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Kathryn leaned her head on her hands. "I can't believe I did that."
She was working in her ready room. Hiding is more like it she thought.
Yesterday's events played through her mind.
She was in the mess hall. Seven and she had been working on Seven's culinary palate. Kathryn kept staring at the blonde. She was severely and hopelessly attracted to the ex-Borg, and everyone knew it except Seven.
They had been talking, at this point it doesn't matter what it was about. All that matters is that somehow Kathryn ended up standing next to Seven. Those luscious full lips called to her. An unseen hand pushed her gently to her prize. She moved in.
Seven moved back. Kathryn, startled out of her reverie, stopped as well.
"Captain." Seven had asked pointedly. "Were you attempting to initiate a kiss?" She didn't say it loud, but it certainly wasn't a whisper either.
Shocked at her own action, Kathryn replied, "Yes, Seven, I believe I was."
Kathryn could see Seven take in this information, process and categorize it. Then correlate it with all her other 'human' experiences. Kathryn waited for the verdict.
"Captain, the significance of a kiss is mutual romantic love for one another."
Kathryn nodded, a lump in her throat.
"I am sorry, Captain. I do not believe I share a romantic love for you."
The redhead nearly choked.
Seven stood. "I must return to my post. Thank you for your help today." And with that, she calmly walked away.
Kathryn tensed. The room was strangely quiet. The lunch crowd was reduced to whispers… and they were all about her. The Captain retreated unceremoniously.
Kathryn threw down the padd she was looking at. Simultaneously, the chime sounded. She beckoned the visitor in.
Chakotay smiled at her. He knew very well what was going on and that was all the more reason to pretend nothing was out of the ordinary.
"Captain, I've got those sensor reports you wanted."
The redhead nodded as she took the new padd. "Thank you."
"And we've got to go over the duty roster. They're a couple of people requesting shift changes."
Again, she nodded, "Later, Commander, ok?"
Chakotay took the hint and turned to leave. Suddenly and violently, red alert sounded. The command team rushed to the bridge. Kim was just turning the alarm off.
"False alarm, Captain. I have no idea what happened. It just…turned on."
The turbolift doors opened. Seven walked onto the bridge with an overly determined stride. She made her way down to the command platform.
"Seven—?" Kathryn tried to ask.
Instead the blonde grabbed her Captain, cradling Kathryn's head in one hand and her back in the other. Seven's lips crushed into the shorter woman's without resistance. The ex-borg dipped the stunned captain low without breaking the kiss.
Seven kept her lips on Kathryn's for so long, Tom started to cat-call the couple and clap. B'Elanna jumped at the chance and joined in. Harry grinned from ear to ear and Chakotay stared at the couple open-mouthed. Tuvok merely raised his brow.
The blonde placed the redhead upright again with a satisfied look on her face.
Kathryn was in shock, not to mention gasping for breath. "What…I mean…I thought you said."
Seven cut her off, "After reviewing all the data and research that I was able to assimilate on the subject of 'love', I realized that I was mistaken by my first conclusion. I, in fact, have very strong feelings of romantic love for you, Captain."
Kathryn chuckled, promising herself to help Seven with her vocabulary next. "I love you too, Seven." She paused. "Did you set off that alarm?"
Seven nodded. "It was the only way to be certain that you would be on the bridge." The blonde cocked her head. "Do our recent actions call for us to engage in a relationship?"
"I sure hope so, Seven." The redhead nonchalantly grabbed the blonde's hand. Screw protocol for five minutes
Suddenly, a thin blue flash appeared on the Bridge, announcing the arrival of non-other than Q.
"What!" He accused. "Kathy! You've dumped me for the Borg Princess?" he feigned dramatic heartbreak as he clutched his chest. "How could you?"
Tom choked back a chuckle, but not before Q saw him. "And you! With the young Harry Kim I hear!"
Tom grinned and Harry turned a beet red, ducking his head.
Q turned back to Janeway. "Why Kathy? We were so good together!"
Janeway rolled her eyes. "You tried to impregnate me with the Q continuum's messiah."
"And you would have been a wonderful mother."
"Is there a purpose for you visit Q?"
Q gave a humph, "Going lezzie has made you much less fun, Kathy."
"Only for you, Q."
"True enough. But there are more homosexuals on this ship than I care to know about…and if I don't care to know, then it's probably an astronomical amount. Is it something in the water?" He queried.
When nobody answered him, he continued with an exasperated sigh, "This is already the ship of gay-dom. And now, with you on the dark side, the whole ship is doomed. Why don't we just paint the ship rainbow and call it a day?" He snapped his fingers.
The stale Starfleet issued bridge became flooded with color. Rainbow flags covered every console. The walls transitioned from on side of the spectrum to the other and all the computer screens flashed rainbows and smiley faces.
Janeway smirked, her current mood refusing to be let down. Besides, this wasn't all bad compared to some of Q's other antics. "Is that all Q?"
Q moved theatrically, crossing the bridge. "Why no, Kathy! Don't you see? With you out of celibacy, I'll have no one to pine over! No one to discuss the workings of the universe with! No one to contemplate eternity with!" He placed a hand on Chakotay's shoulder. "Except Chuckles here, of course. But he's as straight as a flag pole."
Seven chose this moment to be smart. "But you can appear male or female, Q. You are an omnipotent being.
Q clapped his hands delightedly. "Right you are, blondie!"
He snapped his fingers, appearing in Chakotay's arms, wearing a fake curly blonde wig. He clutched the other man's neck. "Will you have me, Commander?"
Chakotay looked hopelessly at the Captain, who was trying hard to stay serious. "Leave him alone, Q" she spoke as if she were speaking to a younger brother.
Q untangled himself to stand and faced the Captain. "Then what would you have me do, Kathy? Besides," He whined as he took off the wig, "Blonde isn't my color."
"You could…change my ship back to the way it was and leave us be, Q."
Q dramatically pouted, "That's not fun." He snapped his fingers.
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