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~The Borg Colony~
Part 9
The setting laid out before her surprised Kathryn. Since her arrival, her meals had been taken alone or with Dreyka. Seven hadn't graced her with the presence of her company. But from the looks of things, all that was about to change.
The dining room table that was normally covered in data pads was now delicately set with the finest dishes. There were blue taper candles gently flickering in what Kathryn could only assume were crystal holders. And the most wonderful aromatic wave was gently wafting in from the kitchen. It all looked so perfect. For just a moment, it made her forget where she was.
But then the enhanced Borg version of Seven stomped in halting her brief escape of reality. Seven only glanced at her as she rounded the table adding a large salad bowl. Kathryn felt her stomach jump in anticipation at the spread laid out before her. All of her favorites had been blended together in one visually appetizing meal.
"You will sit." Seven commanded in her normally brusque tone. Kathryn felt her blood grow a little colder every time Seven spoke to her in that manner.
"Please?" The drone added more politely. Kathryn was taken aback at the sudden attempt at courtesy. Deciding that there was no harm in indulging her taste buds, she joined Seven at the table.
Her first bite was exquisite. Her second was even more delectable. The herbs and spices seemed to come alive on the very surface of her tongue. She had no idea a replicator could make such amazing lasagna.
"The food is to your liking?" Seven asked a bit hesitantly. Kathryn was obviously enjoying the evening so far. The drone hated to risk ruining the pleasant silence that had settled between them.
"Yes, it's delicious. The replicator in our kitchen did this?" She asked wondering if the meal wasn't from a restaurant at the nearby promenade.
"No, I prepared it myself." Seven answered pleased that she had impressed Kathryn with her skill.
"Why would you do that?" Kathryn asked suspiciously. In the long months of her captivity she had never once seen Seven do anything but work. She was beginning to think the drone didn't know how to function in any other capacity.
"Dreyka told me that it is customary to prepare a meal for someone when you wish to express feelings for them." Seven firmly stated in her normal stoic manner. Kathryn practically froze her fork in the air. She utterly couldn't believe that statement had just come from Seven's mouth.
"Are you trying to be funny?" Kathryn replied really not understanding what was going on. Had Seven done something like this for her aboard Voyager she would have assumed that she was being wooed. But here in the colony, she had no assumptions to make about this drones' behavior.
"No, humor was not my intention." Seven answered quickly. She looked around a bit nervously. Obviously she had missed something or done something wrong. Kathryn was not supposed to find their time together funny. She had hoped the human would find it friendly, charming, and maybe even a little romantic.
"Well it should be. You want to express feelings? That's quite funny coming from a Borg drone. I know full well you don't have any." Kathryn snapped eating her food with a voracious appetite. She didn't care what Seven said to her. She wasn't going to let it ruin the best meal she had had in ages.
"I do have feelings Kathryn. I'm not directly linked to the hive mind. My individuality is intact." Seven stated a bit caught off guard by Kathryn's comment. It seemed ridiculous for the former captain to have said such things at all. Kathryn had seen drones connected to the hive. They didn't speak when addressed. In fact, they didn't speak at all. But she was different from all that. She had her own thoughts and ideas. And as inconvenient as they were at times, she most certainly had feelings.
"Oh, well excuse me. Please tell me Seven what were you trying to get across?" Kathryn asked not bothering to hide the sardonic tones in her voice.
"I wish us to be friends again." Seven replied. She practically bit her tongue to stop from saying more. She couldn't help it. There was just so much she wanted from Kathryn now.
"Friends? Are you malfunctioning? I'm your hostage now, not your friend." Kathryn seethed ready to storm away at any moment.
"You are being unreasonable." Seven stated with absolute certainty.
"I'm being unreasonable???" Kathryn screamed in complete shock.
"Yes, once you separated me from the hive. I begged you to return me! But you wouldn't. YOU kept me hostage on board Voyager. You expected me to adapt. I tried my best and eventually we became friends. Or so I thought… But now you are here. And when I ask you to do the very same thing that you asked of me, you think I'm some sort of demented criminal." Seven explained using all the emotions she very much possessed.
"Seven, this is different." Kathryn stammered unwilling to connect their circumstances. "No, it is not. The only difference is that I was held on Voyager. And you are being held in a colony." Seven snapped unable to understand the complete lack of understanding in the normally logical woman seated next to her. "You can't be serious? We're talking about the Borg! There is no comparison." Kathryn snapped finally pushing away from the table. "Don't you think I felt the same way when I came to Voyager. I was trapped on a Federation vessel." Seven stated finally letting her anger pass. "This conversation is getting us no where. That steel covering your body apparently shields your heart as well. Because if you had even the tiniest shred of humanity locked within your drone exterior you would help me escape." Kathryn said turning to leave the room. As far as she was concerned, her evening with Seven was quite finished.
"Seven, this is different." Kathryn stammered unwilling to connect their circumstances.
"No, it is not. The only difference is that I was held on Voyager. And you are being held in a colony." Seven snapped unable to understand the complete lack of understanding in the normally logical woman seated next to her.
"You can't be serious? We're talking about the Borg! There is no comparison." Kathryn snapped finally pushing away from the table.
"Don't you think I felt the same way when I came to Voyager. I was trapped on a Federation vessel." Seven stated finally letting her anger pass.
"This conversation is getting us no where. That steel covering your body apparently shields your heart as well. Because if you had even the tiniest shred of humanity locked within your drone exterior you would help me escape." Kathryn said turning to leave the room. As far as she was concerned, her evening with Seven was quite finished.
"It's unthinkable to you now, but in time you will adapt. You may even grow to like your new life here." Seven stated, swiftly rounding the table to trap Kathryn near the wall.
"I'm through talking to you." Kathryn threatened not wanting to physically confront the drone. A physical fight was the last thing she wanted tonight.
"We are not finished." Seven directed moving her body closer to Kathryn's. If she moved even an inch closer Kathryn would be able to feel the wide expanses of her body armor. It was a thought that made the woman want to cower. But she was a Starfleet captain. She wasn't going to let this drone intimidate her.
"I believe it is also customary to follow such a meal with physical activity. We will do so now." Seven commanded using her driest tones. This time Kathryn couldn't stop the tremor that worked its away across her body. All too clearly she knew exactly what Seven had in mind. Squashing the scream that threatened to break free, she tried to stare down the drone. But Seven's expression remained as cold and impassive as always. Well, it didn't matter to Kathryn. No matter what it took, Kathryn Janeway was not about to let this happen. Seven may have taken her freedom. But there was simply no way in the universe that she would ever let the drone have her body as well.
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~
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A story based on the concept of what would happen if Seven rejoined the hive. This contains graphic loving between Kathryn and Seven.
