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~The Borg Colony~
Part 10
"Stay away from me." Kathryn seethed pushing against the steely frame of her blonde captor. Seven stared at the woman in front of her in open and undisguised confusion. She knew at the moment that Kathryn objected to spending any time together. But the complete panic and fear coming from the woman could only be seen as extreme overreaction to the stoic drone.
"I had no idea you had such an aversion to dancing." Seven said backing away from the woman.
"Dancing?" Kathryn asked not sure if she had even heard the drone correctly.
"Yes, dancing… I believed that it was customary to engage in dinner and then dancing. But since this obviously troubles you, I will not ask again." Seven answered backing away to let the woman have her space.
"Oh…dancing." Kathryn said filling with relief that her fears had been misplaced.
"Yes, what did you think I meant?" Seven asked aware that there had been some form of miscommunication.
"I thought…I thought…never mind." Kathryn answered quickly moving as fast as she could far away from the drone. The woman's curious manner and emotionally charged statements had piqued Seven's interest.
"Explain." Seven commanded in the tone she knew would have the most affect on Kathryn. She found the woman pacing slowly in front of the wide-open windows in the living room.
The cool night air of the mountains was wafting in creating a most pleasing temperature. Kathryn could see the flickering lights from the towering Borg technology as she looked out of the windows. And the strange thing was, she found it beautiful. It reminded her so very much of any other mountain town on Earth. When the sun went down, she could almost pretend she was home.
"Kathryn, I require an answer." Seven commanded more firmly. Visibly, the woman winced at the intrusion on her peaceful thoughts. If only Seven would leave her alone, things might actually be tolerable.
"Well, I don't want to give you one. I'm tired of speaking with you." Kathryn responded not bothering to move away from the window's ledge. Gently, a cool breeze came by unsettling her hair. Her dark pupils were wide and large as they reflected the flickering lights all around them. Kathryn almost looked serene. And in that moment, Seven didn't think she had ever seen the woman more radiant.
"What are you staring at?" Kathryn asked unnerved by the drone's silent vigil.
"I am staring at you." Seven responded with her normal blunt honesty. The human finally turned to face the drone. She was about to really lay into Seven with the full force of her rattled temper when something strange caught her eye. There on the bookshelf right behind the drone rested the most exquisite vase she had ever seen. She didn't see how it could possible belong to Seven. Everything in the drone's home was white, sterile and always kept in perfect order. This vase was loud and bold painted in bright reds and purple hues. She couldn't understand how she had missed it all this time. Nervously, Seven glanced behind not understanding what had caught Kathryn's attention.
"Seven, what is that?" Kathryn asked pointing to the vase.
"It is a vase." Seven finally answered after figuring out that nothing else behind her was in Kathryn's direct line of sight.
"I know that." Kathryn snapped moving closer for a more detailed investigation.
"Why do you have it?" She asked delicately touching the fine glass it was made from.
"It is from Ildonia, the capital city of a planet not far from here. Dreyka convinced me to buy it. She said my home needed color." Seven explained keeping both hand and mechanical implant firmly locked behind her back.
"Ildonia? Dreyka was with you?" Kathryn idled enjoying the fine craftsmanship that had gone into Seven's purchase.
"Yes, she goes there quite frequently for their unique shopping. I believe it is something that Twelve wishes she did considerable less of." Seven answered beginning to feel like they might actually be having their first civil conversation.
"Dreyka can leave the colony?" Kathryn asked virtually astounded by the little bit of news.
"Yes, of course." Seven replied not understanding the woman's reaction.
"Is she the only one? Or can other's come and go?" Kathryn asked nearing a frenzy point. Seven took a few moments to consider her answer carefully. She knew this was probably going to sound harsh any way she put it.
"No, everyone is free to come and go as they wish. They are here because they choose to be. You are the only prisoner." Seven responded.
Carefully, Kathryn put the vase back down onto its shelf. Didn't want to risk breaking it during the onslaught of anger that was about to be unleashed. She couldn't believe what Seven had just told her. There was no way she would ever believe a human would choose to stay here within this colony if they could simply leave any time they wished.
"You expect me to believe that?" Kathryn hissed rounding the drone's form to leave the room.
"It's the truth. Why would I lie about that?" Seven asked following the human as she stormed up to the bedroom.
"Why??? Because you're Borg! And that's what you do, you lie." Kathryn answered through the flaming tones of her anger.
"You are mistaken. If you'll remember correctly it was humans who lied to us. You proposed an alliance and we were lied to. Your memory is obviously flawed." Seven answered coolly watching Kathryn stalk around the bed in furious circles.
"I know you're lying Seven! No human would choose to stay here. Maybe it's the nanoprobes… Maybe that's what makes Dreyka stay here because if she were of her right mind she would choose to leave. She would flee this place!" Kathryn screamed desperately wishing she had something in her hands to throw at Seven.
"Why?" Seven asked wondering if there was in fact any logical basis for Kathryn's outrage.
"Because she's a slave here. She does whatever her unimatrix tells her. She can't even think for herself." Kathryn ranted looking again for some sort of way to escape Seven's presence.
"Have you noticed her being mistreated? Is she lacking in food? Shelter? Clothing? Does she work for extended periods of time in dangerous circumstances without appropriate rest? Is her life somehow in danger?" The drone asked completely baffled by Kathryn's view of life at the colony. Seven had traveled the galaxy as a drone. And she knew of no other place that offered the same high-stand of living as the colony.
"No, Seven that's not what I meant." Kathryn responded feeling her fury start to dissipate. These screaming matches never seemed to get her anywhere.
"That what did you mean?" Seven asked completely unaffected by the woman's latest angry tirade.
"She's mated… to a drone." Kathryn snapped finally deciding to rest on the bed with her head safely hidden behind her hands. She was glad that she couldn't see Seven. Because at the moment, because she practically could hear the circuits clicking together in her mind.
"The act of mating with a drone upsets you." Seven said finally realizing that this latest shouting had nothing to do with Dreyka and everything to do with Kathryn.
"Of course it upsets me Seven." Kathryn seethed barely able to look at the smirking drone standing across the room.
"And tonight after you dinner, you believed that I wanted to copulate." Seven stated without needing confirmation of her suspicions. The proof was written all over Kathryn Janeway's blushing body.
"You were correct. We will copulate. However, I felt that now was not the appropriate time." Seven finished quietly entering the bathroom letting the woman have a few moments to herself. Kathryn relaxed onto the bed seeing that it was time for them to sleep. They always went to bed at the same time every night, Seven insisted on it.
Reclining on her elbow Kathryn noticed that Seven had left the bathroom door open the tiniest fraction of an inch. She didn't know why the drone had done so. But the opening was just enough for her to see some added Borg enhancements to Seven's body that were normally invisible to her. There were wide area of black mesh and steel circuits running the length of her thighs, back and stomach. Kathryn found herself looking away in near horror. She felt her skin lurch and heart panic at the thought of having to mate with the steel covered drone. But despite her initial reaction, Kathryn couldn't help but wonder if a small part of her Seven had somehow managed to survive the mechanical trappings of the hive.
A short story on what a first time love affair might be like between Kathryn Janeway and Seven Of Nine.
A short story based on a fantasy Kathryn has revolving around her favorite Borg Drone. (warning: contains spanking)
~The Borg Colony~
*Part1 *Part2 *Part3 *Part4 *Part5
A story based on the concept of what would happen if Seven rejoined the hive. This contains graphic loving between Kathryn and Seven.
