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Breakdown
Seven sat huddled in the corner of the blue and white room of the
holosuite. No program ran to mask her sobs. The only voice was that
of her eidetic memory as it replayed and replayed B'Elanna's
response.
Seven had finally worked up the courage to speak to the volatile
engineer. She had approached her in Engineering. "Lt Torres, May I
speak with you?"
"What do you need Seven?" B'Elanna looked up impatiently from the
console she was working on.
"I would like to speak with you privately." Seven had been instructed
by the hologram that privacy was desired when having this type of
conversation.
"Give me a minute." B'Elanna finished her task and then walked into
her office. Her curiosity over what Seven could want to talk about
privately overriding her normal impulses to antagonize the taller
woman by making her wait. Sitting down behind her desk she motioned
to the chair across from her. "Have a seat."
"I prefer to stand." Seven said adopting her normal stance.
As Seven struggled to put words to her thoughts and emotions,
B'Elanna grew impatient. "Seven, What is it?"
Finally Seven spoke, "I understand that you and Lt. Paris are no
longer involved in an intimate relationship."
Angrily B'Elanna interrupted . "You had better not be conducting
research Seven."
Seven said. "I have a personal reason for asking."
B'Elanna sat back with a puzzled expression. Then she said "Oh the
Helm rat asked you out." Continuing before Seven could correct her
assumption. "Yes we have broken up."
"Lieutenant you are mistaken Lt. Paris has not asked me out." Seven
informed her. "And I would not go if he did." Seeing B'Elanna's look
of exasperation, she quickly continued. "I wished to ascertain if it
would be acceptable for me to invite you to an outing."
"Seven unless you were asking me out on a date you could ask me to do
something whether I was seeing Tom or not." B'Elanna informed
her. "What do you want to do? I am not that good at Velocity but
maybe we could play hoverball."
"I am asking you out on a date, Lt. Torres." Seven moved to clarify
her intentions. "I understand dinner and dancing are appropriate
activities for a first date but if you would prefer other
entertainment that is acceptable."
"Okay Seven who put you up to it Harry or Tom." B'Elanna asked.
"I do not understand." Seven was completely lost now by the turns
that the discussion was taking.
"Who put you up to the joke?" B'Elanna said.
"There is no joke." Seven assured her. "I am physically attracted to
you, I feel a connection with you, and I would like to get to know
you better"
B'Elanna looked up into Seven's eyes and saw her confusion and her
longing. She felt as if she had been hit by a phaser set on full
stun. "Seven I'm sorry. I`ve never thought of you that way."
At those words Seven had just fled, running through engineering and
into the corridor before B'Elanna could even follow. Like a wounded
animal she had sought a space to hide and lick her wounds. Half way
to Cargo bay two she turned and went to the only place on the ship
that she could be alone. There in the holosuite among the blue and
white grids. She replayed the scene in her mind and cried out a
broken heart
The End
Sequel Breakthrough
SERIES: Third in the Holotherapy series, following Holo-Therapy and On the Couch
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By Texbkwrm