Author: Kameka
Disclaimers: Not mine, no money made. Sue me and you'll just get a tempermental bird.
Wrote these a looooooong time ago (years) but just found my disk. Thought I'd post them and see if others enjoy.
Drabble 1
"I'm sorry, Seven. I can't see you anymore. I don't want to hurt you, but we can't stay together." B'Elanna's voice was soft and apologetic.
"Why?" was torn from Seven's throat in a harsh, guttural sound.
I… I love you, Seven." B'Elanna walked away, her ridged head held high. She carefully didn't look back. "I hope we can be friends," was called over her shoulder.
Seven watched the Klingon leave her to the arms of another and felt her heart breaking. A raw would opened in her chest, tears fell, and Seven wondered if she would ever be whole again.
Drabble 2 "The Dead Remembered I: B'Elanna"
I feel horrible because I'm so happy.
I hardly ever think of my Maquis family anymore.
Am I betraying them? I can't join them. I tried before - now I don't even want to.
I want to live! I want to make it home and look for my father. I want to live my life loving Seven and my friends.
Is that so wrong? I don't know. I've killed, hurt others. Cardassians, Viidians, Hirogen… So many it's all a blur.
I've killed… but I'm happy. Where's my punishment?
I light this candle and I remember you.
The dead.
The past.
Drabble 3 "The Dead Remembered II: Seven"
I'm a murderer.
When I was with the Borg, I killed thousands.
Right?
The Hive mind controlled my actions, not me.
Am I still responsible?
The faces blur together as their voices were added.
They became one with the Borg. The murdered become one with the murderers.
Are they truly dead? Their freewill is gone, stolen. Their innocence perverted. But their bodies are intact, living. Changed, but not dead.
If the victim remains alive.. am I a killer?
I remember them, the undead.
They became a part of me.
And I, them.
We were as one, victims, hostages, of war.
