Hi, everybody. I deleted the rest of my ST:VOY work due to personal issues, but I've decided to start again with the fandom. I hope you enjoy this little Drabble.
This in no way means I'm leaving OITNB, by the way. I'm still pouring my heart into several stories over there and I'm not stopping. :)
It's like a dance.
The way we move together, but at the same time apart. We each have our own agendas. Our own ideas.
Our own thoughts.
Yet, somehow, we are moving together toward two end goals, each word and movement another step in our waltz.
And, in this delicate time, I have come to find that I might have loved him. In another time - another place.
Another life.
But not here, not now. Not when he is the very man who plans to take my ship and all aboard to some kind of internment camp and keep us there for the duration of our lives.
Because I know he does.
Do you trust me?
Not for a second.
I know he's playing me - playing all of us, and yet part of me is falling for it.
The part that has had nothing but a stolen kiss from a hologram for five years. The part that wants nothing more than to be loved, regardless of cost.
And it is that part of me that finds a perverse pleasure in kissing him. That part of me that would take him to my bed in a second if we had even another day to do it.
It is this part of me that I can use against him.
And I do so happily.
His arrogance will bring him to his knees on this ship, this stranger's vessel with loosely guarded secrets and morals destroyed by time.
Or, that's how he sees it.
I see Voyager as a home, a place where love and happiness can learn to grow even under the most difficult circumstances.
To me, my ship represents hope.
To him, it represents stupidity.
It will not be his final mistake at my expense.
These are my thoughts as my body gives into his during those final moments in the shuttle bay - the power I have over him that he doesn't even have knowledge of.
It makes it all the sweeter, and my passion is not faked to the extent all of them will believe.
I do want him.
I never denied it.
But I do have morals. I do have principles. And I will not compromise them for scum such as this.
My eyes show him all I would have done to him. I can see that he knows.
It is so hard for both of us to walk away then.
Just as it was excruciating to walk away from our chance to return home, all those years ago.
Because, with him, I might have found a home. In another time - another place.
Another life.