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A very, very short Turbolift scene
By Katrina


The door slides open.

Like it is supposed to. At freaking last.

She is there, sitting with tools in both hands and frustration boiling her blood. Wires are crossed over her legs, like nesting snakes.

She looks up, blinking against the sudden light.

Seven of Nine steps in the Turbolift, nakeder than the day she was reanimated. More beautiful than words can express.

People stare on the outside, but Seven doesn't care. She never cares who sees her, except for one. She holds in her hand a cupcake with a lit candle.

"Happy Birthday, B'Elanna."

The End

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