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Code: T/7.
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Description: Someone is playing tricks on the Voyager crew.
BElanna nestled further ....
15 Dec 2002
BElanna nestled further into the soft body she was laying on. When the arms that had been loosely wrapped around her tightened, she sighed in contentment. She decided to simply lay there for a while and enjoy the dream while it lasted. It was when the body under her shifted and gasped softly, that she realized,
A; she wasnt asleep, and
B; this was no dream.
Despite the weight of Voyagers chief engineer spread over her, Seven was the first on her feet. Shed taken one look at what, or rather who, was weighing her down and had jumped to her feet leaving the half-Klingon sprawled on the mattress. A spit second later BElanna was on her feet on the other side of the bed, glaring at Seven. BElanna was the first one to start yelling.
What in Kahless name are you doing in my quarters? she shouted at Seven. How did you get in and how did you manage to climb into my bed without waking me? Where are your clothes? a quick look down at herself, and BElanna screamed, Where are my clothes?
We are not in your quarters. Seven answered calmly enough. Her eyes were still as big as saucers but she wasnt about to let BElanna know just how upset she really was. As for your other questions, I know as little as you do.
BElanna looked around and sure enough, they were in one of the guest quarters. Not the V.I.P. suite to be sure, but guest quarters none the less. How did you manage to do this? she asked with not so much force. Something was definitely going on, but BElanna was suddenly sure that Seven had nothing to do with it. Tom! I bet it was Tom. she muttered darkly to herself.
This does seem to be in keeping with the ensigns sense of humour, Seven agreed.
Well whoever did this is going to pay and I do mean pay! BElanna roared as she headed, naked, for the door.
Lieutenant? Would it not be prudent to acquire clothing before entering the corridor? Seven asked in all innocence.
BElanna merely growled and headed for the replicator.
20 minutes later, found the two women standing in the captains ready room. The replicator in the guest quarters had been offline. The two woman had, had to sneak, naked, across the corridor and into another of the guest quarters to find a working console and replicate clothing for themselves. Though neither of them were particularly shy, they were both furious that this joke had gone so far. Neither would admit to being secretly pleased at seeing the other nude, but the idea of being seen by just anyone as they snuck through the ships corridors was infuriating.
Seven was standing at attention while BElanna was trying to pace a hole in the carpet. Janeway entered the room and before she could sit, BElanna stalked over to the desk and ground out, I want Tom dead. I want him dead, right now.
I also believe ensign Paris is responsible for this. Seven stated.
Toms the only one on this whole ship with enough arrested maturity to find this funny. BElanna shot back.
He could have moved both of us to different quarters and removed our clothing. Seven confirmed.
Janeway, finally catching on to the fact that this was not merely another session of BElanna and Seven yelling while she played referee, shot a hand up in the air. Wait a minute. Perhaps you ladies should tell me just what the hell is going on and why you want ensign Paris dead. she added with a sharp look at Torres.
In precise clipped tones Seven told the captain exactly how theyd woken up that morning. The lieutenant believes that ensign Paris is the culprit. Seven finished with a slight look of distaste.
And you agree? Janeway questioned.
I do. Seven said with a slight nod. I was regenerating. Interrupting my regeneration cycle can only be done with an emergency override. I should have awakened. The only explanation for my not awakening is that I must have been sedated. As the doctors assistant, ensign Paris would have access to the necessary medications. I would assume that Lieutenant Torres was also sedated.
Janeway had no answer to that. A stunt like this was about Toms speed. He also had access to not only sickbay for sedatives, but the command codes to authorize the site to site transport necessary to move the women without being caught. Mr. Tuvok. Please have a security detail bring ensign Paris to my ready room. Now! Janeway ordered grimly. Tom had gone too far this time.
Tom protested his innocence all the way to the brig. The fact that he kept stopping his heartfelt protests to giggle, only made his guilt more apparent to everyone.
I cant leave him in there, forever. Janeway told the two women later over coffee. Well coffee for her. Thanks to this crisis, she was 3 cups behind schedule and was desperately trying to catch up. If we didnt need a pilot so badly, Id consider it, but out here, in the delta quadrant, we just dont have the luxury of normal discipline. she finished unnecessarily.
You can let him out any time. BElanna said with emphasis. Ill be more than happy to discipline him myself. I promise you, itll be a long time before whats left of him tries a stunt like that again.
I would be more than happy to assist you, Lieutenant. Seven offered calmly.
I think we can get by without Tom at the helm for a while. Janeway announced as both women frowned in disappointment. How stupid can one man be? Janeway thought to herself Im the captain and even Im not brave enough to get them both mad at me. With a shake of her head and a silent prayer that Seven and BElanna wouldnt hurt Tom too much, she dismissed the two and went back to her coffee.
The next morning Janeway hadnt even had her first coffee of the day when Torres and Seven were again in her ready room. This time theyd woken up in the guest quarters where theyd had to go to replicate clothing the day before. To make matters worse, the replicators in both quarters had been deactivated. Theyd had to wrap up in the sheets on the bed and sneak back to BElannas quarters to dress.
I want his head! BElanna raged.
Seven merely stood beside Torres saying nothing, but the look on her normally calm face spoke murder. They had woken up much the same as the day before. This time they had not wasted time yelling at each other. They had not even spoken as they had went about getting to clothing and the captain, in that order.
He did it again. she said with a low growl.
He was in the brig, he couldnt have. Janeway stated reasonably.
Then explain how I woke up in a strange bed with a naked Borg. Again. BElanna grated. The next few minutes saw the air filled with a string of Klingon curses regarding Tom and what was going to happen to him when BElanna got hold of him.
Janeway was glad she didnt speak Klingon. Seven decided not to translate, as she was positive the captain would not approve of Torress suggestions regarding Paris anatomy, or rather his soon to be lack of anatomy. When BElanna stopped for breath, Seven offered. He could not have moved us last night. He was in the brig.
He did it all right. Its just like him. I dont know how he did it, but he did it. BElanna said darkly.
An accomplice? Seven asked.
Harry! BElanna sneered.
Good lord. Janeway mumbled as the two women stalked out to the main bridge to look for Harry.
Feeling proud of herself for saving Harrys life, Janeway watched the two men in her brig. Shed gotten to Harry just in time and the young man had been arrested on the spot. Hed protested loudly, while struggling against the two security officers holding his arms, that he didnt have any idea what was going on. Janeway had nodded to the two angry women standing beside her. Do you want to tell them that, or go to the brig until we get this sorted out. Harry practically dragged the security officers off their feet in his hurry to get to the safety of the brig.
Well? She asked impatiently, as she watched the two men standing at opposite sides of the cell. Harry glared at Tom. Tom just looked blank.
I swear, captain. I have no idea how that happened. I had absolutely nothing to do with it. He ignored Harrys derisive snort and added, Whoever did it though, sure has a great sense of humour.
Harry gave him a look that said, and you wonder why youre in the brig. to the captain he said. The first I heard of any of this was when I got arrested.
I wish I could believe you Harry, Janeway said. But Tom was in the brig last night, so there has to be someone else involved. Considering that this is an extreme invasion of privacy and borders on sexual assault, Im going to leave you here until we can complete an investigation.
Hey. Tom protested. You dont even have any proof that I did anything and now youre going to arrest my friends (ex-friends, harry muttered) as accomplices? What kind of justice is that?
Toms right, Harry. I really have no right to hold you in the brig. I dont want to let you go right yet though. Janeway said with a frown.
Harry remembered the look he had gotten from BElanna and Seven. Then lets just call this protective custody. I really dont want to run into either of them right now. Besides, their safety is more important than my comfort. If a couple of days in the brig will make it easier all around, then Ill co-operate. I do have one request though. He finished.
Whats that? Janeway asked.
Have someone go get my sax, I might as well spend some time practicing. Besides, Tom hates sax music. When annoying him gets boring, I can use it to beat him to death.
Janeway saw to the delivery of Harrys sax, personally.
By the end of the week they had woken up four times in the guest quarters, twice in hydroponics and the night before in Belannas bed. BElannas bed had been embarrassing for both, but at least they had immediate access to clothing. Hydroponics had no such accommodations and the pair had, had to walk past half of the Earth Sciences department before they found a working replicator. The crew who had been present would cherish the memory for a very long time, after they got over being growled at by a very angry, very naked Klingon. Seven had merely strolled past everyone with her usual icy stare.
Harry was out of the brig and so was Tom. Tuvoks investigation had proven that there was no way that anyone on the ship could have pulled a stunt like this. Both women had apologized to Harry. Neither had bothered to even acknowledge Tom. Once their anger had worn off, they had both realized that Harry would never stoop that low. They also realized that Tom just didnt have the skill to pull something like this off, but they were still mad at him for finding it so funny.
Harry had been surprisingly understanding. Its ok hed stated, meaning it. Now you know for sure who didnt do it. Id rather go back to the brig than have either of you suspect me of something like that. Besides, he added with a grin, It gave me and Tom time to work out something we should have talked about a long time ago.
What would you possibly have to work out with the ensign? Seven asked innocently.
Even Seven couldnt miss the meaning in Harrys look.
You and Tom? Oh Khaless. You cant be serious. BElanna snorted.
Harry just shrugged, but the grin said it all. Hes an immature pig, I know. But hes my pig now.
Scans have revealed nothing out of the ordinary. Tuvok stated with typical Vulcan calm. Upon waking, their lifesigns register at their new locations but, while in their respective restive states, each appears to be in their usual location of rest. During Sevens regeneration, at approximately 12:02 am, she simply disappeared. Scans indicated that she was in her alcove regenerating. It was not until she woke at 7:00 am that her lifesigns revealed her location.
You watched her sleep? BElanna asked with vague concern. Shed been waking up with a naked Borg in her arms every day for a week now but, for some reason, the idea of Tuvok seeing her regenerating, fully clothed no less, bothered her.
It was necessary I assure you. We needed to ascertain when the actual disappearance took place. Tuvok replied.
I was not sleeping. I was regenerating. I only sleep when I am with you. Seven stated. She was not sure why BElanna suddenly turned red.
Janeway chimed in before BElanna could say anything. Thats an interesting point. Doctor? How long is the longest that Seven has been able to sleep on her own?
Less that an hour. Why? the doctor answered from his place at the conference table.
No reason I guess, but we have to look into every detail. Im not comfortable with this whole situation. We proved Tom didnt do it. Hell, we proved that there is no one on the ship who could have done it. But it still keeps happening.
Everyone around the table nodded solemnly. Everyone except for Tom, who was grinning slightly. As soon as Harry noticed the expression, he kicked Tom under the table, hard. Tom immediately sobered. Maybe Harry will be good for him Janeway mused.
A week turned into two weeks and two weeks turned into three. Seven and BElanna got into a routine. Theyd wake up and determine where they were. If they had the luxury of privacy theyd take their time using sheets or whatever, to wrap up in before going in search of the nearest replicator for clothing. Janeway had given them all the replicator rations they needed, so that part worked out. Then theyd go to the mess hall for a quick breakfast after dressing. They would part with a muttered goodbye and go to their respective departments to begin their day. On the days, thankfully few, that they woke in more public places they simply omitted covering up first and walked the halls naked until they found a replicator. Lucky for the crew they had, except for the one time in hydroponics, seen no one.
There had been one night when BElanna had awoke to find Seven stoking her back soothingly. Go back to sleep. shed instructed softly. There are still two more hours until morning.
I will, just as soon as I go back to my own bed. BElanna answered, as she started to sleepily rise.
Seven pulled her back down. There is no point. You will simply end up back here.
How do you know? BElanna asked with a yawn, as Seven resumed the restful stroking.
Because I woke up last night as well. I went back to my alcove and resumed my regeneration. I woke this morning in the arms of a very grumpy, half-Klingon engineer. Seven answered in sleepy amusement.
Grumpy? BElanna asked, as she lifted head to look at Seven better. Calling a Klingon warrior grumpy isnt very nice you know.
Go back to sleep BElanna, Seven whispered, pulling the sleepy woman back down again.
BElanna complied and Seven soon followed her back into sleep.
If there were other times when one or the other would wake during the night they never said, but that was the day they finally declared a truce and became real friends
Where are we today? Seven mumbled into the convenient chest of the woman she was laying on.
BElanna cracked one eye open to look around the room. My quarters.she mumbled back, still half asleep. Without thinking, she tightened her hold on Seven and pulled her closer to sleep a little longer.
The sudden rush of cold air across her now exposed chest, told her that Seven had rather suddenly gotten up. May I borrow a robe? she asked shortly.
Seven had been visibly shaken each time they had woke in her quarters. It was bad enough that they kept waking up together, but for some reason, waking up in BElannas private quarters bothered her immensely. Today was no different. Seven looked ready to bolt. The only thing that kept her there was the need to find something to wear.
Whats wrong, my quarters arent good enough for you? BElanna asked with a low growl. The day before, when theyd woke up in the Jefferies tube it hadnt phased Seven. Now, today, she couldnt get away fast enough.
Youre quarters are adequate Lieutenant. I merely wish to be on my way. I have my duties to attend to. Seven replied stiffly.
Bullshit! BElanna snarled. If you could, youd be running to get out of here. Youre perspiring and youre heart rate has almost doubled. Youre not the only one with enhanced senses you know. Klingons are also pretty good at picking up fear and youre scared to death. Anywhere else, Im BElanna, here, in my own quarters, Im suddenly lieutenant again. Youre fine every other damn place we wake up, but when its here, you cant get away fast enough. jumping to her feet, BElanna stalked to her bathroom. Let her get a robe her own damn self she thought as she started the water. When she came back from the shower, Seven, and her favourite blue robe were gone. BElanna was too angry to really dwell on her feeling of disappointment at finding Seven gone.
They didnt see each other for the rest of the day. BElanna however, did find her robe on her couch. How Seven had bypassed the security code she wasnt in the mood to contemplate. Picking up the robe and waving it like a battle flag in front of her, she stalked to her bedroom mumbling, Khaless she makes me so mad I want to... Just then she caught Sevens scent mixed with her own on the robe. In a rush of heat, she knew exactly what it was she wanted to do. At the same time she realized what was making Seven so upset when they woke in her quarters. If I can smell you on a robe you only wore for a few minutes, then what do youre enhanced senses pick up when youre in my bed? BElanna asked herself with a grin.
BElanna was looking forward to the night. The next day neither of them had any duty shifts. They both had the day off and BElanna already knew how the day was going to begin. The only question would be where would it be. Please dont let it be the mess hall she silently prayed.
She abruptly laughed. If I find out whos responsible for all this, Ill have to remember to thank them. With another laugh, she turned out the light. Imagine me going to bed early for a change.
It was BElanna who woke first. My quarters again she mused. Looking at the long body wrapped around her, BElanna wondered how she could have missed it. This was comfortable. More comfortable that anything this strange had a right to be. Then there was that night. They had both been awake and Seven, who had never slept for more than an hour voluntarily, had calmly drifted off to sleep while stroking the half-Klingon like a cat. BElanna, who had never been able to stand the feeling of past lovers nighttime closeness, had fallen right back to sleep the instant that soft hand on her back and softer voice in her ear, had told her to.
Seven? Wake up, we need to talk. BElanna said, while she gently pushed blond hair out of just opening blue eyes.
She saw the desire she now knew she would find, as well as the cool Borg mask that would hide it an instant later. This time she was having none of that.
With infinite patience BElanna simply cupped Sevens cheek in her hand and waited. Seven refused to meet BElannas eyes as she tried to keep the cool Borg mask in place. It never occurred to her to simply move back and away. That single soft, patient touch had her bound tighter than steel. After long minutes, the mask cracked. Seven issued a strangled sob and buried her face in BElannas shoulder.
BElanna held Seven until the sobs lessened to sniffles. Taking a corner of the sheet in one hand she tilted Sevens head back with two fingers of the other and gently wiped the tears away.
When were you going to tell me? BElanna asked quietly.
I had not intended to tell you at all.Seven replied miserably. I had no wish to bring my personal feelings into what is already, for you, an intensely unpleasant experience. I am sorry that you had to discover this.
Moving closer with infinite slowness, BElanna carefully watched Sevens expression. When her lips were a bare millimeter away she said with deliberate calm. Dont be sorry Seven. Never be sorry. I should be apologizing to you for taking so long to realize I feel the same way.
The kiss was slow and infinitely gentle. BElanna was careful to build the fire slowly. It would become an inferno soon enough.
Later when they were again sleeping peacefully in each others arms, they both woke to the sound of loud laughing.
Quickly jumping out of bed to stand protectively in front of her very sleepy new lover, BElanna let out a disgusted snort. You! she growled.
You know I like the way you growled earlier better. Seven seemed to really like that growl too.
You were watching us? BElanna shouted Why you disgusting.......
Q Seven said calmly, as she moved to stand behind BElanna, I assume you are responsible for this.
With feigned hurt, Q addressed BElanna. As soon as I realized what was going on I left. Then to Seven, Guilty as charged. I owed you a favour and this was it. You helped me when I needed it, so I decided to help you. Brushing imaginary lint from his starfleet admirals uniform, Q continued. Clever of me, wouldnt you say?
Very. Seven agreed dryly. I assume that you will no longer be adjusting our sleeping arrangements?
Theres no need now, so no. My part of the fun is over. I will leave the rest to you. Q stated smugly.
Then get out. Now! BElanna ordered. Just as he was about to snap his fingers and disappear BElanna added, Thank you Q.
With a smile and a flash Q was gone.
By the time BElanna turned back to the bed, Seven was already reclining on the mattress. Letting out that growl that Seven had liked so much, BElanna slowly lowered herself back onto the bed and into waiting arms.
The End