Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything. Written from B'Elanna's PoV. Light cursing, if you're under the age of 13 it may offend.
"Lt. Torres? … Lt. Torres? Please respond."
I suppose that's
my cue, but damn is it hard to care at the moment. So tired;
feel
like I could sleep forever.
"Medical emergency transport for two, directly to-"
Ah crap. "Wait, wait, I'm
fine Seven. I jus'…just sit down will ya?" I watch as
she
debates whether or not to listen to me. I guess I need to cut down on
lying
about physical injury.
"Cancel that order."
I'm
glad she sat down, hurts to look up at her for too long. Maybe I
should look
down now, yeah. The table looks nice, comfy I mean,
like a pillow. Sleep…
"You are damaged."
Jerking
my head back up off the table I blink at her. "Wha'? No, nah,
I'm jus'
sleepy s'all." I grab my coffee and force several
gulps down in the odd hope
she'll stick around for the half hour
it'll take for this to do any good for me.
I clear my throat and
blink a few more times to clear the image in front of me.
"How
can I help you?" She doesn't believe me. Honestly I'm just
tired, all work
and no play doesn't make me a dull girl, just a
really tired girl.
"I require that you go to your
quarters and sleep. Your continual state of
activity is no longer
needed."
Like hell it isn't. "Listen I've only
pulled a," I briefly wonder how you would
properly state six
shifts in a row, then give up and say the next best thing I
can
think of, "double-triple shift. I'm good, I just need some
coffee." I
quickly drink more even though I've gotten a small
burst of adrenaline from her
threat of making me stop. Ok so maybe
I'm more than tired. I'm a little sad, but
who's fault is that?
"Honestly, no hey, wait!" But it's too late Seven
has
already grabbed my arm and forced me up out of my chair.
"You
will sleep." Her words leave no room for argument, but I find
myself
grumbling about conduits all the same. Her body is warm and
I can even smell a
light trace of roses on her. Must be a new
shampoo I think before giggling at
the thought. I lean against her
fully and do my best to stagger in the general
direction she's
taking me. "This is inefficient." As she sweeps me up off
my
feet and get the vague feeling that I wasn't doing as well as I
should at
walking.
"No need to be mean." My
whispered words drift up to her I'm sure because her
grip on me
tightens in the semblance of a hug. I feel a bit guilty making
her
carry me like this, but I wouldn't be here if it weren't for
her anyways. I
drown myself in work when I'm not happy, and I have
never been unhappier for
such trivial reasons. I always knew
jealousy was a bad thing, but I'm Klingon.
What the hell kind of
mate would I be if I didn't want to rip out anyone's
eyeballs that
even gave a passing glance to her? "I'm sorry," I
whisper.
I can feel the turbolift stop as she answers, "You
have no reason to be. I,
however, am sorry for what I did. It was
childish and I have returned him to
your care." I wrap my
arms around her neck as she speaks. Still, I want to say I'm
sorry
for going nuts over her new found fascination with Vulcan anything.
For
Christ sakes, I know Tuvok wouldn't do anything like that,
he's married. I need
to get a grip, but it was hard to do that
when I was in a full blown panic
attack. And I know she wouldn't
do that either, Seven is a good woman.
All the same, having to try and calm down after discovering Toby had been basically kidnapped by an angry Borg, which had been a bit cruel on her part, was expecting a bit much.
She puts me down gently on my bed. I
don't remember being brought into my
quarters. Then I feel her
push his plush body into my arms and I smile lightly.
"Yeah,
well, I won' be pissing you off no more. I like you too much for
that."
Her lips gently drop a kiss to my forehead. "And
I like Toby. He likes you too.
Maybe too much…" I eye my
stuffed Targ suspiciously before I drift off without
the hope of
ever getting to hear Seven's first real laugh. Stupid sleep,
who
needs it anyways?