DISCLAIMER: Paramount owns all things Star Trek. I'm just borrowing them for entertainment purposes.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
Italics denotes conversation over a com-link.
Conversations in a Jefferies Tube
"When did you have lunch today?"
"Let's just say you missed something..."
"Really? Tell me!"
"The Chief was having her lunch in the mess hall as Seven showed up, and she made quite an entrance."
"First of all, Seven wasn't wearing one of her usual biosuits but a black sleeve-less job without high heels. It looked like a track suit of sorts. Anyway, she strode purposefully up to the Chief and circled the table as if measuring the Chief up. Then she got behind the Chief and whispered something into the Chief's ear.
"The Chief allowed Seven to get that close?"
"Yes. And that's not the best part. Then Seven stepped back and recited a love poem."
"A love poem?"
"It went something like this:
I want your arms around me,
your breath upon my skin,
and your taste upon my lip s.
I will fight for you with honor,
the captor of my heart."
"You can say that again. You won't believe what the Chief did then..."
"She called Security?"
"No. She gave Seven a toothy smile before throwing a tray at her."
"Nope. Seven ducked and the thing nearly chopped Chell's ear off before shattering against the wall."
"Seven returned the smile before leaving the mess hall in pursuit of the Chief."
"Yes. Poor Neelix just stood there with his mouth open before starting to clean up the mess."
"I can't believe I missed that. What do you make of it?"
"I think the whole thing is some sort of ritual. Klingon style flirting."
"Be careful not to let the Chief hear you, unless you prefer to clean plasma conduits for a month."
"I think were safe here. Besides, I think the whole thing was planned, to show others the Chief and the Borg are an item."
"I wonder what they'll do next..."
"I have a feeling we'll find out soon enough. Hand me that tricorder will you?"
Return to Voyager Fiction
Return to Main Page