Evolutions I: An Act of Betrayal
Part Six
Janeway was almost beaming as she stood outside the door to her quarters. "I may not be able to fuck her, but they never said anything about her fucking me," Janeway thought to herself.
As the doors opened and Janeway stepped inside she began to look for Seven, "Nothing out of place, nothing broken," Janeway thought with a frown. "I thought for sure that she would have tried to escape."
It was too quiet, almost as if Seven was planning something. Janeway raised her hand to her comm. badge, before noticing something on the sofa. Moving closer, she recognized that it was Seven. She had a thick blanket wrapped around her, the same blanket that used to cover the sofa. Realizing that she was asleep Janeway quietly walked towards Seven and knelt down next to her.
"So beautiful," Janeway thought wistfully as she undid the pins to Seven's hair and watched as it cascaded down her face. She shook her head before smirking, "In another time, another place, I probably could have loved you."
Seven began to wake up as she felt a hand running through her hair, and gasped as she realized who it was. She tried to stand up, but felt a hand firmly pushing her down. "Please do not do this Captain," Seven pleaded as she looked up into the older woman's eyes, hoping to find something of the woman that had saved her from the Borg.
"I made you Seven, everything you are, I created," Janeway said as she ran her fingers down Seven's face. "Do you know the reason you exist Seven?" Janeway asked softly.
When Seven didn't respond Janeway continued, "You exist to serve me, at any time and in any way that I see fit," Janeway finished in a throaty whisper.
Seven was lost for a moment, all the memories of Janeway helping her flashing through her mind. She'd removed her implants, put her in the cargo bay, created her uniform, was it all to help her regain her humanity or was it to further Janeway's own needs? Seven stared into Janeway's face; whether the older woman knew it or not her eyes could never hide how she truly felt.
What Seven saw when she looked into the eyes of her mentor scared her; worse than when the queen wanted her back, worse than when she thought she was going to die. What she saw was something she couldn't recognize anymore.
It still felt like the captain, but overshadowed with lust, jealousy, and anger.
"I promised that after I escaped the Borg, I would never be a slave again, not to the queen and not to you," Seven spoke her voice showing much more strength than she was feeling. "I am not strong enough to stop you from taking this body, but I will fight you. I refuse to go quietly."
"You can say all the pretty little speeches you want 'pet', but you still belong to me," Janeway said as she forced her mouth onto Seven's.
Seven fought back this time, knowing she would fail still she fought. She squirmed around and tried to pry the older woman's hands off her. Janeway just smirked as she forced Seven's hands behind her head and lay down on top of her before breaking the kiss.
As Seven struggled to regain her breath, Janeway spoke again, "Why don't you just give up Seven, it'll be easier for the both of us. You might even like it. I'll tell you what, you give me what I want, and tonight I won't take what I own," Janeway said as she used one hand to hold Seven's arms and planted the other firmly between the younger woman's legs.
After Janeway's last comment, Seven's eyes widened in understanding, everything Janeway had done as soon as she entered her quarters was a carefully calculated plan. She had threatened and bargained to get what she wanted, but never actually taken it. For some reason Janeway was not allowed to simply take what she wanted. Janeway could not take her virginity, all she seemed to be able to do was receive pleasure, not give it.
"Your game is over Captain," Seven said as she felt her confidence growing, "if you could have taken what you wanted you would have by now. The Socadan want me to be emotionally stable, and without that your deal is no longer valid," Seven almost shouted in happiness.
Janeway's face suddenly became red with rage. Her plan had been uncovered, she had no more chips to play, and she had lost. She raised her hand ready to strike Seven but was stopped again by the voice of the younger woman, "The Socadan will not appreciate physically damaged merchandise either, Captain."
"Do you actually think you won?" Janeway asked angrily. "When the Socadan are done with you, you're mine again. I can change your memories to anything I want. I can make you do anything I want whenever I want."
Instead of striking her Janeway slapped her comm. badge and shouted, "Computer, beam Seven of Nine directly to the brig!"
As Seven felt the tingle of the transporter along her body she saw Janeway scream again in rage before throwing a potted plant against the wall.
It had been four hours since the captain had taken Seven to her quarters, and B'Elanna was beside herself with worry. Numerous scenarios were running through her mind as she sat in the far corner of her cell, watching Naomi as she slept.
She would have probably been pacing her cell if the guard wasn't staring at her, with his finger constantly on the trigger of his phaser.
"Please be alright Seven, I can't lose you now, I've only just gotten to know you," B'Elanna thought.
As if B'Elanna's prayers had been answered, a shimmer of blue sparkles filled the cell. When they cleared, Seven lay in the centre of it wrapped tightly in an old blanket.
B'Elanna rushed over to her immediately, completely ignoring the guard sitting outside. She quickly picked up the younger woman and carried her over to the bed beside Naomi and pulled Seven even closer to her in a tight hug.
"B'Elanna, B'Elanna, I am alright. The Captain did not do anything to me," Seven said, smiling at the woman holding her.
B'Elanna almost collapsed in complete and total relief, "You mean that she didn't..."
"No, she is not allowed. Whatever deal the Captain has made with the Socadan forbids her from having unwanted sexual relations with me, I must remain a virgin or their agreement is void," Seven said smiling.
Naomi woke up just as Seven finished speaking. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes she noticed the two people sitting on the bed across from hers. "B'Elanna and Seven are smiling! Seven must be okay," the child reasoned.
Naomi quickly got off her bed and climbed onto the other one to also wrap her arms around Seven. "Are you okay, did the Captain hurt you?" Naomi asked as she looked into the eyes of her hero, a hero she had only just realized that she would happily do anything for.
"I am fine Naomi Wildman, the Captain is not allowed to hurt me, the Socadan will call off their deal if she does," Seven spoke happily.
"How much longer until Voyager meets up with the Socadan, Seven?" Naomi asked.
"It should be in approximately 2 hours and 25 minutes. The Captain was angered when I discovered the stipulation to her bargain. Voyager is currently moving at a speed of warp 9.34, I believe she wishes to conclude her business quickly," Seven answered.
"She's clever, I'll give her that much," B'Elanna said grudgingly. "She doesn't want to give us time to figure out a way out of this. With only two and a half hours left, and being held in the brig, means there isn't much we can do to stop her."
"Perhaps we should accept the fact that we can not escape Voyager," Seven stated. "We should plan on how to deal with the Socadan. I first believed that they wished to seek retribution for what the Borg have done to them by punishing me, but they seem concerned with our health, it does not make any sense."
"You're right Seven, what does our emotional state have to do with anything," Naomi said as she scrunched up her brows.
"I am happy that you are here with us B'Elanna, we would not be able to get through this without you," Seven said as she softly kissed B'Elanna on the cheek.
"We should probably get back on topic," B'Elanna said as she thought about the kiss that Seven had just given her. It was the kind of kiss that would make a person happy even on their death bed.
"Is there anything that we can do now anyway? We have no idea what the Socadan are going to do with us. I don't even think the crew knows. Unless we can figure out whatever is going on we don't have anything to plan for," B'Elanna stated dejectedly.
"You are correct B'Elanna, perhaps we should get some rest, we may need all the energy we can get when the Socadan arrive," Seven rested her head on B'Elanna's shoulder.
The other two women nodded, and Naomi made her way to the other bed. Seven felt the strong arms around her loosen as B'Elanna lay her down on the bed. She then felt one of B'Elanna's arms curl around her stomach and pull her close, as the other arm rested beside her head. Seven, for the first time since her encounter with Janeway, felt safe, protected.
Janeway finally made it to the bridge after destroying half the things in her quarters and was still in a foul mood.
"I can't believe that little whore beat me," Janeway thought, fuming. "After everything that I've done for that bitch, I hope the Socadan make her beg,"
"How much longer will it be before we reach the Socadan?" Janeway snarled.
"We'll meet up with them in another 13 hours, Captain," Kim informed her.
"Not soon enough, I want to be there in less than 3 hours, and I don't give a damn about what you have to do to the engines to make it happen."
"If we increase our speed to warp 9.34, we can get there in about two and a half hours, without too much damage to the engines," Paris informed the bridge crew.
"Do it, Paris," Janeway ordered as she sat down in her command chair.
For the next hour the bridge crew remained in relative silence, only speaking to report their current tactical situation and estimated time of arrival.
"Tuvok, take a security team down to the brig and prepare the merchandise for delivery," Janeway said breaking the silence.
"Yes Captain," the Vulcan answered and, tapped his comm. badge, saying, "Security team Alpha meet me in the brig."
Most people believed that Vulcans have no emotions, but they were wrong. Vulcans did one of two things; the first was to bury emotion to the point that it would not hinder logic. The second course of action was to hide emotions, it required far less discipline, but was the same as lying about yourself your entire life. This path blurs the line between right and wrong, and if left unchecked, could spawn a most ruthless and uncaring individual, that would do anything for power.
Tuvok left the bridge, and stepped into the turbo lift. Even with all the logic that was drilled into Tuvok his entire life he still could not see that what he was doing was wrong. The only thoughts entering his mind were what he was going to do once he returned to the Alpha Quadrant. Perhaps he would be given a promotion, and that in turn would bring him possibly more wealth and power.
In the brig B'Elanna, Seven, and Naomi remained asleep, completely unaware of what they were going to be put through next. The guard still watched them attentively, looking for any opportunity to use his phaser, when the door opened, admitting Tuvok, followed by four other security officers, each carrying a phase rifle.
"Has the merchandise given you any trouble Foster," Tuvok asked as he stared at the sleeping forms of the three women.
"No sir, they've been asleep for the past couple of hours. Since the Borg isn't at full strength I don't think they're going to make any escape attempt," Foster stared at the women in contempt.
"I concur, but the situation must still be taken seriously," Tuvok stated. "Weapons ready. Set to stun only," Tuvok said to his security team before saying to Foster, "Lower the force field."
As the force field dropped the security team stunned the three sleeping women. Two of them lowered their weapons and entered the cell while the rest maintained their aim on the women.
"Michaels, Simpson," Tuvok said to the two men in the cell, "separate Seven and Torres."
The guards carefully pulled Seven out of B'Elanna's arms. The security team was told that any damage done to the prisoners would not be tolerated. They then began to pour liquid duranium onto the women's arms and legs. It was a specially treated substance, that after mixing with oxygen for 12 minutes would harden, and all that was required to break it was an amplified sound wave. The guards quickly began to mold the liquid duranium into ropes that circled around the women's limbs. They continued the process until the three women were completely immobilized.
Tuvok then pressed a hypo spray into each of the women's necks, forcing them to regain consciousness. As the women's eyes slowly opened they began to panic, and tried to get free. After a few moments of struggling they realized that the only parts of their body that they could move were their eyes; the security officers had done their job well.
"Was this really necessary Tuvok?" B'Elanna spoke with contempt. "Seven isn't strong enough to put up a fight, and Naomi is only a child."
"The Captain has ordered me to take every precaution that I feel necessary to deliver you to the Socadan," Tuvok stated. "Prepare them for transport, we will be docking with the Socadan space station in 30 minutes," Tuvok said to Foster, and then left the brig, presumably returning to the bridge.
"Alright you four, let's get these three down to the shuttle bay." Foster motioned Simpson to help him carry Seven.
As the Socadan space station appeared on the view screen Janeway smiled. Everything was going just as she had planned it. She turned around as Tuvok entered the bridge, "Is the merchandise ready for transport?"
"Yes Captain, we are ready to make the exchange," Tuvok said as he took his station.
"We are being hailed," Kim spoke, "it's the Socadan. They are giving us clearance to dock."
"Good, Tuvok, Chakotay you're with me," Janeway said as she began to make her way down to the shuttle bay. "I can't wait to finish with Seven when she comes back," Janeway thought with a smirk.
When the two men entered the turbo lift Janeway spoke, "In exchange for the hybrids we will be receiving an upgrade to our warp engine that will allow us to maintain a speed of warp 9.5 for eighteen hours, before causing any engine stress. There are also the upgrades to weapons, trans. phasic torpedoes, as well as instruction on how to create more. Our shields will also be improved, I believe they call it reflective shielding. They will be able to deflect any enemy weapon fire up to a point the shields are drained below 40. When we get back home we are going to be heroes."
Janeway finished her speech as the turbo lift doors opened and the three stepped out. As they reached the center of the shuttle bay they saw the bodies of B'Elanna, Seven, and Naomi, wrapped tightly in liquid duranium.
"Captain, a mister Carkonas is asking permission to beam over," Kim said over Janeway's comm. badge.
"The Socadan representative," Janeway thought before responding, "Beam him directly to the shuttle bay Mr. Kim."
A few seconds later a shimmer of blue signaled the arrival of Carkonas. He walked up to the three bound women, eyeing them critically. "These are the two organic hybrids," he said pointing to B'Elanna and Naomi, "and this is the technological hybrid," he said pointing at Seven.
"Yes, they have been prepared for transport to your specifications," answered Tuvok.
"Excellent, I believe that we have a deal Captain," Carkonas said smiling.
To be continued.... (come on I know you saw it coming)