DISCLAIMER: Star Trek is the property of Paramount, this story depicts a loving/sexual relationship between women.
This is an irreverant answer to a challenge posed by Odon on VJB. First sentence and sonnet courtesy of Odon and Mr Shakespear.
Seven of Nine wakes up from her regeneration cycle to find the following sonnet pinned to the front of her biosuit.
They that have power to hurt, and will do none
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow;
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die;
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity;
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
Seven ripped the paper from where it lay adhered to her biosuit, the pin that had been used to accomplish the goal fell tinkling to the floor. "I will assimilate her!" was ground out from between perfect Borg lips. Electric blue eyes suddenly flashed with fury and Seven stormed out of Cargo Bay 2.
The corridors of Voyager were suddenly deserted as word of a near six foot, homicidal former borg stalking their lengths was announced over the intercom. The only person brave enough to sneek a peek of the fuming Borg was B'Elanna Torres, and she only dared to do so from behind the safety of the nearest bulkhead. Whatever had caused Seven's latest temper tantrum, she hoped to God, Kahless and whatever other diety might be listening, that it had nothing to do with her.
Seven stormed into the turbolift, her command for the bridge almost enough to scare the non-sentient main comuter. When the journey finally came to an end a voice that sounded uncannily like Troi's mother was heard to sigh in relief and send a silent prayer of thanks to its manufacturer.
"Where is she?" Seven's request was spoken in a soft voice, but it didn't prevent the impending carnage behind her words to register with all before her.
"Who?" Chakotay squeaked, unreasonably relieved that her wrath was directed towards a female.
"The Captain." the name was spat, earning a raised eyebrow from Tuvok, but nothing else in fear that he'd never get to resolve his next pon far if the woman decided to vent her obvious frustration on him.
"Ready room." Chakotay offered, all around him nodding in agreement.
"I do not wish to be disturbed. Is that understood?" Seven's words were met with another round of nodding heads, all except for B'Elanna who had just arived in the reluctant turbolift. The chief engineer tried to ignore the rigid form of the former Borg and make her way unnoticed towards the ready room, hoping to somehow slip in and witness the fun. "Where do you think you are going?" Seven's words stopped the half Klingon in her tracks, the sheepish smile she offered appearing to have no effect of the ice-hearted Borg. "You may follow, your assistance may be required to repair the damage."
Seven, with B'Elanna closely following, barged her way into the Captain's ready room. The entire compliment of the bridge were off their chairs in an instant, gathering around outside the ready room doors hoping for any hint as to what was going on inside....they were ready for a rumble.
On spying Seven entering her private room a smile of galactic proportions erupted on Kathryn's face, dimming somewhat when she noticed the smirking figure of B'Elanna following her precious Borg. "Seven, darl...erm, what can I do for you?" If ever an expression was coy, it was the one Kathryn now sported.
"You can explain to me why you decided to mangle my favourite article of clothing with your scribbled little note!" At each word Seven's voice rose, by the second sentence she was shouting in Kathryn's face. "You put a hole in my biosuit!"
"Your suit?" Cowed and confused, Kathryn sank back into her chair.
"It's ruined! Ruined!" Grabbing the suit just above her breast, Seven gestured towards the pin-prick holes. The other two women craned forward to see the devestation Seven had described, but neither could detect anything.
"Looks okay to me." B'Elanna offered, her eyes straying to caress the rest of Seven's suit as it clung to her upper body. "Nothing wrong there at all."
The Captain was about to reprimand her chief engineer for ogling the woman she loved when something totally impossible happened. Seven smiled at B'Elanna. Not just a regular, you are inferior but I will tolerate you, smile either. It was a full blown, I want to see you naked and sweaty type smile. "I feel sick."
Seven had momentarily forgotten the Captain as she exchanged knowing smiles with her lover, but from the older woman's colour and words she surmised that Kathryn had realised the error of her actions and was truly sorry for ruining her suit. It didn't excuse what she'd done, but with the way B'Elanna kept eyeing her chest area and licking her lips, Seven didn't feel the need to stay around and torment the Captain further. "I will expect you to recompence me for the cost of a new suit, and I trust this will never happen again?"
Kathryn merely shook her head, still too dazed for speech.
"Fine!" Grabbing hold of B'Elanna's hand, Seven marched them from the room. "I now need you to repair my damaged nerves Lieutenant."
"And how would you suggest I do that Seven?" B'Elanna asked cheerfully as the former Borg cornered her in the turbolift.
"A massage and shower tend to work wonders, or so you've always mainatained."
Just as B'Elanna was about to brush her lips against lily white skin she remembered the question that had been bugging her since she heard about Seven's rampage. "What exactly did Kathryn do to set you off? I mean, how'd she 'ruin' your suit?"
Far more interested in slipping the jacket from B'Elanna's shoulders, Seven barely mumbled a response, "She pinned a poem to my suit, a form of wooing I suppose."
"A WHAT?!?!?!? I'M GOING TO KILL HER!!!!!"
The computer gulped, then set the turbolift towards the bridge.
...but of whom, is up to you *g*
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