Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to Star Trek Voyager, those are the property of Paramount I am simply borrowing them. This story depicts a relationship between two women. If you don't like, it's illegal or your under age, read another story. This is a silly idea I had one day (probably the result of sleep deprivation)
Storming into Captain Janeway's ready room B'Elanna threw a padd on the desk in front of the petite auburn haired woman "Have you seen this!" she demanded
"B'Elanna you can't just waltz into my ready room throwing padds around!" Janeway started absent mindedly picking up said padd and glancing at it
"B'Elanna Torres, Chief engineer of the Starship Voyager threw Seven of Nine, former Borg drone, onto her desk. "I will have you now Borg" the fiery engineer growled as she proceeded to give the blond the biggest hickey in Voyager's history"
"What the hell is this?" Janeway demanded to know
"It's called fan-fiction! And it's not just me and Seven.. You and Seven, Me and You, Harry and Tom, Me and Tom, You and Chakotay, Seven and Chakotay, Seven and the Doc! We're all at it!"
"Seven gets around doesn't she? Who's writing these then? Is it a member of the crew?" Janeway asked frowning
"This is where it gets strange Captain. I found them while I was going through historical records from Earth. They were written in the 21st century" B'Elanna explained
"21st century Earth? But how?" Janeway frowned in confusion just as Seven of Nine stormed in
"Captain I demand to know what you propose to do with regard to this fan fiction writer" she stated taking up her usual pose, back ramrod strait, hands clasped behind her back
"Well as B'Elanna was just explaining to me it seems they originate from the 21st century.. I'm not sure there is anything we can do about it" Janeway looked at her two senior officers bubbling with fury in front of her. She had to admit they would make a good couple.
"The time the writing originates from is irrelevant" Seven stated causing the other two women to stare at her in disbelief
"What are you on about you demented Borg bitch!" B'Elanna spat at her. "How can we deal with some idiot who was writing about us 400 years ago! And more importantly how the hell did they know about us if we are from their future!" the fiery engineer dissolved into mumbling about thick drones knowing nothing as Janeway glared at her
"Insults are illogical and unproductive Lieutenant. I believe if we reconfigure the deflector dish to emit a chronoton pulse we can travel back in time and apprehend the individual responsible for the.. literature" the last word was said with a hint of disgust
"And what is so distasteful about someone putting you in a situation with me then Ice Queen?" B'Elanna growled
"You are also not happy Lieutenant otherwise you would not be here" Seven stated without answering B'Elanna's question. In truth she wouldn't object to being intimate with the half Klingon. If only the woman could get past her irrational dislike of her.
"I'm not happy about being put with that blockhead Tom Paris! As if I'd marry... that.." B'Elanna spat out in disgust "And don't these idiots know the Captain is like a mother to me!"
"So you do not object to the stories concerning you and I?" Seven asked
"That... Is irrelevant. We aren't together are we, in fact I don't think we've ever had a civil conversation" B'Elanna shot back thinking about how much she'd actually like those stories to be true.
Captain Janeway watched the two women idly for a moment "Stop arguing for a moment will you.. God your like a married couple" Janeway smirked at the look of outrage on both women's faces [hmm touch a nerve did I?] she thought "Seven you were saying something about the deflector dish"
"Indeed Captain" Seven confirmed glancing at B'Elanna "I believe that if we emit a high frequency chronoton bursts from the deflector dish we can travel back to... 20102 Seven glanced at the publishing date on the padd in front of Janeway before continuing "Where we can apprehend the individual responsible and ask that this... Writer.. explain themselves"
"Oh come on Seven you know if we go swanning off into the past again Braxton will wipe us out of history altogether" B'Elanna argued. It wasn't that Seven's plan wouldn't work she just hated letting that smug, superior, arrogant, beautiful, sexy... [Wait.. What was I thinking about?] B'Elanna mentally chided herself for yet again allowing her mind to wander off in THAT direction.
"Perhaps a two person crew in the Delta Flyer then?" Seven countered. Why did B'Elanna always have to shoot her ideas down. She hated the way the irrational, chaotic, aggressive, fiery, beautiful, sexy.. [My logic has taken a nosedive again] Seven mentally chided herself for allowing her thoughts to wander off in the direction many of the stories she'd read went.
"Okay.. As this is much to personal I will send Tuvok and Chakotay in the Delta Flyer to apprehend this.. Writer.. And we can see what's what. Is there anything else you two wanted?"
"No Captain.. Well except.. Keep HER out of my engineering department..." B'Elanna growled glaring at the former drone who simply raised that damn ocular implant at her in response.
What Captain Janeway heard was.. 'she's messing with my toys Momma!' and responded with "If you can't learn to share engineering I suggest you resign" causing Seven to smirk at B'Elanna which in turn caused the petite engineer to growl in frustration and storm out of the ready room.
Turning to the Captain Seven merely raised an implant before exiting in B'Elanna's wake.
"Your both dismissed.. That's fine... Don't wait for me to say anything.. I'm only the Captain" Janeway grumbled to the now empty room before curiosity got the better of her and she picked up the padd that B'Elanna had abandoned on her desk.