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Code: T/7.
Rating: PG13
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Notes: I got a writers block from here to China lol, so I had to write a sad story sorry people you have been warned!! Also an extra warning, character dead(s) in this story, I felt I should warn people even though it can ruin the story.
Muttering a string of curses ..........
13 Apr 2001
Muttering a string of curses B'Elanna Torres, chief engineer on the USS Voyager tried to express her anger by kicking against a toolkit. She only succeeded in hurting her foot and muttered another string of curses.
"Lieutenant Torres."
Lanna's twin hearts stood still for a second, and she dropped the wrench she had been holding, which fell on her already hurting foot. She yelped and then cursed again, then she turned around and pinned the person who was responsible for part of her foul mood with a angry glare.
The person in question was unmoved however, and besides for raising her occular implant Seven of Nine didn't give any sign that she noticed how angry the half Klingon was at the moment.
"What do you want...Borg," B'Elanna snapped. Lanna almost immediately regretted it as she thought she saw a flicker of hurt appear in Seven's liquid blue eyes for a moment, but it was gone as quick as it had appeared, and made the half Klingon wonder if she had just imagined it.
"I require your assistance with some burned through gel packs in Jeffries Tubes section 6B," Seven said with her usual straight face.
"Uhmmm, first of all I'm kinda of busy right now, there's still damage from the attack of the Chronine ship that needs to be repaired as soon as possible, and second of all why can't you do this on your own?" B'Elanna said, and it was only then that she noticed Seven actually seemed to be nervous about something. As she seemed to avoid all eye contact with the chief engineer and her stance wasn't as ramrod straight as normally was the case.
"I have already replaced the gel pack earlier today, and checked the circuits to find the cause of the problem, but I could not find one. It burned through again just moments ago, I believe you might have a fresh look onto things," Seven said still avoiding eye contact at all costs.
B'Elanna sighed. Actually the repairwork could be handled by Vorik and Carey as they were quite capable, truth to be told she just wasn't looking forward to spending any time with the ex Borg. Lanna didn't really understand why though, she actually no longer felt like acting hostile towards Seven, so why was she reluctant to spend any time together? She assumed it was because she was afraid of actually becoming friends with the buxom blonde. Because lately she had been on more friendly terms with Seven, they had worked closely together on several projects and on repairs whenever necessary. Maybe that was the point, they worked so good together, each feeling what the other wanted, that it was just plain scary. "Okay Seven you win, let me just grab my toolkit."
"Thank you Lieutenant."
"Yeah yeah, I'm not that much of a boogyman you know?"
"I do not believe I ever stated you were?"
"You seem...nervous around me right now Seven, did I...do something?"
"My regeneration cycle was interupted today, I believe that might be cause for my malfunctioning," Seven said her face devoid of any emotions.
"Ooookay," Lanna said not buying the weak excuse, especially to Borg standards, for one second, but she wasn't going to pry. God or whoever was up there, would know it was damn hard to get any information out of the former drone.
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"Seven...hey Seven where did you dissapear too?"
"I am....sorry Lieutenant Torres, I believe I was...unfocused at the task at hand, I believe my level of malfunctioning is worse then I assumed at first," Seven said shaking her head just a little as if she could loose whatever was on her mind at that moment that way.
"Are you sure there isn't something that is bothering you," B'Elanna said trying to make Seven share her thoughts.
"I do not believe there is..."
"That is not your standard response to this question, so something is bothering you," Lanna said droping the tool she was holding in her hand and trying to make Seven look at her.
"I do not wish to discuss my problem," Seven said lowering her head and closing her eyes.
For some reason which B'Elanna couldn't explain, she cupped Seven's chin and made the former Borg look at her. "Seven, I know we don't always get along," B'Elanna laughed a bit at that. "Okay that we usually don't get along, but you can talk to me if you want too, I promise it will stay between us." Lanna had no idea why she offered to talk over Seven's problems, but she just did, and she knew she wouldn't take her words back either.
"You will not have a objective view on my problem," Seven stated, as her chin was still held in place by a soft hand. The feeling, Seven decided, was entirely not unpleasant, and actually served to arouse the former drone.
"Huh? Why not?"
"Because you are the problem."
B'Elanna dropped her hand all of a sudden, and withdrew it quickly as if she had burned it on something. The first emotion that she felt was anger, but it was quickly replaced by curiosity as to what the problem exactly was. "I don't think I understand Seven, I am the problem?"
"I will not discuss this any further, it is...not important."
"It is, if it occupies your thoughts and makes you nervous around me Seven, so don't give me this bullshit and spill it."
"I don't have anything to spill?"
"Seven, just come to the point, tell me what the problem is, or I will bother you as long as is necessary for you to tell me, and believe me I don't have much patience," B'Elanna said folding her arms.
Without another word Seven finally gazed in B'Elanna's hazel brown eyes and dropped her Borg shield for a second. Lanna was shocked as she read the emotions in Seven's blue eyes, and the blonde woman took advantage of that by leaning forward and caressing the half Klingon's lips with her own.
B'Elanna gasped and after a moment she responded and started to explore Seven's lips with her own. She softly bit the luscious red bottomlip and ran her tongue over it in a soothing gesture.
Seven moaned and let her own tongue tangle with B'Elanna's.
Suddenly Lanna seemed to realize what she was doing, and especially with who she was doing it. Her eyes shot open wide and without another word she pushed Seven away from her.
"B'Elanna?"
"Oh my...Kahless what did we just do?"
"The correct designation I believe, is that we kissed," Seven said back in full Borg mode as she realized something was wrong.
"Why Seven? Why did you kiss me?"
"I care about you Lieutenant," Seven said a sad expression on her face, her eyes a greyish color all of a sudden.
"This is wrong, you...get away from me," Lanna said disgust in her voice.
"Lieutenant?"
"Seven get the hell away from me, we can't do this, I love Tom, let's just forget this ever happened okay?"
"I can not forget it, unless that part of my memory is erased," Seven said as her usual emotionless mask was back on her face. She tried to appear as stoic as possible, but in reality she was having troubles keeping the tears that threatened to fall, at bay. A lump formed in her throat as she realized what was happening.
"Then just pretend it never happened, I don't even like you Seven, this was just all a big mistake okay, just forget it," B'Elanna said crouching back out of the Jeffries Tube, the repairs she was supposed to make, forgotten. She knew she was lying, but she was too scared to return Seven's feelings. A tear fell down her face on the Jeffries Tube floor, which was unseen by Seven who was still sitting on the same spot, not having moved an inch. B'E'lanna was a coward and she cursed herself inwardly, she was too afraid to give up the safe life and stable relation she had with Tom Paris.
For minutes, maybe an hour, or even more, Seven sat on the same spot, frozen in place, unable to realize the rejection by the woman she loved. Then her eyes focused on where she was again, and every single word the dark haired woman had said to her came back to her, each stabbing through her heart more then the other, until it was too much for the former drone. She burst out in tears and started to slam her fist into the thick plating of the Jeffries tube, and she continued for minutes, not stopping until her fist was a blood mess. Seven cried for for long agonizing minutes, until she was unable to shed another tear. Wiping her eyes she thought about B'Elanna words, to forget everything that happened.
Seven knew that B'Elanna had regretted what happened, and that that was the reason she wanted Seven to deny what had happened. But Seven didn't regret what had happened. She could try to forget...or just pretend it had not happened, but Seven also knew that every time she saw the half Klingon, she would still be reminded of what the kiss they had shared.
The pained woman saw only one option to forget what had happened and escape from the feelings she had right now.
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A few days later the crew of Voyager were gathered at the funeral of Seven of Nine, former tertiary adjunct of Unimatrix Zero One. Only one person was absent, which was noted by everybody, but not given much thought too. At least until they found the person in question later that day in her quarters, and Voyager had lost another of it's brilliant engineers.
The End