Title: On a Clear Day You Can See Forever
Author: Vulcandoll
Rating: PG
Pairing: K/7
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Author's Note : This story was written on a whim and thus is full of
whimsy.Harry and Seven are so cute together, I hope you enjoy it!
Once upon a time....
I do not remember Earth. I only remember the Delta Quadrant. I hold memories of
Earth as a Borg, but I was not there. Earth is nothing but a fairy tale to me.
It exists as a dream...Somewhere Out There....Over the Rainbow...far away,
farther than the eye can see. Farther even, than a memory.
"Why?" The Doctor is helping me adapt to my life as an individual. His lessons
are often very informative. However, on occassion they are not.
"Seven, you have given me the task of helping you regain your humanity and we
have agreed that I know best. Correct?" He is using his Father Knows Best Voice.
I sometimes regret allowing this relationship.
"Doctor, I do not see the relevance in these holoadventures. How will visiting
Earth help me? It is a planet among billions of planets. It is not unique." A
very Borg answer.But I am Borg.
"Seven, I'm surprised at you! How can you live among these peoples and not
understand the relevance of visiting Earth? If it were merely one planet among
billions Voyager would not be expending all her resources every day to return.
That was a very Borg answer and I hope you are ashamed."
"I am not." He is disappointed. I sigh, "I will, however, engage in the
activity. You are correct that Earth represents something to Voyager's crew."
"Of course I am. Now, I've chosen a guide for you, one that will be able to tell
you all the stories in a more interesting way than the computer. I regret that I
cannot accompany you myself, but I must attend to my other duties." He is
evading, he does not think I will be happy with his choice of guide....that can
mean only one thing.
"It is Ensign Kim."
"Seven! My lessons on intuitive thinking have paid off!" The Doctor is very
pleased with himself.
"His inclusion is the only thing that will make the experience less enjoyable
than it was to begin with."
"Seven, that's a little harsh..." He is right. It is also untrue. I enjoy Ensign
Kim's company. Why am I afraid?
"Ensign Kim....likes me." And it frightens me. I do not understand.
"That's a good thing, Seven. You could certainly do worse. It could be Tom
Paris....That was a joke, Seven."
"It was not funny." Why does the Doctor enjoy teasing me? He looks hurt again. I
am trying...
"Well, Ensign Kim will be expecting you in the mess hall." Oh, this is a trap!
"The mess hall?"
"I thought the two of you could discuss your adventure over lunch." He smiles.
"Now GO!" I sigh again.
"I will comply."
***
We are awkward over lunch. I am still not accustomed to eating or social
situations. The concept of small talk eludes me; what is the point of discussing
that which is by definition irrelevant. The only meals I enjoy are those I share
with Tuvok or eat alone. With others, especially with Ensign Kim...I feel
inadequate. I do not like this feeling.
"The Doctor gave me a list of 'Places of Great Historical Significance'...but I
thought I'd show you one of my own favorite places first. I can tell you don't
really want to be doing this...I thought maybe a place of personal significance
would be more...well, fun." He looks so hopeful. He wants me to enjoy this.
"That is very...thoughtful of you, Ensign. What is the place?" I will try,
Doctor. I will try, Harry.
"It's a mountain in Japan. I've only been there twice, but I go to the holodeck
version anytime I need to think." We are at the holodeck. He keys in the
program. A mountain? "Here you go, Seven. After you." I nod at him and enter. He
follows behind and the door closes and disappears. We are surrounded. It is
fitting that my first visit to Earth is on the holodeck. Earth is unreal to me.
"I came here with my parents when I was young, ten or eleven. My mother was
giving a lecture at a music symposium, I think. Anyway, we were in Japan a week.
I hadn't wanted to come at all, but my father insisted. I wanted to go to Mars
or Vulcan or somewhere even farther and more alien. Japan was next door and I
thouhgt exactly the same. And I was right, Tokyo was like any other city on
Earth - suspended somewhere between history and technological advancement. But
then two days before we left my father brought me here. We walked, it's
something of a unspoken law that you can't transport onto the mountain, they
want you to experience the sight as the ancestors did. And it really was like we
were walking into the past; the higher up we climbed the further from the
present we seemed to get. We stopped at this little summit near the top. There
was a lotus tree,just like this one, my father seemed to be looking for it. I
think maybe his father had brought him to the same spot and...well, anyway, it
was beautiful, the most beautiful place I'd ever seen." He stopped for a moment
and turned to me. He'd been looking out while he spoke but now he turned to me
directly. He held out his hand. "Come here, I want to show you something." He
was waiting, his hand stretched out , offering me his special place, his
childhood. I took his hand. He led me a little ways from the tree. We were at
the edge of the mountain. There were mists all around, obscuring most of the
view. What did he want to show me, there was nothing to see...?
"My father told me a story, a legend. When the first peoples of the Old World
came to the mountain in ancient times they were seeking answers, truth,
awareness. They would climb as high as they dared and they would look out across
the Old World. It was legend that if the mists cleared they would see into the
Other World and they would find their answers. My father and I stayed here all
day, but the mists didn't clear. I don't know what we would have seen. We left
and I didn't come back for years." He paused again and looked hesitant, scared
almost, or...ashamed...?
"When? When did you go back, Harry?" He looked at me and smiled a little. He was
still holding my hand.
"The first time I applied to Starfleet Academy I didn't make it. I was cocky and
I didn't really know why I was applying. I though I did, but I didn't. I was
upset for a while, I didn't know what to do or what I wanted. I got a lot of
advice and one person in particular showed me where my problems lay...I knew I
wanted to go to the Academy, I knew I wanted to be a part of Starfleet. But I
didn't know why. So I came here. I remembered what my father had told me about
finding your answers and yourself. I spent the whole day looking for this same
spot. When I finally found it the sun was setting. I sat down here in this spot
and I watched the end of the sun set. The mists were still swirling, but as I
watched they began to fade. They were almost gone by the time it was dark. And
there before me was the Other World. A thousand twinkling lights that filled the
sky above and the world across the ocean. From where I sat I could see into San
Francisco, where Starfleet Headquarters and the Academy are. The lights were so
bright they shone all the way across the Pacific. I knew that's where I had to
go because that was my Other World. That's where I belonged, it was a part of
me."
"I do not think that is possible, Ensign."
"Nobody else did either, Seven. My father said no matter how brightly lit up San
Francisco was it would be extremely unlikely I could see it from his spot on the
mountain. But that's part of the magic, Seven, part of the legend. When the sky
is clear you can see what you need to see, you can see forever." He is watching
me. He wants me to understand. He wants me to believe in his magic. "I come
here, Seven, when I need to think. I've programmed the holodeck so the movement
of the mists is random. Sometimes they clear and..it helps me. I know it's not
magic, just programming, but it still helps. Sometimes all it takes for a fairy
tale to be true is to believe in it. And you know what, Seven? To my ancestors
who first climbed that mountain San Francisco was as far away from them as the
Alpha Quadrant is to us. The Other World was just an idea, a legend."
An idea. A legend. A fairy tale. Sometimes all it takes far a fairy tale to be
true is to believe in it.
"Thank you, Harry. It is beautiful." And it is. It is magic. He's blushing and
he pulls his hand away.
"I...I just wanted you to see Earth as special, Seven. I'm sorry you can't
remember it and I wanted. I wanted to give you some memories, human memories,
even if they are not yours." I close my eyes as he speaks. I try to remember.
I am walking up a mountain, up a path many have walked before. I come to a quiet
summit, alone on the mountain, a tree grows here, a tree older than my
grandparents, still blooming every year...delicate pink blossoms...they float in
the air....they surround me. I watch as the sun sets on the quiet world. I can
hear the flowers in the wind and nothing else. As I watch the mists begin to
fade, they part before me. I look for the Other World...for the twinkling
lights...I see....
Earth. I remember Earth.
I open my eyes. Harry is watching me. The mists have parted here too. I don't
look for the lights. I do not need to. I look at Harry. Harry who gave me his
most treasured place, Harry who made my fairy tale real, Harry who gave me
himself. And I am not afraid.
"Will you show me Earth, Harry? Will you show me everything?"
"Of course! Anywhere you want to see I'll make here -"
"No. When we return. I understand Harry, I know why Earth is unique, why it is
more than one planet among billions. It is my home. It is your home. I want to
see your home, Harry, I want to see San Francisco. I want to see your mountain.
Will you show me, when we are home?"
"Seven, we're still far away..."
"It doesn't matter. We will return. I saw it. I belong there. We must return.
And you will show me Harry. You will because you belong, too. I belong with
you." It is what I have been avoiding. It is the truth. It is a fairy tale but I
believe. I believe, Harry. He is staring at me, he doesn't know what to do. I
will do it for him. "Kiss me, Harry, all fairy tales end with a kiss." He is
smiling, he is laughing. He is holding me, he is kissing me. The pink flowers
are falling. The lights are tinkling. The sky is clear and I can see forever. I
will go home. I will go home with Harry.
...and they lived Happily Ever After.
Fin.
Author: Vulcandoll
Rating: PG
Pairing: K/7
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Author's Note : This story was written on a whim and thus is full of
whimsy.Harry and Seven are so cute together, I hope you enjoy it!
Once upon a time....
I do not remember Earth. I only remember the Delta Quadrant. I hold memories of
Earth as a Borg, but I was not there. Earth is nothing but a fairy tale to me.
It exists as a dream...Somewhere Out There....Over the Rainbow...far away,
farther than the eye can see. Farther even, than a memory.
"Why?" The Doctor is helping me adapt to my life as an individual. His lessons
are often very informative. However, on occassion they are not.
"Seven, you have given me the task of helping you regain your humanity and we
have agreed that I know best. Correct?" He is using his Father Knows Best Voice.
I sometimes regret allowing this relationship.
"Doctor, I do not see the relevance in these holoadventures. How will visiting
Earth help me? It is a planet among billions of planets. It is not unique." A
very Borg answer.But I am Borg.
"Seven, I'm surprised at you! How can you live among these peoples and not
understand the relevance of visiting Earth? If it were merely one planet among
billions Voyager would not be expending all her resources every day to return.
That was a very Borg answer and I hope you are ashamed."
"I am not." He is disappointed. I sigh, "I will, however, engage in the
activity. You are correct that Earth represents something to Voyager's crew."
"Of course I am. Now, I've chosen a guide for you, one that will be able to tell
you all the stories in a more interesting way than the computer. I regret that I
cannot accompany you myself, but I must attend to my other duties." He is
evading, he does not think I will be happy with his choice of guide....that can
mean only one thing.
"It is Ensign Kim."
"Seven! My lessons on intuitive thinking have paid off!" The Doctor is very
pleased with himself.
"His inclusion is the only thing that will make the experience less enjoyable
than it was to begin with."
"Seven, that's a little harsh..." He is right. It is also untrue. I enjoy Ensign
Kim's company. Why am I afraid?
"Ensign Kim....likes me." And it frightens me. I do not understand.
"That's a good thing, Seven. You could certainly do worse. It could be Tom
Paris....That was a joke, Seven."
"It was not funny." Why does the Doctor enjoy teasing me? He looks hurt again. I
am trying...
"Well, Ensign Kim will be expecting you in the mess hall." Oh, this is a trap!
"The mess hall?"
"I thought the two of you could discuss your adventure over lunch." He smiles.
"Now GO!" I sigh again.
"I will comply."
***
We are awkward over lunch. I am still not accustomed to eating or social
situations. The concept of small talk eludes me; what is the point of discussing
that which is by definition irrelevant. The only meals I enjoy are those I share
with Tuvok or eat alone. With others, especially with Ensign Kim...I feel
inadequate. I do not like this feeling.
"The Doctor gave me a list of 'Places of Great Historical Significance'...but I
thought I'd show you one of my own favorite places first. I can tell you don't
really want to be doing this...I thought maybe a place of personal significance
would be more...well, fun." He looks so hopeful. He wants me to enjoy this.
"That is very...thoughtful of you, Ensign. What is the place?" I will try,
Doctor. I will try, Harry.
"It's a mountain in Japan. I've only been there twice, but I go to the holodeck
version anytime I need to think." We are at the holodeck. He keys in the
program. A mountain? "Here you go, Seven. After you." I nod at him and enter. He
follows behind and the door closes and disappears. We are surrounded. It is
fitting that my first visit to Earth is on the holodeck. Earth is unreal to me.
"I came here with my parents when I was young, ten or eleven. My mother was
giving a lecture at a music symposium, I think. Anyway, we were in Japan a week.
I hadn't wanted to come at all, but my father insisted. I wanted to go to Mars
or Vulcan or somewhere even farther and more alien. Japan was next door and I
thouhgt exactly the same. And I was right, Tokyo was like any other city on
Earth - suspended somewhere between history and technological advancement. But
then two days before we left my father brought me here. We walked, it's
something of a unspoken law that you can't transport onto the mountain, they
want you to experience the sight as the ancestors did. And it really was like we
were walking into the past; the higher up we climbed the further from the
present we seemed to get. We stopped at this little summit near the top. There
was a lotus tree,just like this one, my father seemed to be looking for it. I
think maybe his father had brought him to the same spot and...well, anyway, it
was beautiful, the most beautiful place I'd ever seen." He stopped for a moment
and turned to me. He'd been looking out while he spoke but now he turned to me
directly. He held out his hand. "Come here, I want to show you something." He
was waiting, his hand stretched out , offering me his special place, his
childhood. I took his hand. He led me a little ways from the tree. We were at
the edge of the mountain. There were mists all around, obscuring most of the
view. What did he want to show me, there was nothing to see...?
"My father told me a story, a legend. When the first peoples of the Old World
came to the mountain in ancient times they were seeking answers, truth,
awareness. They would climb as high as they dared and they would look out across
the Old World. It was legend that if the mists cleared they would see into the
Other World and they would find their answers. My father and I stayed here all
day, but the mists didn't clear. I don't know what we would have seen. We left
and I didn't come back for years." He paused again and looked hesitant, scared
almost, or...ashamed...?
"When? When did you go back, Harry?" He looked at me and smiled a little. He was
still holding my hand.
"The first time I applied to Starfleet Academy I didn't make it. I was cocky and
I didn't really know why I was applying. I though I did, but I didn't. I was
upset for a while, I didn't know what to do or what I wanted. I got a lot of
advice and one person in particular showed me where my problems lay...I knew I
wanted to go to the Academy, I knew I wanted to be a part of Starfleet. But I
didn't know why. So I came here. I remembered what my father had told me about
finding your answers and yourself. I spent the whole day looking for this same
spot. When I finally found it the sun was setting. I sat down here in this spot
and I watched the end of the sun set. The mists were still swirling, but as I
watched they began to fade. They were almost gone by the time it was dark. And
there before me was the Other World. A thousand twinkling lights that filled the
sky above and the world across the ocean. From where I sat I could see into San
Francisco, where Starfleet Headquarters and the Academy are. The lights were so
bright they shone all the way across the Pacific. I knew that's where I had to
go because that was my Other World. That's where I belonged, it was a part of
me."
"I do not think that is possible, Ensign."
"Nobody else did either, Seven. My father said no matter how brightly lit up San
Francisco was it would be extremely unlikely I could see it from his spot on the
mountain. But that's part of the magic, Seven, part of the legend. When the sky
is clear you can see what you need to see, you can see forever." He is watching
me. He wants me to understand. He wants me to believe in his magic. "I come
here, Seven, when I need to think. I've programmed the holodeck so the movement
of the mists is random. Sometimes they clear and..it helps me. I know it's not
magic, just programming, but it still helps. Sometimes all it takes for a fairy
tale to be true is to believe in it. And you know what, Seven? To my ancestors
who first climbed that mountain San Francisco was as far away from them as the
Alpha Quadrant is to us. The Other World was just an idea, a legend."
An idea. A legend. A fairy tale. Sometimes all it takes far a fairy tale to be
true is to believe in it.
"Thank you, Harry. It is beautiful." And it is. It is magic. He's blushing and
he pulls his hand away.
"I...I just wanted you to see Earth as special, Seven. I'm sorry you can't
remember it and I wanted. I wanted to give you some memories, human memories,
even if they are not yours." I close my eyes as he speaks. I try to remember.
I am walking up a mountain, up a path many have walked before. I come to a quiet
summit, alone on the mountain, a tree grows here, a tree older than my
grandparents, still blooming every year...delicate pink blossoms...they float in
the air....they surround me. I watch as the sun sets on the quiet world. I can
hear the flowers in the wind and nothing else. As I watch the mists begin to
fade, they part before me. I look for the Other World...for the twinkling
lights...I see....
Earth. I remember Earth.
I open my eyes. Harry is watching me. The mists have parted here too. I don't
look for the lights. I do not need to. I look at Harry. Harry who gave me his
most treasured place, Harry who made my fairy tale real, Harry who gave me
himself. And I am not afraid.
"Will you show me Earth, Harry? Will you show me everything?"
"Of course! Anywhere you want to see I'll make here -"
"No. When we return. I understand Harry, I know why Earth is unique, why it is
more than one planet among billions. It is my home. It is your home. I want to
see your home, Harry, I want to see San Francisco. I want to see your mountain.
Will you show me, when we are home?"
"Seven, we're still far away..."
"It doesn't matter. We will return. I saw it. I belong there. We must return.
And you will show me Harry. You will because you belong, too. I belong with
you." It is what I have been avoiding. It is the truth. It is a fairy tale but I
believe. I believe, Harry. He is staring at me, he doesn't know what to do. I
will do it for him. "Kiss me, Harry, all fairy tales end with a kiss." He is
smiling, he is laughing. He is holding me, he is kissing me. The pink flowers
are falling. The lights are tinkling. The sky is clear and I can see forever. I
will go home. I will go home with Harry.
...and they lived Happily Ever After.
Fin.