice sends tingles rushing up and down my spine.
This seems to settle everyone and they begin further discussions, while I
rapidly feel a sweltering heat take over my body, as if flames are within my
bio-suit. I want to rip it from my body just to stop the heat. It is too intense.
Suddenly, the meeting is at an end. The captain says in a guttural, alluring
tone. “Dismissed,” but I do not want to go; I do not want to leave her. The
others are already halfway out of the door, I have not moved. My legs are weak.
She turns that dynamic gaze on me.
She speaks my name, her tone casual, as though she expected me to stay and take
up her time.
“The gas cloud we entered yesterday has affected the data readings of our
long-range scanners. I have adjusted our sensors to compensate for the - ” I
continue my explanation, it is the only excuse I could think of for staying
behind. I wonder if she can tell I am buying time?
When I finish, she gives me that adorable half-smile and says softly. “Thank you,
Seven,” I feel my nanoprobes dissolve.
I smile back, I have made her happy and I feel happy too.
I sense it is time to leave, before I say something that I should not. I stand
and head for the doors, I know she is watching me and it pleases me. I exit the
room and hear the doors shut behind me. I exhale slowly and walk over to the
turbo-lift; I hope I will see her again today. Until then, back to Astrometric’s,
back to work.
~The End~