DISCLAIMER: I don't own them Paramont does and I am not making any money off of this.
SERIES: Third in the Holotherapy series, following Holo-Therapy and On the Couch
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.

By Texbkwrm

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

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