Moonlight's Spell

Summary: Uninhibited by their usual restraint, Seven and Captain Janeway share a passionate night together. When the Captain is faced with astonishing the consequence of their encounter, she is forced to cross yet another boundary she told herself she never would.

Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fiction, and is meant for entertainment purposes only. I have no ownership of Star Trek, the Voyager series, its characters or plot, etc.

Author's note: This is one chapter in an ongoing story. It takes place roughly between seasons 6 and 7. It is written as an alternative storyline and not all details are 100% accurate. It contains femmeslash and is rated M for graphic sexual content. Do not continue if this is not to your liking. Please rate or comment, if you so wish. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 – The Cure

She wasn't sure when it was that things started to change. It didn't seem like very long since she had rescued her from the grips of the Borg, and given her a place here on Voyager. Yet, Kathryn Janeway felt such a deep connection to Seven of Nine—for she trusted and cared for her more than any other crew member—it seemed as if she had known her all her life.

She had always felt a certain responsibility for Seven. She had been Seven's Captain, her mentor, her close friend for nearly two years now. While Kathryn had always seen her as a beautiful, intelligent and unique woman, she had recently began to notice more. She began to feel strange things when Seven was around.

At first the feelings were fairly innocent, curious in nature. How on the rare occasion that Seven let a smile slip from her lips, Kathryn felt her heart flutter with joy. And that particular scent Seven wore, no matter how much she tried she could not figure out what it was. Then she noticed how she walked, how her hips seemed to sway in her skin-tight biosuit.

She found herself making more and more excuses to see her. She especially looked forward to their Velocity games. There was something about the sweat dripping down Seven's muscular neck that made her heart race. And when a bit of Seven's hair would fall out of place after yet another loss, Janeway had to burry thoughts of tucking it behind her ear, of searching those beautiful blue eyes, of leaning so very close to those succulent lips.

Janeway's fantasies became so constant, and so vivid, that she often found herself crossing her legs and coughing loudly. Several times during tactical meetings with the senior staff, she found her mind wandering to the tall, slender blond. Suddenly, she would realize that Seven was sitting only a couple meters away, and that the rest of the staff was looking at her out of the corners of their eyes.

Soon she found herself avoiding Seven. Though she longed to be near her friend, her new feelings made her shy away from being alone with her. For whenever she did have to speak with her, she had to hold back the irresistible urge to touch her, on her sleek arm, her smooth, muscular shoulders, on the small of her strong back. In fact, it seemed everything about Seven left her hot and bothered.

But Seven was a member of her crew, and she was the Captain. No matter how much the woman in Janeway wanted her, she could not act on her feelings. She had to constant remind herself that she must stay professional. No matter how Seven made her heart flutter, she could not risk compromising her position and Star Fleet code.

But it was on a particularly boring day, at an even more dull staff meeting while B'lanna Torres was going on about yet another problem with the warp core or something or other, that Janeway caught Seven's gaze upon her. At first she seemed merely curious, perhaps because the Captain had been shifting uncomfortably for nearly half an hour. Then, Seven seemed to be studying her up and down. The corners of her lips curled up ever so slightly into a smile. A second later Seven seemed to notice Janeway was watching her and she quickly looked away.

Was she just checking me out? The Captain thought to herself, She couldn't possibly…

"Anyways, it looks like it will be another couple of days before we can have Engineering up and running completely." B'lanna finished, sounding almost winded.

After a few moments of silence, Janeway realized that everyone was waiting on her to excuse them. "Well," she said sitting up surprised, "If that's all Lieutenant Torres, I believe we're finished here. Chakotay, you have the bridge, I'll be in my ready room if you need me. You are all excused."

Thank God, Janeway thought as she followed the rest of the crew out of the room, I need some alone time already.

She had barely sat down on the sofa when the door chirped. She answered, "come" before she even had time to wonder why her crew couldn't leave her alone for just five minutes.

"Captain." Seven addressed her in her matter-of-factly way. "I wish to speak with you."

"Yes, Seven," the Captain said, smiling widely. Despite how hard she had tried to avoid Seven, her heart quivered wildly when she stepped into her ready room. She stood up to welcome her in.

"Are you damaged?" she asked in her Borg manner.

"Damaged?" Janeway frowned, "Why would I be damaged?"

"Lately you have seemed distracted, and uncomfortable." Seven stated.

"Just under a little stress that's all. Nothing to worry about." Janeway said, making a mental note to work on her image. She did not need the whole crew knowing she was not in complete control.

"I have noticed a significant increase in your heart rate, and body temperature. I am concerned that you are ill." Seven continued with complete disregard to her indication to leave it alone.

"Seven," she said, shifting uncomfortably, "I'm perfectly fine, I assure you."

Janeway became acutely aware of the distance between them as Seven stepped closer. "Have I done something to displease you?" She asked Janeway, a bit of worry now evident in her usual monotone.

"Displease me? Of course not! Why would you think that?" Janeway said, placing a caring hand on Seven's shoulder, ever so briefly.

"Our interactions have become more and more infrequent, and you have become…fidgety… when we are in the same vicinity."

"Fidgety?" Janeway repeated with disbelief. Surely, she had avoided Seven the past few days, and when Seven was around she did find herself a bit uncomfortable and distracted, but she didn't think she had been noticeably distressed.

"Restless… uneasy—"

"Yes, Seven, I know. But what do you mean?"

"Well," she said approaching the Captain, "you shift while in your seat, you sigh loudly, you constantly move your fingers about."

She was getting really uncomfortable with how close Seven was to her. She was also vaguely aware of how her fingers were twitching, a nervous habit she thought she had mastered back in her Academy days. Her hands didn't seem to want to stay still, at her side, behind her back, crossed in front of her chest.

"These things have nothing to do with you, Seven, I am simply under a lot of stress." Janeway said, trying to step back without looking like she was coiling away from her.

"On the contrary," Seven said, finally stopping her approach, "Your symptoms are most prevalent when I am in close proximity to you. Captain, do I make you nervous?"

Kathryn was shocked, "Nervous?" There is no way she would admit to anyone, not even herself, that Seven made her shake in her boots, that if Seven were merely to whisper longingly in her ear she would melt like butter.

"Captain to the Bridge" came her rescue call.

Without another word she left Seven standing in her ready room, with a curious yet confused look on her face.

What am I doing? Janeway thought to herself angrily as she made her way to her courters.

Thankfully, the rest of the day had been busy and she had managed to avoid interacting with Seven alone. Still, Seven had approached her a couple times, but as soon as she saw her slender figure coming her way, the Captain turned and practically ran in the other direction.

You can't fall for a crew member, especially her. You are her mentor, she is your… but her thoughts faded away into images of Seven. She pictured the way her blue eyes sparkled when she laughed, the way her blond curls spilled over her muscular neck and shoulders, the way her biosuit emphasized her every curve, her hips, her breasts—

"Captain?" the figure said that she had just walked into.

"I'm sorry, Chakotay," she said, shaking the images from her mind.

"Are you okay, you look flushed?" Chakotay said with a concerned look on his face.

"Yes, just fine," Janeway said, distractedly, "a bit tired, that's all."

"Oh, well, goodnight then."

"Yes, goodnight." Janeway said, continuing down the hallway.

She stepped into the turbo lift and was just turning around when who should step in with her, but Seven herself.

"Deck three." Janeway said with a gulp. Please, Seven, just leave it alone for once.

"Captain." Seven said, standing in front of her confrontationally. "I wish to continue our discussion."

"There is nothing to discuss, Seven. I told you I'm fine."

"No you are not," she said staring Kathryn right in the eyes."Halt!" she commanded the turbo lift.

"Excuse me?" she said flabbergasted.

"I spoke with the Doctor—"

"You brought this up to the Doctor? Seven, this is none of your business!" Kathryn said indignantly.

"Quite the contrary, I believe that I am the source of your ailments."

"Seven, I told you that I am—"

"You continue to insist that you are perfectly well, but the Doctor has informed me that you often dismiss your own suffering for your pride and your principles."

Janeway was quite annoyed at this point. Not only was Seven constantly interrupting her with complete disregard, but she was holding her captive and attempting to tell her all about herself. Since when was Seven so rash?

"Seven," she said curtly, "your behavior is completely inappropriate."

"Yes," she said with a nod, "but I believe I have found a cure."

"A cure?" Janeway frowned at her, Surely, she's gone mad.

Suddenly, Seven stepped closer, inches from the shorter, auburn haired Captain. She touched her finger gently to Kathryn's cheek and raised her head so that she was forced to stare deep into Seven's soft blue eyes.

Something about Seven's touch paralyzed Kathryn. Her gaze was strange. For the first time ever Kathryn saw in Seven's eyes something she had never dreamed she would be the object of: desire. There was a look of fear, too. As Seven's lips came within millimeters of the older woman's lips, in her eyes shown a glimmer of doubt. For a moment, she simply stared into Kathryn's eyes, searching.

The Captain's mind started racing, No! Yes! No! Katie, just tell her no.

But it was too late, because Seven's breath on her lips had been too much for her heart to handle and she had leaned forward without even thinking about it. Seven's lips were warm and soft.

So soft, she thought, her eyes closing pleasantly. She felt Seven's fingers caressing her cheek. The kiss grew deeper as Seven ran her fingers though her hair and pulled her in from the waist. Her lips are so delicious.

Suddenly, she was jolted by the turbo lift resuming course. She opened her eyes. Seven was smiling at her.

Dear Lord, how could I have let that happen? She thought to herself frantically, I can't get involved with her.

She stepped back and straightened up her hair, trying to ignore the wetness between her legs. She gulped and tried to regain her breath.

"You are better now?" Seven asked, a serious look back on her face.

"Seven you can't just—"

The turbo lift opened to Deck 3. Janeway peaked outside cautiously. She whispered angrily, "You can't just kiss me, Seven."

"I apologize, I thought that that was what you wanted."

Oh God did I want that! Kathryn thought as she left the turbo lift. No! You can't want that, Katie, you just can't.

"I'm sorry if I mislead you, Seven, but…we are just good friends, that is all."

Seven's eyes looked almost hurt, but she nodded. "I am sorry that you are displeased, Captain. However, it is you that kissed me."

With that Seven turned on her heal and headed down the hallway. Janeway stared after her, flabbergasted. After a few moments she realized her mouth was hanging open. She quickly recovered and jettisoned for her courters.