Seska's POV
Author's note: So I wrote this chapter, but I most certainly cannot take credit for the idea! It was cicimalone's idea! Okay, seeing as I just finished writing an English paper, I'm not promising anything special, but even when I though no one would read this, you all surprised me and read it… and not to mention… I think I have 29 reviews! Little me! I was happy with five! Wow, I feel so loved!!!! Thanks! My goal is to get 50 reviews, so keep reading and reviewing and I'll love you forever! I actually don't know Seska's background so I kind of made it up. If you do, please tell me and I'll gladly fix this. Thanks people! Now, I will be boldly going!
She watched him, like her mother on Cardassia taught her. Watch, listen and observe your prey, they strike when they least expect. "When their defenses are down, when they feel secure, that is when you attack my little girl, when they least anticipate you." She could still hear her mother's voice echoing in her head. But she had given up that savagery the moment she had seen the Cardassians kill her mother, slaughter her right before her eyes. She was mortified, so much in fact she turned on her own people and joined the Maquis. But revenge wasn't the only reason she had joined the rebel group.
It was because of him. She had seen Chakotay, and knew that he would be hers. She may have loved once, but she was not sure of it. However, she was sure that she had kept B'Elanna Torres away from him. She was in fact good at that. Always a Cardassian Seska, always a hunter, she told herself. She had seen that look in B'Elanna's eyes. The dreamy, wistful look. Sure, she had pretended to be a friend to the temperamental hothead… but that was only to get to Chakotay. She had been determined to control the ship, but had never been able to overcome B'Elanna. Her blind devotion to Chakotay was sickening. Not that anything had changed since they had boarded Voyager.
Chakotay was becoming more and more of nuisance to her. As the first officer, she thought that she could use him, mutiny against that rotten Janeway! Only he had gone and fallen for her, and damn was it obvious. She could see the way Chakotay's eyes lingered on Janeway, the way they followed her in and out of the room. His devotion made her nauseous. Janeway had him under her spell; she was the hunter and Chakotay the prey. But upon careful observation she noticed that Janeway was just as enamored as he was. The way her hands rested on his, the way she teased him, and blushed when he smiled at her, it was enough for anyone, let alone a Cardassian to notice how in love they were. And so it came to be, that he abandoned her in favor on Janeway, all his attentions, and all her hopes gone. Unfortunately, as much as she hated to admit it, she missed his caresses, his kisses, and now, she was all alone. God how she hated Janeway, how she hated Chakotay, how she hated herself for forgetting who she was. She was strong, but even though she abhorred admitting it, her love for Chakotay had made her weak. Her need for power, not love. Cardassians do not love. She told herself. Cardassians do not love. How she whished to kill Janeway, to kill her like Starfleet had killed her people. With no mercy.