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This story is an original work of fiction set in the pre-existing universe of Star Trek: Voyager. As such, many of the characters and references used within belong solely to Paramount Pictures. No gain, monetary or otherwise, is expected from their use and no copyright infringement is intended or should be inferred.
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This story is a flash fic piece.
Yes
Janeway paced, as was her want. One hand resting on her hip and the other rubbing her brow. One word resonating in her head, Why? Why? Why?
If it would help she would throw something but there was nothing in her quarters she cared enough to break. She was the fucking captain, cool under pressure, sure of her decisions. Always thinking of the crew, all of them, and getting them home. No one crew member more important than another she had believed. Damm it, it was true, wasn’t it.
True until now. True for the majority of this journey. True until the arrival of the borg – resistance is futile. Fucking borg.
Crash!
Well Kathryn – does that feel better – she asked herself as she looked at the shattered pieces of glass on the floor.
No!
I am sick of these quarters and sick of this ship and sick of being the captain – she yelled to the air.
Chivas straight up – she barked at the replicator. Down it went in one smooth gulp. Chivas straight up – she barked again.
Oh God – who was this person, she wondered to herself. All this because of one sentence, one lousy sentence that she hadn’t expected.
"You would not accept my death as you would the other crew members."
Bulls eye, shot between the eyes. And she thought they had been talking about Indiana, gently reminiscing. Ah there was the problem you see, guard down, had relaxed for a minute. Never let your guard down when facing your opponent.
But Seven was no opponent to be warded off. Or was she?
Janeway paced some more. Enough with the questions she thought what about some answers. Sadly this was not a problem she could look up on some PADD or remember star fleet training procedures.
This was a terrain far more terrifying for Janeway than any she had faced so far in the Delta Quadrant. These questions went deep into the heart, a place she had been so careful to pack away until the journey home had ended.
Why the hell did I go into astrometrics in the first place she wondered? But of course astrometrics was somewhere she found herself more and more often these days. Nothing to do with Seven of course, just wanting to find a way home, she tried to tell herself.
Seven. That was the nub, the source of all her problems. Seven, the small child that became a borg and was now learning how to be a woman. Seven with her implants, her blue eyes, her soft blonde hair always pulled back into a bun. Seven with her uniform that seemed painted to her flesh, a uniform that traveled over ever curve and bump and indentation just like Janeways fingers wanted….
Crash!
NO yelled Janeway to the stars flashing by outside. NO yelled Janeway to the walls and floor and chairs. No please God no she sobbed.
But YES cried her lonely long neglected heart. YES yelled her soul. YES yelled every fiber of her being. Yes pleaded her desire yearning to be heard.
Yes said Janeway to herself. Yes, Yes, Yes.