What Comes After

by DAxilla

J/7 - Set after Voyagers return to the Alpha Quadrant. Janeway and Seven start corresponding with each other with some unexpected but joyful results. But before they can act, Seven goes missing. Later chapters follow the relationship as it develops.

3. A Very Special Woman Part 1

STAR TREK: VOYAGER

"A Very Special Woman"

What Comes After… Part III

An Original J/7 Voyager Story

2007 by Patricia L. Givens

December 2007

Disclaimer #1:This story is an original work of fiction set in the pre-existing universe of Star Trek: Voyager. As such, many of the characters and references used within belong solely to Paramount Pictures. No gain, monetary or otherwise, is expected from their use and no copyright infringement is intended or should be inferred.

Disclaimer #2:All original characters and storylines contained herein belong to the author. (Like anyone else would claim them! ) This story may be archived upon request with the stipulation that it must be posted exactly as it was written, with all disclaimers intact.

Disclaimer #3:This story depicts a romantic relationship between two women. Some scenes may be graphic but lovingly so. If this bothers you then please let me know and I will send you a detailed diagram of how to pull your head out of your ass. If you are under 18 then take a girl to your prom… I guarantee you won't regret it! If this is illegal where you live then you really need to stop assuming that everyone else is going to vote so you don't need to.

Who To Blame:Thanks must go out to Ky for uniting the hyphen and semi colon factions against me, as well as to Andrea and Anne for beating the beta bush.

IMPORTANT NOTE PLEASE READ:The sketch of Seven is a homage re-work by my Chief Engineer of an incredible charcoal on paper drawing called "Afternoon Light" by one of my favorite artists, Rene Porter. No copyright infringement was intended and there was no momentary gain from its use. As such I ask that you please do not post it anywhere else as it was created simply as a visual for this story. If you would like to see the original and the rest of her incredible artwork, you can by going here: /.

This one is for Ky, for the research and the name. (It's pronounced ky-tane btw.)(Oh and if you take exception with my explanation of the ship, sue me. You can find me in the book under "Ass, Kiss My.")(Damn it Jim, I'm a writer, not an engineer!)

No plastic cake toppers were harmed during the writing of this story but they, and several others we won't mention, did get licked clean.

To all that makes us unique!

DAx /\

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Love is composed of a single soul

inhabiting two bodies.

-Aristotle

Chapter One: A Night To Remember

Admiral Kathryn Janeway straightened the jacket on her dress whites, smoothing down the lapels as she checked the time again. "Annika!" She called up the stairs. "It's 19:45 hours!! We have to be there in fifteen minutes!"

"Kathryn," Gretchen admonished. "Give the woman time. She wants to look her best for you, you know."

"Yeah, sis." Phoebe winked at her. "If you hadn't insisted everyone wear their original uniforms for Voyager's last flight we'd already be at the reception!"

Janeway rolled her eyes. "I know. I just thought it would feel more… fittingif we dressed the way we did for the entire voyage home." She looked at her mother and sister with appreciation. Gretchen Janeway looked very stylish in a black evening gown with a modestly cut high neckline, her hair swept up and back into a gentle bun. Phoebe looked rakish in a tuxedo jacket, complete with cummerbund and bow tie, finished off with a black miniskirt and knee high boots. Her hair was pulled back at the sides with silver combs and left hanging long down her back.

She had to admit; the Janeway women cut an elegant picture tonight.

Her brows furrowed in confusion as she watched Phoebe's eyes go wide and her mother smile gently. Following their line of vision, she looked up the stairs and felt her heart stop dead in her chest.

Seven of Nine stood at the upper landing, looking like a vision in silver and gold. She wore a low cut, strapless gown of shimmering sunlight that was painted onto her every curve. It flared out at the knees, creating a small train that flowed down the staircase as she descended. Her hair was down, one side pulled back with a gold and silver comb while the other side was free to caress the alabaster skin of her face. Her eyes flashed fire and her full, dark red lips were curved into a deliciously wicked smile. "Has the expenditure of the time required been adequately accounted for?" She asked playfully.

"Nuh…" Kathryn felt as though she had swallowed her tongue. She flushed red when she heard Phoebe begin to laugh behind her.

"Nice, Katie. You really know how to sweet talk a woman." Her little sister teased.

The Admiral threw her sister a venomous look before centering her attention on the beauty standing before her. "You are radiant." She breathed. "There are no other words to express how you look tonight."

Seven smiled shyly, overwhelmed by the adoration in her lover's eyes. She reached out and ran her fingers lightly down the Admiral's jacket. "You look very handsome in your dress whites, Kathryn."

The barest whisper of a memory from their vid messages coalesced in Janeway's mind, causing her to grin. Leaning up, she captured the Borg's lips in a gently loving kiss.

"Ahem." Phoebe cleared her throat. "If you two are done drooling all over the carpet, we should probably get going."

Seven tore her gaze away from her beloved to glance at the other two women. "You both look very pleasing."

"Thank you, dear." Gretchen placed an arm around her shoulders. "You look lovely yourself."

"Lovely?" The youngest Janeway snorted. "You're going to have to have a security detail follow her around, Katie."

"I might at that." Kathryn laughed. Reaching out, she took Seven's hand and led them all to the hover-car waiting for them at the curb.

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The Grand Ballroom at Starfleet Headquarters was filled to overflowing. In addition to the officers whose attendance was required, every other member of Starfleet that could wrangle a ticket was present. It wasn't everyday you got to see a fairly new vessel receive a vaunted place in the history books. It was also the first chance most of the Fleet had to get close to the larger than life people that comprised the Voyager crew.

Even now, most eyes were scanning the crowd and watching the door, waiting for the entrance of the one officer most notably absent, the Captain of Voyager herself.

The wait proved to be well worth it.

At exactly 20:00 hours, the entire hall went silent as the doors opened to admit Admiral Janeway and her entourage. Seven's arm was tucked gracefully into hers and her mother and sister walked proudly behind them. The silence continued for a few moments longer as all those present took in the sight of the four gorgeous women winding their way to the center of the room. As they reached the table of honor, however, it was shattered by a loud chorus of clapping, shouting and cheering.

Admiral Janeway stopped and raised her hands, her trademark lopsided grin on her face as she called out, "As you were… before you sprain something!" She glanced across their table to wink at Harry Kim who had a huge smile plastered on his face.

"Ready, love?" She whispered to Seven. "Because here we go."

They were immediately beset upon by well-wishers, many of whom wanted holo-images taken and some who even wanted autographs. The Borg smiled and stepped back slightly to stand beside Phoebe and watch the Admiral work her magic. She was all charm and grace, paying attention to anyone and everyone who stepped up to her until, finally, the crowds realized it was enough and they settled back to allow the four to sit and catch their breath.

Kathryn pulled out a chair for her mother, and then for Seven, smirking at Phoebe as she left her to fend for herself. She nodded around the table at the beloved faces of the people who she would always consider her crew. Tom and B'Elanna sat side by side, with Miral on her daddy's lap. Next to them, Harry Kim, then Tuvok and his wife T'Pel, then the Doctor, followed by Ensign Wildman and Naomi, who looked overwhelmed to be sitting at the Admiral's Table. There was an empty chair immediately to her left, presumably for her First Officer, but Chakotay was nowhere to be seen. She found that she wasn't overly disappointed by his absence.

"So, Admiral," B'Elanna grinned at her. "Looks like you're a living legend."

Janeway rolled her eyes slightly. "Until the next great thing comes along."

"Looks like the next great thing came right along with you." Tom smirked at the throngs of men and women who milled about their table, all of them casting quick glances towards Seven. "I think the only thing keeping them at bay is the fact that she walked in on your arm."

"And that is where I shall remain." The Borg smiled pleasantly; unaware of the hearts that broke all around her as she did so.

As the lights went down, those left standing scurried for their seats as the tribute began. The Doctor was in his element, pointing out every holo-image of his that was included in the slide show being displayed on the large view screen overhead. The crew of Voyager laughed, groaned and was moved to tears depending on the scenes being shown. It was seven years of their lives, condensed into a forty-five minute presentation.

And it was a spectacle that none of them would ever forget.

When the lights came back up, Admiral Paris stood beneath the view screen. He smiled at the crowd as his voice boomed out across the ballroom. "Seven and a half years ago, we thought we had lost Voyager. We mourned her and her crew, never knowing that they were alive and struggling to get back home. We should have known better. We should have been aware that with Captain Kathryn Janeway on the bridge, we would see our family and friends again." The crowd began to cheer and he raised his hands, motioning them to quiet down. "It is my great honor to officially welcome Voyager and her crew home, and to announce her commemoration as a Global Monument to honor, dignity, perseverance and good old fashioned Starfleet stubbornness. You did us proud!"

Everyone at the Admiral's table raised their glasses and the rest of those in attendance followed suit.

"Now," Paris smiled broadly. "Since Admiral Janeway has declined to speak, stating that this occasion is a celebration for all of Starfleet, not just her crew, I invite you all to eat, drink and dance. Have a great night!"

Gretchen looked at her daughter. "How did you get out of speaking?"

Kathryn smiled. "It's a reception, not a ceremony. I think they considered themselves lucky I spoke when we landlocked the ship." She sighed. "They gave out the medals and the commendations months ago. Tonight is about showing the new face of Starfleet; all we have to do is sit here and look pretty." She smiled softly at her fiancé. "Something you do remarkably well."

She flushed when she realized she had said that in front of the entire table but aside from a few well-intentioned snickers, her crew had the good grace to simply smile and carry on with their conversations.

Dinner consisted of filet mignon and lobster tails, the latter of which Seven refused to even touch and their glasses were kept full of champagne with harder beverages being served from the open bar at one end of the room. When the music began, Phoebe was quick to point out that everyone seemed to be waiting for something.

With a deep sigh, Kathryn stood and extended a hand gallantly to Seven. "May I have this dance?"

The younger woman smiled and allowed herself to be led to the dance floor where they waltzed together with such looks of devotion on their faces that it left no doubt in anyone's mind as to who exactly belonged to whom. They remained until the floor filled up with other couples and then quietly moved back towards their own table. Halfway there, Seven excused herself and Janeway continued back alone.

"Where'd Seven go?" Phoebe asked.

"I'm not sure. She said she wanted to say hello to someone. Ahh, here she comes now." The Admiral placed her hand over her mouth to hide her smile when she saw the person that Annika was leading towards them.

"Gretchen, Phoebe, I would like to introduce you to Tal Celes. Celes assisted me in the Astrometrics lab. Celes this is the Admiral's mother and her sister."

Gretchen rose gracefully to shake hands with the young Bajoran, who then turned to face Phoebe, who had also risen. Celes looked up at the taller woman, taking in the flowing red hair and the soft grey eyes before blurting out, "Prophets! You're Seven and Janeway combined!" It took her a moment to realize that she had said it out loud. She blushed bright red and excused herself, quickly heading to the bar where she ordered a shot of anything strong enough to knock some sense back into her.

The Admiral broke into laughter at her younger sister's look of bemusement.

Seven ignored her, leaning in close to Phoebe to state quite clearly, "I believe she considers you to be a 'betty'."

Phoebe groaned. "I need a drink. C'mon, Katie. Keep me company."

Kathryn squeezed Seven's hand quickly and then fell into step with her sister. "So what do you want to know?" She asked with a smirk.

"What makes you think I want to know anything?"

"Because I recognize that look in your eyes."

"Alright, let's just say I'm curious. What made Seven pick her?"

"She's a lovely girl?" Janeway shrugged. "Grade three senior analyst on Voyager, has since received a promotion to Ensign planet side. She has a good heart, she's very loyal… why are we talking about this?" Kathryn gave her sister a pointed look. "Curiosity killed the cat you know."

The Admiral's voice trailed off as her attention was drawn to the bar. At the end of the long table she saw her former First Officer watching Seven intently. The Borg did not seem to notice but Kathryn felt her anger rising at the possessive look in his eyes. She started when she felt a hand on her arm. Glancing over, she saw her sister smiling at her gently.

"Don't worry about him, Katie. Seven is with you, remember?"

Janeway nodded slowly, trying to reign in her ire. "I know. I just can't believe the unmitigated gall of the man. To stand there and stare at her like a petulant child who's had a toy taken away from him before he was done playing with it. After what he did to her…"

Phoebe took her hand and pulled her into a quiet corner. "Ok, Mom's not around and Seven is busy talking to Harry Kim. Why don't you tell me what really happened between them?"

Kathryn sighed. "He hit her, Pheebs."

"What?" The younger woman's eyes went wide. "When?"

"When she told him she was leaving him to be with me. That was why she left for Earth so suddenly. That was why she was out there all alone when The Mark took her." She noticed Admiral Paris motioning her over to a group across from them. "I need to go rub elbows. I'll be back. Do not tell Mom, Phoebe."

Her sister nodded absently. She watched Chakotay as he noticed Kathryn move away. Squaring his shoulders, he headed in Seven's direction. Moving quickly, she placed herself in his path, bumping into him forcefully. She raised her hand as though to wave it in apology and managed to catch the bottom of his glass, upending it into his chest. The red punch spilled down the front of his dress whites, causing a very noticeable stain across both of his lapels.

Phoebe turned cold eyes on the man, but her voice was light and friendly. "I'm so sorry, Commander. People really should watch where they put their hands."

The comment hit its mark, causing him to grit his teeth in anger as he flushed bright red. Mumbling a response, he headed for the exit. She watched him go, a small smirk on her face.

"That looked…satisfying."

Phoebe turned around quickly, her face reddening when she saw Tal Celes standing behind her. "Oh… yeah, uh… we had a little accident."

"Accident?" The Bajoran smiled shyly, the ridges on her nose crinkling in the most adorable way.

"All right." Phoebe smiled sheepishly. "Maybe it wasn't totally an accident. But it did have the desired effect. Promise not to tell the Admiral?"

"It would be against Starfleet Regulations to withhold information from a superior officer." Celes teased. "But… I guess I don't have to offer any information that isn't specifically asked for."

The tall redhead laughed, surprised at the Bajoran's playfulness. It was very subtle, but it was there. She took in the deep chocolate colored eyes, the cute little upturned nose and the long reddish auburn hair that fell around the smaller woman's delicate features. Damn, she thought, three cheers for the Borg's taste in women. Smiling, she took Celes lightly by the arm. "How about you let me buy you a drink?"

The Bajoran allowed herself to be led to the bar where she ordered a glass of merlot. Phoebe got herself a scotch and soda and then smiled. "So I hear congratulations are in order, Ensign."

Celes blushed. "Yeah, I'm sure your sister had a good deal to do with it, but at least they've stationed me planet side, permanent assignment to admin at Fleet Headquarters."

"Oh?" Phoebe looked surprised. "No wander lust for you?"

"Oh no." The smaller woman laughed. "I've done my ship duty. I'm content to stay right here on Earth."

"A woman after my own heart." She smiled at the light flush that crept into the smaller woman's cheeks.

"So what do you do?"

"I'm an artist. I have an exhibit going on right now at the Brisbois Gallery in Paris."

"Wow." Celes looked at her in admiration. "I'd love to see your work sometime."

Phoebe choked slightly, a horrible pick up line flitting through her thoughts. "I'm sure that can be arranged." She saw Kathryn waving at them. "C'mon, I think we're being summoned."

She placed her hand in the small of the Bajoran's back as they headed to the Admiral's table, steering her into Chakotay's empty chair as she took her own.

Kathryn looked over at Seven and took her hand. "We wanted to invite all of you to a dinner party at my mother's house tomorrow night. Let's say 19:00 hours? It will be casual so no uniforms."

"What can we bring?" B'Elanna smiled knowingly at the two women, but kept her thoughts to herself.

"Just yourselves, and bring Miral. I'm sure she'd love the snow."

Gretchen leaned across the table to place her hand on Celes' arm. "You must come as well, dear."

The Bajoran smiled shyly but nodded. "I'd be honored."

Phoebe felt a moments panic and then flushed when Kathryn threw her a roguish wink. She glared at her big sister silently, ignoring the soft chuckle she earned in response.

Everyone around the table gave their assurances that they would be in attendance and, as the party wound down, they began to take their leave.

Kathryn offered Seven her arm to escort her out. "We're going to stay here in town tonight, Mom. We'll be out at the farm in the morning. I'll get you and Pheebs an escort back to the transport station."

"Thank you, Kathryn." Her mother stood. "Can we offer you a ride to the station, Celes?"

"That would be wonderful, thank you Mrs. Janeway."

"You can just call me Gretchen, dear." She took the Bajoran by the arm and led her away, chatting with her as they went. Phoebe sighed and shook her head as she hurried to catch up with them.

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Kathryn and Seven were both quiet during the ride home, each lost in their own thoughts, small, matching smiles on their faces. When they were safely locked behind the door of their home, the Admiral turned into the welcoming arms of her lover with a sigh.

"Kathryn," Seven ran her hands down the back of the immaculate uniform. "Everything will be fine."

Janeway smiled into the long elegant neck. "You're here with me; we're engaged, soon to be married. What more could I want?"

"A vessel." The Borg replied calmly. "You will acquire one."

"Mmm." The Admiral's lips found the pulse beating in her throat.

Seven smiled. "Should I speculate as to the purpose behind our remaining in the city this evening?"

"I have had to sit next to you, looking like this, all night. There is no way I could be expected to be quiet. All I've been able to think about is what you have on under this dress."

Smiling, the blonde took her hand and led her up the stairs. Closing the bedroom door behind them, she stood, trembling, as Kathryn ran small, loving hands across her shoulders and down her arms. Sliding a hand behind the Borg's neck, she pulled gently, bringing the full lips down to catch them in a powerful kiss, her tongue sliding between them to taste the champagne flavored recesses of her mouth. Dropping her fingers, she found the zipper hidden in the back of the gown and pulled it down, slipping her hands inside to peel the garment off the voluptuous curves of her partner.

The dress fell away, leaving six feet of perfect pale skin shimmering in the moonlight streaming in from the window.

"Nothing…" Kathryn breathed with a smile.

"There was no space for anything other than myself." Seven stepped out of her sandals as her fingers opened the Admiral's jacket, her fingertips grazing over the already erect nipples as she pushed it off the smaller woman's shoulders and onto the floor. She had to focus on her breathing as Kathryn's hands roamed across her hips to cup her buttocks. "Let me… finish." She panted as she felt the small quick fingers slide down the crease to brush over her puckered orifice.

"I can't wait that long." Janeway turned her and pushed her back onto the bed. Wearing her dress shirt and slacks, she climbed on top of the younger woman, pressing her back into the bed as her lips traveled down her chest to take one swollen nipple between her teeth. "I need to taste you…now." She growled.

Seven gasped, her thighs falling open as Kathryn kissed her way down the Borg's stomach, stopping only to lick lightly between the bands of her implants before nuzzling her face in the blonde thatch of hair between her legs. Seven was already wet, her scent pervasive, and Kathryn lost herself in it. For a moment, she merely lay with her cheek against the Borg's thigh, breathing in deeply. Then she lifted the glorious weight of those long, slender legs over her shoulders and buried her face between them. Grabbing onto Seven's hips, she pulled forward roughly, holding them firmly as her tongue and teeth found the swollen ridge of her desire. Drawing it into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around it, sucking on it hard as Seven shivered above her. Bringing her hand up, she played in the wetness surrounding the blonde's opening, teasing her mercilessly by only inserting the tip of her fingers before pulling them back out to play outside yet again.

"Kathryn…" Seven begged. "Please…."

"Talk to me." Janeway commanded. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I want you to touch me…"

"How do you want me to touch you?"

"I want…." She could hear Seven swallow. "I want you inside me. I want…"

"You want…" Her tongue never stopped moving, never stopped teasing.

"I want you to take me… hard. Now… please, Kathryn… please…"

Smiling wickedly, she slid two fingers deep inside the wet channel, moaning when muscles clutched at them with smooth velvet strength. She thrust slowly at first, reveling in the small whimpers from the woman she adored. Then she quickened her pace, keeping time with the wildly undulating hips as her tongue danced over the engorged bundle of nerves she held firmly between her lips.

"How does that feel?" She bent her fingers deep inside as she trilled her tongue across the little bud."

"It feels….so good…." The Borg's hands wrapped into her hair pulling Kathryn's head more tightly against her.

"More…" Janeway whispered. "I want to hear more…"

"Faster…" The blonde whimpered. "Harder…"

Kathryn shifted slightly, angling her body to put more force behind her thrusting fingers. "Like this?"

"Yesssss…."

"Say my name…"

"Kath… ryn…"

"Again…" She suckled harder, reaching deep inside to find the elusive spot that drove Seven crazy.

"Kathryn…oh…Kathryn….OH…"

"You know what I want to hear…" She growled.

"CAPTAIN!" Seven cried out, her back arching off the bed as her lover thrust into her with abandon. "Oh, Captain… oh… My…CAPTAIN!"

The Borg began to shake wildly, her voice lost in the small grunts coming from both of them as Janeway drove her over the edge. She closed her eyes tightly, seeing only swirling light behind her eyelids as she came, hard. As the waves washed over her, she felt Kathryn pull out her fingers to catch the nectar with her tongue as it flowed out of her. Falling back, she pulled the smaller woman up to her, catching her lips in a kiss flavored with her own essence. A growl escaped her own throat as she raised one knee and slid it between the Admiral's thighs. Fumbling at her waist, she undid the buttons on her slacks and slid her fingers inside to find her lover completely drenched. Without hesitating, she slid three fingers deeply inside, watching as Kathryn threw her head back and groaned.

Using the muscles of her thigh, she increased the force of her thrusts, her other hand tangling in the fabric of the slacks to gain a better hold. Pulling roughly, she brought her thumb up to run along the swollen ridge on the outside as her fingers curled deep inside.

"Oh, An…nika…." Janeway moaned, her back arching almost painfully as the pleasure started to build within her. She gripped pale thighs between her hands as she rubbed against her, grinding into her wildly, pushing herself towards her release.

Seven's fingers found the spot they were looking for deep inside and rubbed against it mercilessly. She ground her own teeth together as Kathryn's body began to shake. Finally the small hands fell away as the Admiral threw her head back again and cried out her passion before slumping forward to rest heavily against the softly heaving breasts.

Seven withdrew her fingers from the shivering woman and pulled the blanket over them both, holding her close as the passion subsided. With a small smile, she listened as her lover's breathing evened out.

Closing her eyes, she fell asleep, holding her heart within her arms.

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Chapter Two – The Most Important Meal of the Day

Kathryn cracked one eye open, sighing happily as she stretched against the warm form beneath her. Looking down, she saw clear blue eyes full of love and humor looking back at her. "Good morning, love." She kissed Seven softly.

"I concur." The Borg tightened her arms around the smaller woman.

It took a moment for Janeway to realize she was still mostly clothed and being held tightly against the entirely nude form of her lover. "I guess I was a little anxious last night."

"Perhaps a little."

"Is that a complaint?"

"No, Captain." Seven whispered, loving the light flush that crept into Kathryn's cheeks. "I have often considered the image of you achieving orgasm while still attired in your uniform. It is one I have always found most gratifying."

"Really?" Janeway smiled. "I must admit the thought had entered my mind too."

"But did your thoughts include the utilization of your ready room desk?"

"The desk, the couch, against the railing…"

Seven's eyebrows shot up. "Elaborate."

Kathryn blushed to the roots of her hair. "Another time. Right now I could use a shower and some breakfast." She climbed out of bed, pulling the younger woman up with her.

"So long as the events do not occur in that order." At the Admiral's questioning glance Seven wrapped her arms around her and nuzzled her cheek. "I enjoy the way I smell on your skin."

"Oh." Janeway swallowed, feeling her heart rate increase. "Well, then… shower later."

The Borg smiled as she pulled on a light robe and watched her lover take off her dress whites and slip into her own robe. Taking her by the hand, she led her down to the kitchen to press her firmly into a chair before making her a cup of coffee. "What would you like to eat this morning, Kathryn?"

The smaller woman sat her coffee cup down and proceeded to stretch, raising her arms over her head and groaning in pleasure as she felt her muscles loosen. "Whatever you want is fine with me."

Seven watched the spectacle before her, noting the way the robe pulled up to show off a firm expanse of thigh. Stepping away from the replicator, she picked up the Admiral's coffee mug and set it down on the counter, out of arms reach.

"Annika?"

The Borg did not respond as she grabbed the front of Kathryn's robe and pulled her out of the chair to press her backwards against the kitchen table. "Whatever I want?" She repeated.

The Admiral nodded, losing her voice in the look of desire leveled at her from her lover's steady blue eyes.

"I want what I was denied last night." She brought her lips down to press against Janeway's, her mouth opening to taste the lips beneath hers. She continued to press backwards until the smaller woman was forced to slide onto the table top. The Borg reached out and pulled the robe from the slender shoulders she loved so much before pushing her back into a reclining position. She pulled a chair over and sat at the table as though she were about to have breakfast and Janeway stifled a small snicker at the image.

But Seven wasn't laughing. Her eyes had taken on a slightly dazed expression as she reached out with both hands and covered the smaller woman's breasts, her palms brushing lightly across the nipples before catching them between her fingers.

Kathryn whimpered and laid her head against the table, her back arching into the touch as the Borg's fingers began to fondle her more firmly. Lowering her head, Seven kissed the inside of her knee, biting lightly as she made her way up one smooth thigh before switching to the other side to offer the same treatment. The scent of musk was strong, heady, as much from the previous nights exertions as this mornings and the younger woman felt herself getting lost in it.

When her nose finally nuzzled into the curly auburn hair between her lover's legs, she felt slightly light headed, her blood pounding so hard in her veins that she could feel it throb under her skin. "My Kathryn…" She whispered as her lips parted and her tongue trailed across the swollen ridge of Janeway's sex. She played her lips around it, humming softly to herself as her chin became wet against the hot opening further down.

Janeway tried to breathe as the vibrations from the Borg's vocal cords traveled down her tongue and onto the swollen bundle of nerves she was sucking steadily. As much as she loved to tease Seven about her musical proclivities while they made love, the sensations it evoked were unlike any other she had ever experienced. When the younger woman pulled one hand from her breasts to slide three fingers inside of her, the pleasure was so intense she cried out loudly, her words no more than guttural utterances lost in the sounds of her lover's moistly moving mouth and tongue. The fingers curved deep inside and she raised herself on her elbows, using the leverage to push back against the thrusting hand, grinding herself into the lips that were driving her out of control.

Shaking, Kathryn felt herself beginning to peak and her hands tangled into the golden blonde mane between her legs, holding Seven's head firmly against her as she began to shudder violently. "Oh dear sweet Jesus….Annika!" She couldn't hear her own voice as her climax exploded, the blood rushing through her veins drowning out the sounds of pleasure coming from the Borg as she lapped at the juices flowing through her fingers. "Yes…YES!"

She collapsed back onto the table, breathing heavily as she fought to stay conscious, fully aware that, while Seven had removed her fingers, she remained where she was, drinking every last drop of the essence from between her legs before she sat up and smiled. Kathryn watched breathlessly as the younger woman wiped her fingers across her chin and then slid them into her mouth.

"Oh dear God." She croaked. "You will be the death of me."

"On the contrary," Seven smirked, looking entirely too pleased with herself. "My research has shown that making love is an excellent form of exercise and I intend to see that you stay physically fit, Kathryn."

"I think that is one exercise regimen we don't need to clear with the Doctor." Janeway said dryly. "Now that I've fed you, are you going to feed me?"

"Yes." The blonde rose and went back to the replicator, programming in a western omelet for Kathryn and a small stack of pancakes for herself. When she brought them back to the table the older woman quirked one eyebrow at her choice of food.

"Carbohydrates." Seven flushed a lovely shade of pink. "I have found that where you are concerned, it is prudent to 'keep my strength up'."

They ate breakfast together holding hands, talking about the announcement they had in store for their friends that evening. When the meal was done and the dishes cleared away, Seven finally allowed Kathryn to take a shower, after one last deeply inhaled breath against her cheek.

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"Mom! We're here!" Kathryn called out as they walked into the farmhouse. She took Seven's jacket and hung it next to hers on the coat rack. Looking back at her lover, she couldn't help but smile.

The younger woman had stood for several minutes letting the snow fall onto her upturned face. Now the flakes had melted in the warmth of the house and her cheeks were bright red, covered with a light sheen of water. She took the beloved face between her palms and used her thumbs to wipe away the moisture before pulling her head down for a gentle kiss.

"Well," Gretchen laughed softly. "I see the cold hasn't done much to dampen your ardor, Kathryn."

The Admiral blushed and released Seven, walking over to her mother to wrap her up in a hug. "Hi Mom."

Gretchen returned the hug and then offered the same to Seven, who complied with a soft smile. "Hello… Mom."

"Come on into the kitchen you two. We have some food to prepare."

They followed Gretchen into the brightly lit kitchen, both of them stopping short when they realized the room was already occupied.

"Tal Celes." Seven raised one eyebrow. "You have arrived ahead of schedule."

The Bajoran smiled, setting down the knife she was using to peel potatoes to stand at attention in front of the Admiral.

"At ease, Celes." Kathryn smiled. "At least for tonight."

The eldest Janeway smiled. "Celes was nice enough to come early and offer to help with dinner. Did you know she could cook, Kathryn?"

The last remark was made rather pointedly and the Admiral was hard pressed not to roll her eyes. "Where's Phoebe?"

"She's in the den." Celes piped in then blushed slightly. "She got a call from her gallery in Paris."

"Ahh." Kathryn tried to hide her smile. "What's going on with the showing?"

"I'm not sure," Gretchen checked a pot on the stove. "But she's been yelling for the last twenty minutes."

"I wasn't yelling!" Phoebe strode into the kitchen, her color high. "I was speaking emphatically."

"Of course dear." Her mother patted her gently on the shoulder. "Why don't you help Celes with the potatoes?"

"Fine." Phoebe picked up a knife and began to vigorously strip the vegetable of its outer skin.

Celes laughed and gently grabbed her wrist. "You're losing more potato than you're keeping, Phoebe." She turned the knife and showed her how to slide it across the spud, taking off only the thin outer layer, not noticing the redhead's flustered expression at her touch. "There, you just need to be gentler with your hand movements."

"Yeah, Pheebs," Kathryn turned away slightly to hide her amused expression. "Gentle hands are important."

Seven snorted softly, causing a slight flush to creep into the Admiral's cheeks. "How may I assist in the food preparation?"

"Well, the turkey is already in the oven so you can make the salad." Gretchen pointed to a pile of vegetables draining in the sink. "Then you can help me with the chocolate fudge torts we're having for desert."

Kathryn dipped her finger into the bowl of fudge batter, closing her eyes in appreciation as she slipped it into her mouth. "What can I do?"

All four of the woman looked at her and said in unison, "You can set the table."

"I see you have informed Celes of Kathryn's culinary expertise." Seven's lips curled into a faint smile.

The Admiral grumbled her way into the other room, ignoring the laughter emanating from the kitchen as she pulled her mother's best china from its cabinet. She spent an hour making sure every place setting was just right, only looking up when Seven entered the room to hand her a vase of water and a bouquet of flowers.

"Your mother has requested that you arrange this dying vegetation in an appealing manner at the center of the table." She set the items down, only to have Kathryn grab her hand and pull her into an embrace. "I have much work to do."

"Too much to offer me a kiss? Don't I get a reward for setting such a beautiful table?"

"I was unaware you required my feedback on your place setting skills." The Borg smirked but dropped her head to kiss the eager lips softly. When they broke apart, she rested her forehead against Kathryn's. "What is your opinion of the current situation between your sister and Tal Celes?"

Kathryn grinned. "I think Phoebe looks like she's about to climb out of her skin."

"An interesting allegory. It is my opinion that Phoebe finds covert moments to glance at her the way you did with me my first year aboard Voyager."

"What are you talking about?" Janeway straightened. "I looked at you as I did any other member of my crew."

Seven quirked one eyebrow. "If that statement were true, I do believe you would have had more pressing problems than returning your ship to the Alpha Quadrant."

The Admiral poked her in the ribs playfully. "Don't you have some cooking to do?"

"Yes, Kathryn." Seven kissed her one last time and then left her to her floral arrangements.

Dinner preparations progressed nicely and at 18:00 hours most of the food was prepared and sitting under stasis dishes, all except the torts, which were waiting to be placed in the oven. The five women gathered around the kitchen table to share a cup of coffee before heading upstairs to change.

"So," Kathryn looked at her little sister. "What's the problem with your showing?"

Phoebe sighed before taking a long drink of coffee. "It's not so much a problem as it is a headache. Four of the focal pieces have sold. The showing is going so well that my manager Marie wants me to replace them so we can have a second opening at the end of next month."

"That's wonderful, honey!" Gretchen leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

"Yeah, I would think you would be elated." Celes smiled at her brightly. "Why is there a headache?"

"Because that leaves me six weeks to come up with a new focus for the second showing, in addition to at least four new pieces all while we're trying to get these two kids married." She grumbled. "I'm not super human you know."

"I'm sure you can do it." Celes enthused. "If there is anything I can do to help, just let me know."

Kathryn snickered and Seven kicked her lightly under the table. "I am sure you will succeed, Phoebe. What direction were you considering for the new showing?"

"I need something different. Something that hasn't been done to death."

The Borg leaned her head to one side. "I have scans of numerous stellar anomalies that were acquired while Voyager was in the Delta Quadrant. I believe that you might find them inspirational."

Phoebe's eyes brightened. "Do you think Starfleet would let me have a look at them?"

"They are not classified." Seven assured her. "When I return to Starfleet headquarters to regenerate the day after tomorrow I will download them for you and bring them with me when I return."

"That's great, Seven! It could be just what I'm looking for!"

Kathryn smiled gently at the Borg, reaching out to take her hand across the top of the counter.

"Uhm…" Celes interjected. "Did someone say 'married'?"

Gretchen laughed. "Leave it to Phoebe to blurt out a surprise." She placed a hand on the Bajoran's shoulder. "I trust you can keep it a secret until the happy couple has made their announcement?"

"Of course!" She looked at the Admiral and Seven with bright eyes. "I think it's fantastic! You two are so perfect for each other."

"I agree." Kathryn kissed the hand she held in her own before standing. "I believe we should get changed. I said no uniforms tonight, Celes, so I hope you brought something else to wear."

"I did." Celes nodded. "I just need somewhere to change."

"You can use my room." Phoebe chimed in, only to glare at Kathryn's look of amusement. "Top of the stairs, first door on the right."

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Chapter Three – Together Again

At 18:45 hours, Kathryn was dressed and waiting patiently for Seven in the living room. She wore a pair of crisply tailored black slacks and an oversized blue silk blouse tied from behind at the waist that showed off her figure nicely. She glanced up in amusement when Phoebe entered. "So… How does it feel having a naked woman in your childhood bedroom?"

Her sister paled slightly but managed to shoot back, "Seems to be a pattern among the Janeway children doesn't it?"

"Oooo… You sound a little flustered, sis. What ever could be the problem?"

"Kathryn, do not tease your sister."

The Admiral looked over as Seven entered and felt her heart swell. The Borg was wearing a slinky black dress that showed off her shoulders and the long expanse of her legs from beneath a short hem. Her hair was down and fell softly around her features, making her look very young and yet very elegant at the same time. "You look beautiful, Annika."

"I believe your opinion to be biased, but thank you." She sat down next to Kathryn. "You look lovely as well."

The warm looks that passed between them were not lost on Phoebe. "Jeez, you two, could you not undress each other with your eyes when I'm sitting right here?"

"Would you rather we do it with our hands?" Seven asked reasonably.

"Oh for the love of…" Phoebe threw her hands up, trying to will the image from her mind. "I need a glass of wine."

They followed her as she headed towards the kitchen, only to run into her back as she stood, rooted firmly in place at the bottom of the stairs. Kathryn and Seven both looked up, following Phoebe's line of sight to see Celes standing on the upper landing.

The Bajoran was radiant. Her long hair was brushed to a brightly shimmering red and left to hang free across her bare shoulders. Her dress was a deep emerald green strapless affair that clung to all the curves her Starfleet uniform hid from view. The black velvet high heeled sandals she wore were tied up the calf and Phoebe found herself following the line of her legs up to the hem of her dress which left off two inches above the knee.

"Oh." Was all the youngest Janeway could manage to say.

"Nice, Phoebe." Kathryn couldn't resist. "You really know how to sweet talk a woman."

Seven took the snickering Admiral by the arm and led her away as Celes came down the stairs to stand in front of the tall redhead. She raked her up and down with a long considering gaze, taking in the white button down shirt and tight black leather pants tucked neatly into black square heeled boots. "You look pretty 'oh' yourself." With a smile, she took Phoebe by the hand and pulled her towards the kitchen.

When they entered, Gretchen took one look at the expression on her youngest daughters face and pressed a glass of wine into her hand, whispering quietly into her ear, "Breathe, Phoebe."

Phoebe took a long breath and brought the glass to her lips, downing half of it in one gulp. Once the warmth of the liquid got her heart beating again she smiled at her mother's choice of attire. "Blue jeans, Ma?"

"Well, Kathryn did say casual. Besides, all you can see at the table is my shirt anyway."

"You look very nice, Gretchen." Seven smiled. "The cream color of the silk is very appealing."

"Thank you Annika."

They were interrupted by the sound of the door chime.

"Looks like it's time to welcome our guests." Kathryn set her wine glass aside and took Seven's hand, leading her out to the foyer. Celes followed them and Phoebe brought up the rear after taking a moment to drain the rest of her glass.

Tom and B'Elanna were the first to arrive, with little Miral in tow. The child was laughing as she pulled snowflakes from her mother's hair.

The Doctor showed up next, pressing a bottle of Antirian whiskey into the Admiral's hands before he wandered off to the kitchen to give his regards to Gretchen, then Tuvok and Harry arrived together, having taken the same hover-car from the transport station. The last to arrive were Samantha and Naomi Wildman. The young Katarian girl squealed in delight and threw herself into Seven's arms.

"Naomi Wildman." The Borg hugged the girl gently. "I am pleased that you and your mother could attend."

"It's so good to see you, Seven." She grinned in joy. "I've really missed you."

"I have missed your presence as well. You have grown much." Seven untangled herself and led everyone into the living room.

"Would anyone like a glass of wine before dinner?" Kathryn offered.

"I'll take some of that whiskey the Doc brought." Tom grinned. He accepted his glass with a smile as everyone else took up the offer of merlot.

"So," B'Elanna bounced Miral on her knee. "What's with the big dinner?"

Kathryn smiled at the half Klingon woman. "Time for that later. What have you been up to?"

"I'm working at Utopia Planetia while Tom plays helmboy with some of the small battle ships." She sat her little girl on the floor where she rolled onto her back with a giggle. "I think they're trying to keep us busy until they figure out what to do with us. There's some major project going on there at the moment. Very hush hush. One whole hangar has been completely enclosed and as hard as I try they won't let me in."

"Interesting." The Admiral pursed her lips. "Sounds like something I might try to get a look at."

"I figured you'd say that." She smirked.

"How have they been keeping you occupied?" Seven asked the Doctor.

"Oh, you know Starfleet, still going through debriefings and meetings regarding the state of my being. Thanks to the Admiral, I seem to be out of the woods. At the moment they are considering my petition to become a commissioned officer."

"I'll check into the progress on that for you." Janeway nodded in his direction. "I'm sure Admiral Paris and Admiral Neyechev have the information sitting on their desks by now."

"I'd appreciate that, Kathryn. Thank you."

"What about you, Harry?"

The newly promoted Lieutenant beamed at her. "I've been assigned to the Hood as Communications officer. We'll be heading out to patrol the border zones the day after tomorrow."

"The Hood?" Janeway's eyebrows rose in respect. "That's impressive. I heard the Hood performed admirably during Operation: Return. Congratulations, Harry. You deserve it." She turned to Tuvok. "And you my old friend?"

"I have taken a sabbatical." The Vulcan's face was impassive. "I will be spending the next year with my family."

"I'm sure they're thrilled." The Admiral smiled. She was going to miss his presence but she certainly couldn't blame the man. "What about you, Sam? I heard about your husband, Greskrendtregk. I am so sorry for his loss, but from what I understand he was truly an asset to DS9 during the war."

The blonde woman looked down at her daughter, swallowing her sorrow before she replied. "Yes, they awarded him the Commendation of Valor posthumously. He was a good man I just wish Naomi had had the opportunity to know him."

Kathryn felt the sadness in the Ensign's words keenly, even as she knew they were not directed at her.

Sam took a deep breath and smiled tremulously. "At the moment, I'm between assignments. I'm on leave until Naomi and I decide what we want to do next."

Seven reached out and brushed Naomi's bangs out of her eyes. "I am certain you will find a posting that will benefit from your experience."

The Ensign smiled at her. She had been frightened by the tall, intimidating woman when she first arrived on Voyager. But after seeing the interaction between her daughter and the Borg, she knew in her heart that Seven was a good person. "Thank you."

"What about you Celes?" Harry had been staring at the Bajoran in frank appreciation. "What do they have you doing at Headquarters?"

"Administration." She returned his smile with slightly less enthusiasm. "As much as I appreciate the journey and the time we all spent together, my feet are happy right here on the ground."

"I heard they promoted you as well. Congratulations!"

The Bajoran nodded. "Thank you."

Gretchen appeared in the doorway to smile at the small crowd. "Well, if I can get some help to bring everything to table, dinner is ready."

"We'll help." Phoebe stood up quickly, gratified when Celes followed suit. She had been watching Lieutenant Kim attempt to flirt with the lovely redhead and found herself uncomfortable with the situation. Why she felt that way was something she wasn't quite ready to examine, however.

As the rest of the party began to drift into the dining room, Tom grabbed Harry by the arm. "Stop before you even start." The helmsman snickered.

"What are you talking about?"

"You really need to look at the whole situation before you pick a woman to flirt with, Harry." Tom patted him on the back. "I believe the score is now Janeway – two, Kim – zero."

Harry's eyes widened and then he hung his head good-naturedly as he followed his friend to the table. The Admiral seated them as Gretchen, Phoebe and Celes brought platters of food in from the kitchen. He rolled his eyes at Tom's knowing look when Phoebe and Celes took their own chairs, side by side.

"I just can't win." He mumbled under his breath.

"This looks incredible, Mrs. Janeway." B'Elanna's mouth began to water as she looked from the huge stuffed turkey to the mounds of mashed potatoes and green beans.

"Well, don't wait on manners. Dig in while it's hot!" Gretchen watched with the satisfaction only a mother can feel as her food was quickly scooped onto plates and the party began to eat in earnest.

Conversation was light while they consumed the delectable meal, with the Doctor doing most of the talking as his mouth was not otherwise engaged. Soon the group was pleasantly stuffed to the point where they all groaned when the chocolate fudge torts were brought in steaming from the oven. No one declined however, choosing instead to casually consume the sweets while sipping mugs of coffee and tea.

Finally, the moment arrived and Kathryn stood, picking up her half filled glass of wine and looking around the table fondly. "To our family." The rest of the party raised their glasses and drank with her. When she did not sit back down, the group looked at her expectantly, B'Elanna with a knowing smirk on her face. "As you all know, in six weeks we will mark the six month anniversary of Voyager's return to the Alpha Quadrant. Annika and I have decided that that would be a very appropriate time for a celebration of another sort as well." She reached down and took her lover's hand. "On that day, we will be solidifying our relationship with a formal marriage ceremony. We would be greatly honored if you could all be in attendance."

The party erupted as everyone stood and hugged the two women, laughing and smiling their joy for the happy couple. As the furor died down and everyone took their seats, Kathryn addressed Tom and Tuvok. "I would be very grateful if the two of you would stand with me and, seeing as how Tuvok hates these kinds of emotional events, if you could give the Best Man's speech Tom, that would please me greatly."

"Try and stop me, Admiral." Tom raised his glass as Tuvok nodded his acceptance.

Seven stood to place an arm around Kathryn's waist. "B'Elanna, Celes, I would be gratified if you would act as my 'bridesmaids'."

"You got it." The Klingon grinned and downed the rest of her wine as Celes nodded shyly.

"Phoebe," The Borg looked down at the youngest Janeway. "I would be very pleased if you would act as my Maid of Honor."

Phoebe's smile was bright and her eyes moist as she raised her glass. "Nothing would make me happier." She took a drink. "Wait, that doesn't mean I have to wear some god-awful dress does it?"

"I'm sure we'll find something tasteful, Pheebs." Kathryn assured her.

Seven turned to Naomi, who had been sitting quietly, a small pout on her face. "Naomi Wildman. You were my first friend on Voyager, aside from the Captain. It would please me greatly if you would agree to be the ring bearer for the ceremony."

The small girl's eyes lit up. "The ring bearer?"

"Yes. It is the most important function." The Borg gave her a very serious look. "You will be responsible for carrying the symbols of our union to the altar where we will exchange them, sealing our vows for eternity."

"Gosh," Naomi swallowed. "That is big. You can count on me, Seven!"

"I never had any doubt." Seven assured her. Finally, the Borg faced the other end of the table, her expression softening slightly. "Doctor?"

"Yes, Seven?"

"I would be honored if you would be willing to 'give me away'."

Kathryn wished she had a holo-imager at that moment, because the look on the EMH's face was all it would ever take to prove the man was sentient.

"Well," He coughed slightly, which Seven thought was an interesting affectation. "I would also be very honored to do so."

"Then it's all settled." Kathryn grinned. "You all have six weeks to figure out the perfect wedding gift for a Borg and her Admiral."

The party continued for another hour or so and then began to break up as people headed home. Celes volunteered to stay and help clean up and between the five women the work went very quickly.

They all gathered around the fire place for a last glass of the vibrant purple whiskey before calling it a night.

"I need to go back to Headquarters in the morning." Kathryn sighed, taking a small sip of the strong liquor, allowing it to roll around in her mouth before swallowing it.

"Me too." Celes tried not to choke on her own drink, earning a teasing smile from Phoebe.

"I need to get started on some new sketches." Phoebe hung her head in mock defeat. "You know this whole artist thing is starting to feel like a job."

Gretchen laughed at her youngest child. "I'm sure you'll survive." She turned to Seven. "So I guess it's you and me tomorrow Annika. I'd like to show you the church where Edward and I were married. I think it would be fitting if you two were wed there as well. I also have a friend who runs a wonderful little catering company. We can stop by her office and go over some menus."

"That would be most agreeable, Mom." She glanced at her fiancé. "But would you not prefer to have input on these decisions as well Kathryn?"

"Hmm?" The Admiral had only been half listening, her thoughts on other things as she watched the firelight dance in Seven's eyes. "I'm sure whatever the two of you decide will be perfect." She smiled reassuringly. "I have a lot of loose ends to tie up at Fleet headquarters before I can take another month of leave. In fact, if you will excuse me, I noticed a message that came through earlier from Admiral Paris. I should go and check it. I'll see you upstairs, Annika. Goodnight, everyone."

Gretchen watched her go, a slightly amused look on her face. "She brings it on herself." She said softly, confusing Seven.

"Well," Celes stood. "It's getting late. I should get going."

Phoebe jumped up. "I'll take you back to the transport station."

The Bajoran smiled. "Thanks. Let me just go grab my bag." When she came back down, they headed out the door with Phoebe ignoring the knowing looks on the other women's faces.

---

They settled into the hover-car, both of them riding in silence as Phoebe searched for something to say.

"So," She began. "What part of Fleet headquarters do you work in?"

"The main offices. I'm assigned to Admiral Stewart in Logistics."

"Do you ever get days off?"

Celes smiled at the slight flush that crept into Phoebe's cheeks. "Two a week. Why?"

"Just curious."

"Do you work out of your mother's house?"

The redhead nodded. "I have a small studio set up there. It's where I'll be doing most of my work for now, especially with the wedding coming up. Why?"

"Just curious." The Bajoran gave her a playful grin.

The ride was over all too quickly and Phoebe watched as the lithe young woman slid out the door of the small craft. Celes stuck her head back in for a moment to flash a brilliant smile at the flustered redhead.

"I had a wonderful time, Phoebe."

And then she was gone.

---

Seven was tucked into bed when Kathryn finally joined her some time later. She stripped out of her clothes and slid between the sheets to be welcomed into strong loving arms.

"What did Admiral Paris wish to speak with you about?"

"I'm still not exactly sure." Kathryn frowned.

"It was a lengthy communication for you to come away from with no definitive information."

"I agree."

"So it is classified." Seven tightened her arms, drawing the smaller woman closer, reveling in the warmth of her body.

"Apparently so." Janeway sighed and closed her eyes, the excitement from the day finally catching up with her.

"Sleep now. I am sure all things will be made clear tomorrow." The Borg waited until Kathryn's breathing evened out and then closed her own eyes, content with the world as it was for that moment.

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Chapter Four – Hyperion

Seven of Nine, still damp from the shower, stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror thinking that her lips looked slightly swollen. She brought her fingers up to touch them, enjoying the slight ache that Kathryn had left in the wake of her lengthy goodbye that morning.

The Admiral had woken her slightly before dawn and they had spent over an hour lying in bed, their lips locked together in a series of searing kisses that had left her breathless. She hadn't wanted it to stop and it had taken all of her resolve to say goodbye when it was time for her lover to head off to the transport station.

She leaned her head to one side, scrutinizing the ocular implant that made up part of her left eye, before trailing her fingertips down her cheek to touch the silver starburst embedded below her right ear.

It was a wonder to her that Kathryn could love her, despite her imperfections. The fact that the incredibly strong and beautiful woman also wanted to marry her, that was something that was beyond even her formidable comprehension.

With a sigh, she slipped into her robe and went back to the bedroom where she pulled out what Kathryn referred to as 'comfort clothes'. They consisted of a pair of well washed blue jeans and a soft white, button down shirt. She didn't bother to put anything on her feet before she headed down to the kitchen.

Gretchen's smile of greeting faded when she took in the look on Seven's face. "What's wrong, sweetie?" She placed a comforting arm across the Borg's shoulders and led her over to a stool before pouring her a cup of tea.

"I am unsure what has affected my mood." Seven shrugged helplessly. "I feel…"

"Lost?" Gretchen smiled at her gently. "Restless? Worried?"

"Yes!" The Borg looked surprised. "Why would I be feeling such things? I am very pleased with my current situation."

"It's normal honey. Things are changing so fast and no matter how intelligent you are, the heart bypasses the brain every time. It just means your human, like the rest of us."

"Not quite like the rest of you." Seven turned her face away to hide the tears in her eyes.

"Is that what this is about?" Gretchen grabbed her shoulders and turned her so she could look into her eyes. "You stop that right now. You are a beautiful young woman. None of this metal and mesh can change that. Besides, it's not what's on the outside that matters. It's what's on the inside that counts. And you have a beautiful heart, Annika Hansen. I knew that from the first moment Kathryn brought you home."

Seven surprised herself by sliding her arms around the older woman's waist and hugging her tightly. She wondered vaguely if there was something inherently therapeutic about the Janeway women that she always felt so much better in their arms.

"Hey," Phoebe stopped in the doorway, waiting until her mother nodded at her before she entered. She poured herself a cup of coffee and joined them at the counter. "Everything all right?"

"Annika's just feeling a little of the bridal blues."

"Ahh." Phoebe sipped her coffee quietly as she studied Seven's face. "You know, this might not be the best time to ask but, the way you look right now… I'd really love to do a sketch of you. Do you think you might be up for that?"

The Borg looked slightly intrigued. "Perhaps. But I have made prior arrangements to spend the day with your mother to prepare for the wedding."

"Don't worry about me." Gretchen smiled. "We can go later today. The church isn't going anywhere."

"Very well then. What does this endeavor entail? Do I need to change my attire?"

"No. You look perfect. My studio is out in the barn loft though, so you might want to throw on some shoes and a jacket until we get there. Don't worry, it's heated."

Seven nodded and went to collect the suggested items while Phoebe stared down into her coffee,

"What do you have going on in that devious little mind of yours?" Gretchen dropped a kiss on her youngest child's forehead.

"I'm thinking it's time the rest of the world knows just how human she really is."

---

"Good morning, Eva."

Janeway's assistant looked up in surprise, a genuine smile gracing her normally placid features. "Admiral! It's good to have you back. I have your messages."

Kathryn took the PADD the young woman offered her and grimaced as she noted the number of missives on it. "I spoke too soon."

"I'm sorry, Admiral. You were gone for several weeks."

"Yes, I know." She flashed her a brilliant smile. "There's no way I'm going to have time to look through all of these. Let's do this, go through the list and delete anything with the words 'Chakotay' or 'Mark Johnson' anywhere in them. Then bring me the rest along with a pot of really strong coffee."

"Yes, Admiral."

Kathryn stepped into her office and groaned. The top of her desk was literally covered with stacks of PADDs and Owen Paris was scheduled to join her in less than two hours.

There were some mornings when she truly hated being an Admiral.

With a sigh, she sat down and began sorting through them, stopping only long enough to pour herself a cup of joe when Eva brought it quietly into the room. When she was done, she had sorted the PADDs into four main groups: Priority, Moderately Imperative, Baseless Communications and Downright Idiotic. The last two she sent out to Eva to handle while she sorted through the various demands presented by the others.

When her assistant knocked quietly two hours later, she stretched in relief and stood, smiling genuinely as Admiral Paris came to stand before her desk. "Owen."

"Kathryn." They nodded at each other and took their seats. "It's good to have you back."

"Well, I'm glad one of us thinks so. You couldn't have someone cover the reports while I was gone, huh?" She poured him a cup of coffee.

Paris grinned. "Wouldn't dream of it, I know how much you adore them. Did you enjoy your leave?"

Janeway thought about that for a moment. "Parts of it were quite memorable. You should know, however, that I will be submitting my request to you for four additional weeks of leave at the end of next month."

"So soon? Your timing could be better, Kathryn."

"Well, my apologies but this is one leave I can't reschedule. I'm getting married."

Paris coughed slightly, setting his coffee mug down in surprise. "Are you serious?"

"Quite."

"Well then," He came around the desk and hugged her briefly. "Congratulations. I'll make sure I expedite the request when it hits my desk. Who's the lucky fellow?"

She knew there was no point in dissembling. "Annika Hansen."

"Annika Hans-" He blinked several times. "The Borg…?"

"The lovely young woman that returned from the Delta Quadrant with us, yes Owen."

Paris' eyebrows rose and his face colored slightly as he tried to think of something to say. "Well," He finally managed with a laugh. "Neyechev is going to love that. I assume I will be receiving an invitation?"

"Of course." She picked up her own mug and took a long drink. "So what about my timing is off?"

With a small smile he set another PADD on her desk.

Janeway picked it up, noting that it required her personal security code to access it. "Operation Hyperion?"

"It's eyes only at this point, Kathryn. At least until you hear my proposal."

She read through the information quickly. "These are specs from the Theoretical Propulsion Group for an experimental drive and nav system?"

"Yes. That's only an outline. I'll have the full specs sent over later today, but we thought it would be something that could use your expertise."

"My expertise?" Janeway said dryly.

"Well, maybe not just your expertise…"

"Ahh." Kathryn smirked. "You want Seven."

"We want both of you on this project. The specs are sound as far as the TPG can take them. They were based largely on information you brought back with you on Voyager. Since Seven of Nine played a major role in compiling and implementing much of that information, we naturally think the project would benefit from her input."

"What exactly are we talking about here?"

"This is high level, Kathryn. This information would only be available to you and the staff working on the project. Starfleet would, of course, be much more comfortable with the situation if she was amenable to accepting a commission before working with you on this."

"And if she isn't? Starfleet wasn't exactly friendly towards her when we first arrived."

"I am aware that she may be reluctant to take a full commission. If that is the case then we are prepared to work around that."

"How?"

"Civilian Attache to Starfleet Operations. It would carry a civilian rank equal to that of a Lieutenant Commander however she would not be in a position of authority over any Starfleet personnel not directly assigned to her department."

Janeway leaned back in her chair. "You must want her awfully badly."

"I believe I can speak for Starfleet when I say that we are well aware that the two of you work best as a team. Your experience with utilizing experimental drives and her experience with building them are invaluable to this project."

"How soon do you need an answer?"

"Yesterday."

"Of course." She picked up the PADD. "Can I share this with her?"

"Yes. However the full specs will remain for your eyes only until we have an answer from her in regards to her involvement. I trust that is agreeable?"

"I'll discuss it with her tonight."

"Very good. If you can get her to agree, send me a communiqué immediately and I will have the proper papers drawn up and waiting on your desk tomorrow morning."

"What's the rush? How soon are we talking about implementation?"

"If everything works out, we're hoping to have the systems up and doing live test runs within two months."

She leaned forward. "On what ship?"

Admiral Paris grinned at her. "Talk to Seven. I'll be waiting for your response."

Kathryn watched him go before picking the PADD up to run through the specs again.

Things were getting very interesting.

---

"Why may I not see it?" Seven stared at the artist obstinately.

"Because," Phoebe smiled and draped a thin sheet over the easel holding her first outline of the Borg. "It's considered bad luck."

"I fail to see how allowing the object of your artistic rendering to view the unfinished project is related to creating an unfortunate situation."

The redhead blinked and then laughed. "Give me a minute to translate that statement and I'll give you an answer."

Seven sighed. "I see you share Kathryn's stubbornness."

"Did you expect anything less?"

"In truth… no. When will I be allowed to see your creation?"

"When it's done." Phoebe handed the Borg her jacket and her shoes. "Now you better get back down to the house. I'm sure Mom is chomping at the bit to take you to see the church."

"Will you require me to sit for you again?"

"Maybe." Phoebe shrugged. "I have a really good start here. If I do, trust me, I'll ask."

"Very well." She hesitated for a moment after pulling on her garments, making the redhead laugh.

"Go on!" She pushed her towards the stairs leading down from the loft to the lower level of the barn. "I'm not going to show you!"

With a sigh, the Borg made her way out of the warmth of the tall building, enjoying the coldness of the snow as she waded through it to the back door of the farm house. Gretchen was sitting at the counter, drinking a cup of tea and flipping through one of a tall stack of wedding magazines.

"Well," The older woman smiled at her as she stepped inside and shook the snowflakes off her face. "It looks like you survived."

"Yes, but it was a dangerous mission." Seven returned the smile. "Phoebe can be very demanding. And she would not allow me to see what she has completed thus far."

"I think that's an artist thing dear. She would never allow any of us to see anything she was working on until it was done." Gretchen set the magazine back on the stack. "Are you ready to go and see the church?"

"Yes, please."

The trip was a short one and as the church came into view, Seven drew in a breath. It was a one room building, whitewashed, with a steeple that rose up into the softly falling snow. Behind it was the flat, shimmering surface of a frozen over lake surrounded on all sides by trees.

"It is beautiful." Seven breathed as she climbed out of the hover-car.

"Wait until you see the inside." Gretchen smiled at her and took her hand, drawing her through the double doors.

The inside of the church was warm and brightly lit. The pews were all hardwood, smooth to the touch and polished to a bright luster. The center aisle led to a similarly cared for altar backed by long, crimson drapes surrounding a wide bay window. The color immediately reminded Seven of Kathryn's uniform and the view of the lake beyond was breathtaking.

The church was non-denominational so there were no overtly religious themes something she knew would appeal to Kathryn as well.

"So what do you think?" Gretchen asked.

"I find it more than acceptable. Do you believe Kathryn will as well?"

"Oh, I think so."

Seven nodded. "Then I believe it to be the right choice."

"Good. Now let's go see my friend about a feast."

Three hours later, pleasantly stuffed full of the tasty tidbits and tea the caterer had pressed upon them followed by several different samples of wedding cake, Gretchen and Seven dragged themselves into the farm house and fell heavily onto the couch.

"I do not believe I will eat again for the foreseeable future."

"Yes, but Meg can cook can't she?" Gretchen laughed. "Just think, we need to start dinner soon."

"No." Seven groaned. "We should allow Kathryn to fend for herself."

The older woman smiled at her gently. "You aren't happy with her willingness to let us make all of the choices are you?"

The Borg flushed. "Kathryn is very busy."

"Maybe, but I think she could handle a few of the decisions. She just needs to be reminded that she is supposed to be an active participant in this event."

"How should I go about reminding her?"

Gretchen smiled.

---

Kathryn stepped inside the house, shaking the snow off her jacket before hanging it on the coat rack. "I'm home."

"In the kitchen dear." Gretchen called back.

She set her PADDs on the dining room table and walked into the kitchen to accept a mug of coffee from her mother. "What's for dinner?"

"Annika and I have eaten and your sister won't be home until late. I can make you up a sandwich and some soup if you like."

"That would be great, Mom thanks." She set her mug down. "Where's Annika?"

"She's upstairs in the bedroom."

"I need to talk to her. I'll be down in a little while."

"Alright, sweetie."

She climbed the stairs and swung the bedroom door open, her eyes going wide when she saw Seven standing in front of the full-length mirror on her closet door.

"Oh my god." She whispered her heart thudding painfully as she realized that the Borg was wearing full Starfleet dress whites. Her hair was down, framing her face, creating a softness that made the uniform look all the more appealing. "It's a damn good thing I never got you to wear a uniform while we were on Voyager."

Seven looked at her, raising one eyebrow quizzically. "Kathryn?"

"I would have torn it off of you the moment I saw you in it."

"That would have been interesting had I been on the bridge at the time."

"Love you never would have made it out of the Cargo Bay." She took a breath, reminding herself that her mother was still awake. "Why are you trying on a dress uniform?"

"I was made to understand that a bride should wear white on her wedding day." Seven replied.

Janeway's mouth dropped open. "You don't mean… you're going to wear that?"

"Why would I not?" She glanced in the mirror again. "I believe I look quite handsome in it."

"Oh, you do." Janeway came up behind her and ran her hands down the back of the jacket. "But don't you think it will look a little odd if we're both dressed this way?"

"We will not both be dressed in this manner."

"What do you mean?" She asked suspiciously.

Seven pulled out a 'Modern Bride' magazine. "Your mother and I have gone through and marked several pages that depict gowns we believe would be quite attractive on you. The one on page ninety eight is my favorite. I believe it would highlight the delicateness of your features."

Kathryn's jaw dropped. "You cannot be serious! You want to wear the suit and you want me to wear the dress?"

"Is there a problem, Kathryn?"

"Yes!" She dropped the magazine on the bed. "I should wear the suit."

"Why?"

"Because… because…" Kathryn stammered. "Because I'm the Captain!"

"Not any longer, you were promoted remember?" She kissed her softly on the nose.

"Then because I'm the Admiral! You're not even in Starfleet!"

"I am taller… and I will just refrain from wearing an insignia. I was crew on Voyager after all." Seven countered, she turned to look at her lover pointedly. "Kathryn, I do believe your exact words were 'I am sure whatever the two of you decide will be perfect.' You can hardly complain about it now."

Janeway took a deep breath and was about to retort when she saw the glint of humor in Seven's eyes. "This was Mom's way of telling me I need to help out isn't it?"

The younger woman wrapped her arms around her and kissed her thoroughly. "We both felt that you could use a reminder that you are expected to be an active participant."

Janeway grinned. "Ok, I deserved that. I'm sorry, Annika. What can I do to help?"

"It will be your responsibility to choose the tokens we are to exchange during the ceremony. In addition to that I would be pleased if you would plan where we are to go on our honeymoon."

"I can do that." She kissed the Borg tenderly. "So I get to wear the dress whites?"

"Of course." Seven released her. "Although I would prefer if they were at least partially red. Red has always been your color."

"You've mentioned that once or twice."

"It is also regrettable that I will not be wearing these. They are striking." She began to take them off.

"Uhm..Seven?"

"Yes, Kathryn?"

The older woman stepped closer, running her hands down the jacket lapels and over her breasts as she looked up at the Borg with heavily lidded eyes "Don't recycle it."

"Yes, Captain." Seven smirked.

Kathryn kissed the adorably quirked lips. "Get changed and then come downstairs. There's something I need to talk to you about.

---

Seven looked up from the pad as Gretchen brought in a sandwich and coffee for Kathryn and a cup of tea for her. "Thank you." She smiled at the Janeway matriarch before turning to her fiancé. "These specs are very unusual, Kathryn."

"In what way?" The Admiral talked around a mouthful of turkey and provolone.

"The amount of energy required for this experimental drive would call for three separate warp cores to be present to facilitate the funneling of the hyper accelerated dilithium. I am unaware of any ship currently outfitted with such an engine configuration that is large enough to handle the power surge."

"I know." Kathryn smiled. "Owen wouldn't tell me anything about the ship. I think it was intentional."

"I must admit, this is an ambitious design." The Borg scanned the information again eagerly. "The TPG must have been working on it for quite some time."

"Since we returned from the Delta Quadrant apparently."

"And why did Starfleet not bring it to your attention sooner?"

"I'm beginning to think that this is the reason they decommissioned Voyager. That this drive is going to be the new standard. To be honest, I'm more interested in the ship it's being made for."

Seven smiled at her knowingly. "Admiral Paris tempted you with a small amount of information in the hopes that you would in turn tempt me with the possibility of undertaking an altogether new propulsion design."

"Is it working?"

"I admit I am intrigued. I have been considering the possible avenues available to me for future employment. Aside from providing an intellectual challenge, this project would also allow us to work closely together."

"That was my thought too." Kathryn ate the last bite of her sandwich and washed it down with a healthy swig of coffee. "I wasn't sure how you would react to becoming a commissioned officer, however."

The Borg sat the pad down and regarded her lover seriously. "I am still uncertain that I wish to accept a rank from Starfleet. However, I would be amenable to the civilian position he has offered, at least until the project is finished. At that time I can always reassess the situation."

"So you're accepting Owens offer?"

"Yes, so long as it does not compromise our wedding plans."

"He has assured me that it won't."

"Very well then." She smiled when Kathryn leaned over and kissed her. "However, I must insist that I be allowed at least two days a week to assist Gretchen with the wedding plans and whatever additional time Phoebe might require to finish the piece we began this morning."

Janeway looked at her blankly. "You're working with Phoebe?"

"I posed for her this morning. She is unsure whether she will require me to sit for her again but I wish to be available should she need me to do so."

"I see." Kathryn pursed her lips. "Well, I need to go and send a communiqué to Owen so the papers will be ready for your signature tomorrow morning before you go to regenerate. Why don't you keep going over the specs? I'll be back in a little while."

"Very well."

Seven immersed herself in the data that was available, committing it to her eidetic memory while making internal notes in regards to questions and suggestions that had already occurred to her. She was so engrossed by the project that it was with surprise when she looked up an hour later, realizing that Kathryn still had not returned.

She checked the den, where the vid comm was located to find it unoccupied. In the kitchen, she found Gretchen still going through wedding magazines. The older woman smiled at her when she entered.

"Do you know where Kathryn is?" She asked.

Gretchen smiled. "I believe she's out in the barn."

"The barn?" Seven sighed. Curiosity was not something her lover handled well. "I will go and collect her."

The short walk through the snow was pleasant. The air was clean and sharp and the sky was clear. When she entered the barn, the warmth hit her like a wave and she unbuttoned her jacket before heading towards the stairs. "Kathryn?" She called out.

"Yes!" The Admiral appeared, peering down over the railing from the loft above, a guilty look on her face. "I'm here."

"What are you doing in Phoebe's studio, Kathryn?"

"I was just…uhm…looking around."

"You were looking for the sketch of me she began this morning. I do not believe that Phoebe would be pleased if you were to view it before it was completed."

The Admiral had the good grace to blush. "Yeah, I know. That's why I thought I would just sneak a peak. But I can't find it." Shrugging, she started down the stairs.

Halfway down, she lost her footing on a loose board and ended up falling forward into Seven's arms, bearing them both backwards into a pile of sweet smelling hay.

Laughing at her own clumsiness, she brushed the straw from the Borg's features before kissing her thoroughly. "Are you all right?"

"I am uninjured." Seven smirked. "However, there are easier methods of getting me to 'roll in the hay' with you."

"Maybe, but at least this way I ended up on top."

"And you believe this positioning to be advantageous in regards to achieving a specific goal?"

Kathryn broke into a wide grin, laughing in delight. Normally, she didn't care to be teased, but when Seven did it, she just couldn't seem to get enough for some reason. She slid her hands inside the Borg's jacket, smoothing her palms over the curves of her breasts. "Well, it does give me the 'upper' hand."

Seven groaned. "Please assure me that the phrasing of that statement was not intentional."

"Oh, pretty much everything I do is intentional where you are concerned."

The Borg raised one eyebrow. "So your clumsiness was planned? Elaborate."

Kathryn began to work open the buttons on Seven's shirt very slowly, stopping to play her fingers over the skin beneath each time. "It put you right where I wanted you." She dropped her lips to the Borg's long, elegant neck, nuzzling the pulse point softly before nipping at it with her teeth.

Seven nestled back into the hay, enjoying the feel of her lover's fingers against her chest and the light suckling that she knew would leave red marks on the skin of her throat. When Kathryn spread her legs and straddled her hips, she smiled knowingly. This would be one more location she could cross off her list of potential places to make love.

Growling low in her chest, Kathryn pulled the now completely open shirt from where it was tucked into her lover's tight blue jeans. With expert fingers, she popped the button at the top of the dungarees and then the five buttons below it one at a time, punctuating each opening with light nibble on the skin beneath her lips. When she reached one rosy nipple and slid her tongue around it, Seven was already writhing beneath her.

The Borg brought her hand up and wrapped it around the back of Kathryn's neck, pulling the older woman tightly against her. When she felt teeth graze across the pebbled bud, she bit her lower lip, a small sigh of happiness escaping her throat.

"You like that do you?" Kathryn smiled against her breast. "What about this?" She brought her other hand up and began to twist the other nipple gently. When she received a moan in response, she shifted, sliding one knee up to fit snugly between Seven's thighs. "And that?"

"Yes…" Seven pushed her away just long enough to pull the jacket and sweater from her body then pulled her close again. She snaked one hand between them and unzipped the black slacks that Kathryn was wearing before sliding both her hands inside, gliding around the swell of hips to cup the older woman's smooth buttocks. Finding her access still too limited, she sat up, staring into Kathryn's eyes with a smoldering look, her breath heavy. "Remove the rest of your clothing."

The Admiral laughed. "Yes, ma'am." Leaning to the side, she pulled off her boots, followed by her pants and briefs, then did the same for Seven, who had already tugged off her own jacket and shirt, tossing them aside.

When their bodies met again, the feeling of warm, smooth flesh colliding together pulled gasps from them both as they wiggled deeper into the hay, the soft stalks tickling their skin slightly as they embraced.

Kathryn kissed her slowly, using her tongue to run across the sweet flesh of her lips before dipping inside to tangle wetly with Seven's tongue. She adored the feel of the younger woman's hands as they played across her back and when she trailed her mouth down the Borg's chest to capture a nipple between her teeth again, she felt a flush of moisture bathe the skin of her thigh. "Ahh, that's my girl." She whispered as she pressed harder with her knee. "I want you so wet when I get down there that I'll feel it dripping down my chin."

Seven moaned, her hips surging upwards as she raised her own leg, reveling in the damp hair and flesh the pressed against her skin.

Kathryn slid lower, replacing her lips with her fingers as she kissed her way down the Borg's abdomen. Her tongue ran lovingly between the bands of metal across her midsection before sliding down into the pale thatch of fragrant blonde hair. Unable to wait any longer, she parted Seven's folds with her nose, breathing her scent in deeply as her tongue found the small bundle of nerves that was already swollen with need. She closed her lips on it, sucking it into her mouth as her fingers quickened their movements on the Borg's nipples.

"More…" Seven whimpered, her hands tangled in Kathryn's hair. "I need…"

"I know what you need." The Admiral whispered, smiling as she pulled her hand down to enter Seven with two fingers, her hand thrusting gently against the hips pushing up into her. She was so wet. Her essence was everywhere, bathing her face and the smooth thighs on either side of her and what she couldn't catch with her lips dripped down into the hay beneath them, mingling with its sweet scent to create a heady mixture that began to pervade the entire barn.

The experience was intoxicating and Kathryn felt her own need rising like hot liquid within her. She thrust into Seven twice more and then sat up, positioning their bodies so that the over heated flesh between their legs pressed tightly together. Then she began to move, slowly at first, the friction exquisite as the sensitive flesh met and parted, only to be pulled together again, the hard bundles of nerves dragging across each other, making them both cry out as their bodies became slick with sweat and their combined moisture. Reaching out, she clasped both of Seven's hands within her own, using them to pull their bodies more firmly together as she gazed into eyes filled with love and desire.

It was heaven, it was bliss, it was torture of the sweetest kind as they both tried to hold back the climaxes building within them, neither of them wanting to let go of the primal connection created by where their bodies joined together.

It was Seven that went over first. Her head slammed back into the hay as her eyes closed and a low cry began in the back of her throat. Kathryn could feel the flesh against her own sex begin to flutter and she whimpered as her body responded wildly, her thighs tightening convulsively as her own orgasm tore through her, shaking her body as she threw her head back to howl into the rafters.

Then she collapsed forward, her head resting heavily against Seven's heaving chest. Languidly, she slid down and began to lick the essence from the Borg's sensitive flesh, smiling as the younger woman quivered under her tongue's caress. When she had drunk her fill, she climbed back up, kissing the blonde hard, sharing the taste of their combined passion with her tongue and lips.

When they finally broke apart, Kathryn lay on top of Seven quietly, her fingers playing idly with the long locks of pale hair that fanned out across the hay like silk.

Seven merely lay on her back, her eye staring blankly at the roof of the barn as she tried to get her breathing under control. "That was," She finally whispered. "Quite exceptional."

"I agree." The older woman nuzzled her neck, her interest renewed as the strength returned to her limbs.

"WHOA! I thought the only full moon was the one outside!"

Kathryn squeaked in horror at the sound of Phoebe's voice, her arms flailing wildly as she tried to bury herself in the hay piled up around them. Seven merely sat up and crossed her arms over her chest.

"You had to mess around out here? What, your room wasn't good enough?" Phoebe teased. "How am I supposed to get any work done now?"

"We were unaware that you would be returning this evening." The Borg said calmly. "At least we refrained from 'messing around' in your loft."

The younger Janeway rubbed her chin thoughtfully as she shifted the stack of sketchbooks she was carrying to her other arm. "I guess I should count myself lucky. What were you doing out here anyway? Besides the obvious?"

Kathryn stuck her head up. "Nothing! We were just getting some air!"

Seven raised one eyebrow at the lie, making Phoebe start to laugh all over again.

"I took it with me, Katie." She smirked. "I know you too well. Now if you two degenerates don't mind, I have some work to do. Once I open a window that is." She made her way up the stairs, calling back over her shoulder, "Oh and by the way, get some sun would ya, Sis?"

When she was out of sight, Kathryn jumped up and pulled her clothing on quickly, refusing to look at Seven whom she knew was enjoying the whole situation way too much.

The cold air outside was refreshing after the heat of the barn and they made their way back to the house slowly, hands entwined. As they reached the porch, Kathryn wrapped her arms around Seven and whispered, "Have I told you recently how very much I adore you?"

"Not in the last seven point three hours."

"Well I do." She kissed her softly. "I love you with parts of me I didn't even know I had."

Seven kissed her back. "And I, in turn, love every one of your parts."

The kitchen was warm when they entered to find steaming hot mugs of cocoa waiting for them. Kathryn picked hers up and took a long drink, before smiling at her mother. "You always knew just the right time for hot chocolate."

Gretchen gave the two of them a long look. "Make sure you shower before you go to bed."

Kathryn's eyebrows furrowed.

Smiling, her mother reached out and pulled several stalks of hay from beneath the collar of her shirt. "That'll chafe something fierce if you don't."

---

Seven handed the last PADD back to Admiral Paris and accepted a small insignia designating her civilian rank. She looked at it blankly for a few moments until Kathryn finally took it and affixed it to the top of her biosuit, near her collar.

"Well," Paris smiled broadly. "That takes care of all the official drabble. Welcome aboard Ms. Hansen."

"You may call me Seven of Nine."

"Very well." He handed them each several PADDs. "These contain the entire set of specs for the new Mercury Propulsion and Navigational system. Where did you want to get started?"

"Tell us about the ship." Kathryn interjected, her eyes glittering.

Admiral Paris laughed. "I thought that might be your preferred jumping off point." He straightened his uniform jacket. "Well, I can tell you… or I can show you."

Janeway's smile was quick and broad. "You've built her already."

"Of course, it would be difficult to begin live testing of an experimental engine in two months without the ship that went along with it." He turned to Seven. "I know you were scheduled to regenerate this morning, but can that be postponed for a few hours while we take a brief detour out to Utopia Planetia?"

"That would be acceptable." The Borg nodded.

The shuttle flight to the shipyards surrounding Mars was uneventful. The three of them passed the time with light conversation about the origins of the new Mercury drive, which had apparently been derived from the backwards engineering of Voyager's own engines and the implementation of much of the data they had collected in the Delta Quadrant. None of them delved deeper into the design, wanting to see the configuration of the vessel it was engineered for before speculating on possible avenues of deployment.

Throughout the short journey, Seven found herself smiling fondly at her partner. Kathryn was sitting on the edge of her seat, her entire body vibrating with a kind of expectant energy, very much like that displayed by Naomi Wildman when her birthday celebration drew near.

When the shuttle came into sight of the shipyards, Kathryn let out a long breath. B'Elanna had not been exaggerating. Utopia Planetia was the main shipyard for Starfleet, boasting the best personnel and the largest facilities. The biggest of these had been completely enclosed, creating a massive pod-like structure that completely hid the interior from view. She looked over at Admiral Paris, who only returned her questioning glance with a grin.

They docked at an auxiliary port that had been added for just that purpose and proceeded to wind their way through several checkpoints. At the last of them, Admiral Paris handed them each a badge to affix to their uniforms. "These will grant you access to the site at any time, day or night." He explained.

"Already had these waiting for us, hmm?" Janeway laughed. "You must have been very sure we would accept."

"How could you resist?" He waved them into a turbo-lift and they began their ascent towards the pod above. When they reached their destination, it was to step out into a low lit room. Windows lined the entire front side but the blast shielding was up, blocking the view completely. Paris walked over to the control on the wall and looked back with a grin. "May I present the first battle ready Generational ship, the Titan Class U.S.S. Cathain."

As the blast shield slid down, Janeway and Seven stepped closer to the window. The older woman's hand went out automatically, as though she could somehow caress the vessel through the transparent aluminum.

It was massive.

The 'saucer' was shaped like an arrowhead, only slightly more bowed out on the sides. It was also thicker from the top to the bottom than any other ship she had ever seen with wide viewports along the bottom of the arrowhead's tip. She assumed that was where the bridge was located, although why they would place it there was something she couldn't fathom at the moment. Further down the vessel towards the rear was what appeared to be the slightly distended 'belly' section of the ship around which six nacelles were clustered; the two at the top and bottom jutting out at forty five degree angles up and down while the two in the middle stuck straight out from the sides. The ship's call letters proudly announced its status as the first of its class: NX61930. Altogether, it was very sleek looking for a ship its size.

"Titan is the merging of the Galaxy and Prometheus Classes. The Cathain is the first of the flagship line. Twenty eight decks, all of them equipped with holo-emitters, ten holodecks, three shuttle bays with a complement of eight runabouts, two sick bays, three gravitational gyms, 4 Parises Square Courts, two tennis courts, three mess halls, two crew lounges, and two officer's lounges. She will host a crew complement of four hundred and seventy, including two hundred civilians and one hundred civilian and Starfleet dependants, she can travel at warp 9.9 when necessary and warp 9.5 sustainable."

"My god." Janeway breathed. "What about weapons and armaments?"

"She's got advanced phaser arrays, state of the art deflector and sensor arrays, quantum torpedoes, regenerative shielding and ablative armor. Not to mention one little surprise up her sleeve," Paris thumbed a button on the wall. "Multi-vector assault mode."

As Janeway and Seven watched, the ship began to separate. First the belly fell away, taking along the bottom two nacelles. Then the much longer mid section dropped down. This section took a quarter of the saucers thickness and the two middle nacelles with it. Finally, what was left was the main saucer section, floating elegantly above the other two, its own nacelles glowing brightly in the darkness.

"Bid Goddess rise from mists of memory, rise the Fair Cathain, in battle the equal of every man, and every love disdained…" Janeway recited under her breath, causing Seven to look at her curiously.

Admiral Paris didn't seem to notice. "Each section has its own warp core and engines. The Generational Section holds the crew quarters, main engineering, science labs and Astrometrics. It will be where all non-Starfleet personnel will be located and can operate completely independently of the other two sections, maintaining a speed of warp 9.2 indefinitely. It, like the other two sections, is outfitted with its own weapons and armaments and it will also be where the Merc Drive and Nav systems will be installed. The middle section is the Main Bridge Assembly. Its smaller size makes it more maneuverable in a fight and would be manned by senior officers and crew. The bottom section is the Battle Bridge. It has the same weapons capabilities but with the added benefit of being able to operate with as few as four active stations. Both bridge sections have standard warp capabilities of 8.0 sustainable, with the ability to jump to warp 9.0 for periods of seventy two hours."

"That's amazing." Janeway shook her head in disbelief. She now understood why the bridge was located where it was. When the ship was separated, it became the front most section of the Main Bridge Assembly.

"Wait until you see what the Mercury Drive can do." He flipped the button again and the ship reintegrated. "When all three sections are connected, the three warp cores create a conduit that allows the funneling of energy from the Mercury Chamber through the deflector array. But you will find out more about that after you read through the specifications I've given you."

"Who's her captain?" Janeway blurted out.

Paris smiled. "At the moment, she doesn't have a captain. You're going to help us make that decision when the time comes. We also expect you to help train her crew."

Seven glanced at Kathryn from the corner of her eye and saw the older woman's jaw tighten. This new information was definitely going to become a bone of contention sometime very soon.

"Let's take a look inside shall we?" Admiral Paris led the way through the corridors and into the Cathain. The walking tour began in Main Engineering, which was a marvel that Janeway was going to do whatever she could to get B'Elanna's expert hands on. They then continued through the state of the art sick bays, complete with the new EMH Mark VI, who was a woman this time around, Janeway noted with interest.

Astrometrics was a spectacle that almost succeeded in taking Seven's breath away. Almost. It did manage to raise both her eyebrows however, which Admiral Paris took to mean that she was impressed. It was nearly twice the size of the lab on Voyager, with four times the data storage capabilities and three times the power allocation. Seven immediately accessed the board and began putting the computer through its paces. Kathryn had to pull her away to allow the tour to continue.

They did a brief circuit of the crew quarters, the shuttle and cargo bays and the holodecks before heading to the place Janeway was most interested in seeing.

When they stepped off the turbo-lift and onto the bridge, she took a long, deep breath, remembering back to when she did the same thing as she stepped onto Voyager's bridge for the first time. The scent was the same; new metal and resin, the leather of the command chairs, the fibers of the carpet, the slightly ionized smell of the newly installed view screens. It was comforting as she looked around an environment so different than what she was used to.

It was larger, for one thing, almost doubly so, and made to feel even bigger by the light pewter color of the carpet and command seats. The railing behind the command center and around the front of the helm gleamed onyx under the bright overhead lights that were up full while the ship was still at dock. There were fours steps that led down to the command center and another three on either side that led to separate doorways. One, she knew was the Captain's ready room and the other she assumed was the conference room. Some standards on starships never changed.

The entire outer ring of the bridge was filled with science, tactical, engineering, logistics, communications and security stations. The entire ship could be run from right here on the bridge if need be.

Janeway stood in front of the captain's chair for several long seconds before finally turning away to examine the helm control. The desire to slide into the command chair was almost overwhelming, but that was something that you just did not do. It was not a written rule, but one of courtesy and respect, that the first backside to grace that chair belong to the captain that commanded the ship.

After drinking in her fill of the bridge, she headed into the ready room with Seven following behind her. The sanctuary was about one and a half times the size of the one she spent seven years in on Voyager. The desk was large and boasted an integrated transparent data screen that popped up at the touch of a finger. When one was seated, the main computer database was on the left and on the right…

Kathryn bent down, trying to figure out what exactly was on the right side of the desk.

"Coffee, black, hot." Admiral Paris said with amusement.

To her delight, the requested beverage appeared right there, right on her desk! "Well, that's convenient."

"Believe it or not, it wasn't created for caffeine addicts such as yourself." He said dryly. "During negotiation simulations with members of various species, one of the irritating minutiae they all kept coming back to was the necessity for the Captain of the ship to break eye contact to retrieve an offered refreshment. Many of the studies went so far as to claim that this misconstrued gesture was enough to cease negotiations altogether, hence the change in location of the replicator."

Janeway grinned. "Still, it's convenient." Her expression grew thoughtful. "Admiral, I have a question. When you first unveiled the Cathain, you stated that she was to be the first battle ready generational ship. From everything that I have seen of her so far, that is certainly true. But I can't believe that Starfleet intends to send ships with such a large civilian complement into war zones."

"We certainly do not." Paris assured her. "But war with the Dominion taught us that both sides don't always play by the same rules. Just because we would never attack a Generational ship, doesn't mean that a potential enemy would show us the same courtesy. And if a Titan class finds itself in the middle of a battle, then it's a battle we intend to win. With the multi-vector assault mode, we can at least ensure that the generational section of the ship falls back, even retreats altogether, while the two bridge sections mount a defense, giving the civilians more time to head for safer sky."

Janeway nodded, relieved by the explanation. She had never wanted the responsibilities that came along with a Generational ship, but the Cathain was starting to make her change her mind, as long as she wasn't going to be deployed as a warship. Exploration was where her heart would always lie.

"Well," Paris cleared his throat. "Now that you've had the dime tour, what do you think?"

"She's a little rough, but I'm sure she'll polish up nice." Kathryn teased back. "I did want to ask you about personnel for the Merc Drive install. I have a couple of people that I think could bring a lot to the operation."

He held up his hand. "We thought you might. You can have anyone you want, so long as they pass a level one security check. Once they have, just submit their names to me and I'll get their clearance and badges set up. I'll start with Torres now since I assume she will be on the top of your list and I know she's already cleared." He flushed, realizing he had maybe said more than he should have.

"You performed a security clearance check on your daughter in law?" Janeway laughed. "Does she know?"

"No!" Paris went from ruddy to pale in the span of a few seconds. "And I would prefer that she not find out. She upholds the chain of command just fine while we're on duty, but once the uniforms come off…" He shook his head.

"I fail to see why B'Elanna would be angered by your actions." Seven interjected. "You are a high ranking member of Starfleet and she is engaged in a close, private relationship with your son. Logic dictates that you would take precautions to safeguard against the loss of any Federation Intelligence. She was at one time a member of the Maquis."

He looked at her like a parent would look at a small child. "You obviously have never been related to a Klingon."

"You are correct, I have not."

"Then let me tell you, logic has very little to do with it. Now, I must excuse myself to go and inform the Admiral's council of your decision to head this project. The shuttle is at your disposal as I know you need to return to the Venture to regenerate. When were you planning on moving the alcove anyway?"

"Tom offered us the use of the Venture for our honeymoon." Kathryn tried to keep a purely professional look on her face but love softened the edges of it somewhat. "I figured we would get it installed in my townhouse after we got back."

"Sounds good. No hurry though, I was just curious. I'll get started on B'Elanna's clearance and let you get to work."

Once he had gone, Janeway and Seven made their way back to the bridge where the older woman proceeded to walk slowly about the room, her hands lingering lovingly over the surfaces they came in contact with.

Seven just smiled at her knowingly. She recognized that look.

Her Captain was in love.

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Chapter Five – Curiosity Killed the Cat

Phoebe stepped through the double wide doors slowly, swinging her head from side to side to make sure there was no one there to see her. She didn't know why, but every time she came here she felt like an alien intruder that was about to be hunted down and eliminated.

It wasn't as though the place was unfamiliar. Oh sure, they had rebuilt it since its almost total destruction during the war, but it still had the same feel, the same antiseptic whiteness, the same mind numbing blandness.

This was Starfleet Headquarters, the holy land for her sister and the tens of thousands like her that served the Federation.

Damn, some days it felt really good to be an artist.

She ventured further inside, looking for a sign, an arrow, anything to point her in the direction she needed to go. It was so quiet she almost jumped out of her skin when a voice broke the silence.

"Can I help you ma'am?"

She turned to see an Andorian male wearing the uniform and insignia of an Ensign manning a desk to the left of her. He was so short she had thought the desk was empty.

"Uhm…yeah." She strolled to the counter, attempting to look casual. "I'm trying to find Logistics? Admiral Stewart's office in particular."

"Please state your name and the nature of your business here today?"

"My name is Phoebe Janeway and I'm looking for someone."

"Janeway?" The Ensign seemed to suddenly animate, his spine becoming rigid and his eyes sharp. "As in Admiral Janeway?"

"She's my sister."

"I see." He seemed so flustered she almost took pity on him. "I'm so sorry ma'am, but Logistics is off limits to non-personnel but I can get an assistant down here to help you, would that suffice?"

"Yes it would, as long as it's Ensign Tal Celes."

"Yes ma'am. Just give me a few moments."

Phoebe stepped over to a large star chart that adorned one wall, studying the constellations as she tried not to laugh at the Andorian. She was not mean spirited by nature but he had been so pretentious before he found out her name. Guess old Katie's reputation was good for something after all.

She hadn't seen much of her sister for the past four weeks, or of Seven either for that matter. They were either working like crazy on whatever top secret project Starfleet had them concentrating on, coming home to just pass out and then get up the next morning and do it all over again, or they were neck deep in plans for the wedding. She didn't mind much. It left her free to work on their wedding present without them snooping around.

"Phoebe?"

She jumped slightly, startled by the voice that came from right behind her. When she turned to look into the soft chocolate brown eyes, she felt her heart begin to beat double time. Celes' hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail and her curves were all but hidden by her Starfleet uniform but Phoebe still thought she looked adorable. "Uh… oh… hi." She sounded a little breathless and she took a moment, trying to will herself to calm down.

"Are you alright?" The Bajoran placed a warm hand on her arm and looked at her in concern.

"Yes, uhm… I'm fine." She blushed. "I was just thinking and you caught me by surprise."

"I see. What are you doing here?" Celes grinned at her and Phoebe found her eyes drawn to the tiny little dimple that appeared in her cheek. "You lost?"

"No. I came to see you." She shifted uncomfortably, trying to remember the invitation she had practiced on her way there. "I was just wondering if you would care to join me for dinner."

"Dinner." The grin became an all out smile. "I'd love to. When?"

"Tonight?"

"Sure, I'm free. I have about an hour left of my duty shift, would you like to come in and wait in the lounge?"

"Oh, uh… No, that's ok. I wouldn't want your boss to think I was disrupting your work. I saw a bench out front with a lovely view and I brought my sketchbook." She held up the large, spiral bound pad she was holding. "I can just sit out there and wait."

"Sure, ok. I'll come meet you as soon as I'm through."

"Great!" Phoebe watched her until she disappeared back into the offices and then let out the breath she had been holding. That hadn't been so bad. At least she hadn't started stammering.

There was something about the Bajoran that had a profound effect on her. Whenever they were together in a public venue, Celes was shy, while Phoebe was her normal confident self. But put them in a private situation and the roles were promptly reversed. No matter how much time she spent thinking about the cute little red head, and she had spent plenty, she couldn't seem to figure out what caused it. It wasn't unpleasant, just perplexing.

The air outside was cool and crisp and the winds had blown away most of the clouds, leaving a clear late afternoon for her to study the landscape. The view was spectacular, but she had to admit the mental image of the woman she had just invited to dinner was much more fascinating. Opening her sketchbook, she began to draw, becoming completely immersed in the activity.

She was so captivated by what she was working on that when someone began calling her name some time later she was oblivious to it until she glanced up to find herself looking into the amused eyes of her sister and Seven.

"Oh, hi." She closed the book quickly and stood up.

"What are you doing here?" Kathryn quirked one eyebrow at her. "Are you looking for us?"

"Uhm… not exactly."

"Ready to go, Phoebe?"

All three of them turned to see Tal Celes walking towards them. The Ensign came to attention immediately when she saw the Admiral.

"At ease, Ensign." Kathryn smothered a small smile. "So where are you two off to?"

"Phoebe invited me to dinner." Celes informed them with a bright smile.

"Oh she did?" She looked pointedly at her sibling. "Where are you planning on taking her Phoebe?"

"Well, uhm," She blushed. "We hadn't actually gotten that far yet."

"Ahh. If you would allow me to make a suggestion, Café Pernod is a wonderful little French-Italian place. They're pretty packed this time of day but if you tell them you're my sister you shouldn't have any trouble getting a table. They usually keep one on standby for me. It's just up the street from my townhouse."

"Wow that sounds great!" Celes reached out and took Phoebe's hand. "What do you think?"

"Yeah, that's…uhm… great. Yeah."

Kathryn bit the inside of her cheek. "Ok, well you two have a nice dinner. We'll see you later, Pheebs."

Seven took the Admiral by the arm and pulled her away. "That was very nice of you."

"You think?" Kathryn gave her a sly look. "Just wait until she gets home tonight!"

Phoebe and Celes opted to walk the short distance to the transport station with the artist very aware that the Bajoran had never released her hand. She worried idly if her palms were damp.

"So," Celes took a deep breath of the evening air, unbuttoning her jacket before stretching her shoulders slightly. "Tell me about you."

Phoebe blinked, her mind still focused on the lithe display of muscle and skin that played along the shorter woman's neck. "Not much to tell really; daughter of a famous Starfleet Admiral and a traditionalist mother, sister to an even more famous Starfleet Admiral, rebel child who refused to go into the family business and instead became a beatnik artist."

"I know there's more to it than that." The Bajoran smiled.

"Don't get me wrong, I respect what Dad did and what Katie does. They truly want to make the universe a better place for everyone. I just don't think things have to be quite so regimented to do it. Too many rules and regulations stifle the imagination… the creativity that makes us different from one another."

"You would be amazed at how creative your sister was out in the Delta."

"I probably would. She doesn't talk about it much. I don't think she wants to put us through being horrified for her now that she's home and safe."

"Probably so."

"What about you?"

Celes shrugged. "I was born right here one Earth. Mama and Papa made it off Bajor during the occupation and found work here. Papa was a maintenance engineer at Starfleet Headquarters and he used to come home every night with fantastic stories of Federation heroes and battles. I think he would have joined Starfleet if he hadn't been past the age limit. Anyway, when I was old enough I signed up. I wanted to make them both proud, and Starfleet was very welcoming of any and all Bajorans that wanted to join its ranks. I don't think I was a very good fit, but my instructors did a lot to help me along and I pulled a lot of all-nighters to get through my courses. Still, if we hadn't gotten stuck out in the Delta, I doubt I would have had more than a year of space duty. As it is now, I am right where I belong, with my feet on the ground and my head in the stars. Mama and Papa are still proud, especially when I made Ensign, which I know your sister had a hand in, but I think if I tried to thank her she would deny it."

"Yeah, that's Katie for you. She likes everyone to think she's as tough as nails but you've seen her around Seven. Of course, it took six feet of tall blonde Borg to pull out the softer side."

The transport beam deposited them right outside of the restaurant which had a long line of people waiting for a table. Slightly embarrassed, the two women made their way inside to stand before the maitre de's podium. He eyed them curiously until Phoebe spoke the magic word: Janeway.

Within five minute they where ensconced in a lovely little alcove by the front window, looking out over the bay as they ordered drinks and appetizers.

"Wow," Celes took off her jacket and hung it over the back of her chair, leaving only her gray turtleneck to accentuate the lovely curves of her upper body. "Your sister wasn't kidding."

"She rarely does." Phoebe said dryly trying not to stare as the Bajoran released her hair, fluffing it with her fingers as she sighed in satisfaction.

"You have no idea how good that feels after having it up all day."

"I can imagine though."

Celes blushed lightly and Phoebe realized her comment had been taken exactly as she intended. "So how is your artwork for the show coming along?"

"It's going well. I think I have a good grasp on the focal piece and the four others are forming nicely. They're based on stellar phenomena from the Delta Quadrant, with my own flavor added in of course."

"Of course." Celes offered her a sweet smile and Phoebe felt a spark of electricity travel from the roots of her hair down to her toes.

What the hell was it about this woman? She was so flustered she missed the Bajoran's next question. "Excuse me?"

"I asked what the show is called."

"Oh. Duality." Phoebe mumbled something else under her breath.

"I'm sorry, I missed that."

She made a face. "Duality: Beauty in Borg Space."

Celes bit her lower lip. "I take it that was not your idea."

Phoebe sighed. "Marie, my manager, took one look at the draft for the focal, coupled it with the fact that most of my inspiration came from a quadrant that few have seen and even fewer have survived without being assimilated by the Collective, and immediately decided that it would increase public interest in the showing."

"I didn't think interest was a problem. Your last showing went so well…"

"Yeah, but Marie is a true businesswoman. Never take ninety nine percent when you can get one hundred."

"Ahh." Celes sipped at her white wine. "So what is the focal piece?"

"Oh no!" Phoebe smiled playfully. "You're going to have to wait for the unveiling just like everyone else."

"And when might that be?"

"Well, the private showing is at the end of the month. It might be the only time the focal piece will be available for viewing as I'm giving it to Kathryn and Seven at the bridal shower later that evening. I'm hoping they leave it in the gallery until they get back from the honeymoon, though. It would really add to the show." She took a long drink of her whiskey and soda. "Listen, I was wondering if you would like to accompany me, to my opening as well as to the bridal shower. You'll get to see the piece before Katie. That'll drive her crazy!"

"I don't know that it would be a good career move to make your sister crazy." Celes laughed. "But I would love to be your date to both. You know, I just realized I've never seen any of your work. Let me see."

The Bajoran picked up the sketchbook that was lying on the table between them and began flipping through the pages, ignoring Phoebe's protests in the process.

"They aren't that good!" The artist blurted. "I can show you some others later! Really… stop!"

Celes went still and Phoebe knew it was too late. A soft look came over the Bajoran's face as she studied the drawing before her. Shyly, she glanced up from the sketch. "It's me."

"Uhm, yeah." Phoebe ran her fingers through her hair, trying to hide the fact that her hand was shaking. "It isn't done yet. I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"I should have asked permission…"

"Phoebe, I think it's wonderful." She traced the line of her own jaw with a delicate finger, taking in the image of herself with her hair down, her head cocked slightly to one side. She smiled in delight. "You even caught the one nose ridge that's a little crooked."

"Where?" Phoebe looked from the drawing to Celes' face. "You don't have a crooked nose ridge. They're perfect."

"No, they're not. Here, feel." She took Phoebe's hand, placing her fingertips against the bridge of her nose. "See what I mean?"

"No." The artist felt like she was falling into the soft brown eyes. Without realizing what she was doing, she trailed her fingertips down her cheek and across her lips. "Perfect." She whispered.

Celes swallowed. "You drew this from memory?"

"Yes."

"Do you do that often?"

"No."

She smiled. "You gonna help me out here at all?"

Phoebe looked at her, her confusion plain on her face. "Celes, I have no idea what this is. I've… never been with a woman. I've thought about it a few times but it just never happened. I don't know what it is about you, but I think about you constantly. I sit down to draw a landscape, and I think about you, I look at a model, and I think about you, I pretend I'm listening to Marie, but I'm thinking about you. It isn't any wonder I can draw you from memory, you're all that occupies mine right now."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"No!" Phoebe assured her. "Not at all. I just… I just don't know how to process it. It's been quite a while since I've been in any relationship at all and to find myself feeling as I do about a woman…well, it's a little disconcerting."

"I can understand that." She leaned forward and covered Phoebe's hands with her own. "I had a first time once too you know."

Phoebe smiled. "Yeah? How'd that go?"

Celes dropped her gaze for a moment and then looked up at the artist through heavily lidded eyes, her mouth pouting slightly. "Let's just say… I promise to do my best to make yours better…"

Phoebe smiled up at the quarter moon, the night air pleasant on her face as she and Celes strolled leisurely back to her apartment on base. The rest of dinner had been comfortable and sweet, the conversation light, little anecdotes of their lives shared back and forth as they tried each other on for size.

That, coupled with the current comfortable silence between them, was an indication to Phoebe that they were a pretty good fit. She felt Celes shiver slightly beside her and did not hesitate to slip her arm around her shoulders, drawing the smaller woman against her side to share her body heat. When she felt an arm slip around her waist, she couldn't help but grin, thinking life was pretty damn good at that moment.

All too soon they reached Celes' door and the Bajoran stepped away, thumbing the key pad silently before turning to look into Phoebe's eyes. "I'm really glad you asked me out tonight. This way I didn't have to think up a reason to be calling at the Admiral's farm."

Phoebe laughed. "You can call me there anytime. In fact, how would you feel about coming out to the farm this weekend?" She blushed slightly when she realized how that sounded. "We have a spare room. It's just that I promised Katie that I would go with her to pick out rings and figure out the honeymoon and she always gets manic whenever she has to deal with anything involving Seven. It would be a lot more fun if I had someone to talk to while she was tearing out her hair. Besides, I'm sure Seven and Mom want you to model your dress whites for the wedding anyway."

"I'd like that."

"Good, me too."

The silence stretched out between them as they stood looking at each other. Finally, Celes stepped forward and placed her hand on Phoebe's shoulder, looking up at the taller woman with gentle expectation.

Phoebe leaned down and pressed her mouth against the Bajoran's. The kiss was soft, a lingering meeting of lips that parted to allow the tentative tasting of each others tongues.

My god…she tastes so sweet… Phoebe closed her eyes as her arms circled Celes' back, drawing her in closer. The smaller woman did not protest, instead she folded herself into the embrace, fitting her body snugly against the curves awaiting her.

When the kiss finally ended, Celes looked up at her for a long moment. "You had better go." She whispered. "I don't want to break the first promise I ever made to you."

Phoebe laughed and gave her one last quick kiss. "I'll pick you up at the transport station Saturday morning at 9 am ok? That's 09:00 hours for you military types."

"I know!" Celes swatted her gently on the arm. "Goodnight, Phoebe Janeway."

"Goodnight, Tal Celes."

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"Goddamn it you Borg bitch! Would you listen to me for once!"

Admiral Janeway's eyebrows rose as she entered engineering on the Cathain. She would recognize B'Elanna's colorful language anywhere, but she was not prepared for what she heard next.

"No, you will listen to me you Klingon Ha'DIbaH, or are your ears so full of gagh that they have begun to digest your cerebral tissue?"

"Seven! B'Elanna!" She came to stand between the two women, surprised to see smiles on both their faces. "What is going on here?"

"B'Elanna is instructing me on how to speak like a true engineer." The Borg said brightly.

"I see." Janeway scowled at the recalcitrant Klingon. "Must you do it so loudly?"

Seven looked confused. "It was my understanding that increased volume lends itself to the vehemence of the statement."

"While that is probably true on a Klingon vessel, I doubt the rest of the crew here needs to listen to you two tear into each other."

"Naw, it's good for them, Admiral." B'Elanna threw her a cheeky smile. "Keeps them on their toes if they think we're gonna start brawling any second."

"And what are you two about to start brawling over?"

"We're just having a difference of opinion on the power allocation during the Mercury Drive initialization. See, the reaction starts here, in the Mercury chamber," She patted a large cylindrical tank next to the warp core. "This is where the dilithium crystals are supercharged. The hyper-accelerated particles are then funneled through the other two warp cores creating a feedback of excessive energy which is then channeled through the deflector array creating a stable MercWarp conduit. The ablative armor has to be activated, the shields have be at maximum to reduce hull stress and the weapon systems must be offline as the Merc Drive draws power from the phaser arrays to ensure that the navigational system remains stable and reliable. If the ship were to lose nav control while at MercWarp… well, let's just say there wouldn't be enough left to fill a hypo-spray."

"So what's the disagreement?"

"I do not believe it is prudent to travel with weapons offline." Seven interjected. "The Mercury Drive will allow this vessel to traverse large expanses of space and certain areas may not always be tolerant to exploration."

"Pardon my choice of words," B'Elanna threw her hands up. "But that's irrelevant. It isn't something that we can work around. This ship has an enormous power supply but this drive takes up every ounce of it. It just isn't possible to bleed enough off to fly with weapons operational. Besides, at the speed she would be traveling, firing on an enemy would be like spitting at a car from an airplane."

The Borg looked at her blankly.

"Damn it! I really need to stop watching television with Tom." B'Elanna sighed. "It would be like shooting at a hover-car from a spaceship. She'd be long gone before we ever locked on target!"

"Then we must build a better targeting system." Seven responded calmly.

"Augh! Is your translator broken? Can you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth you bionic blonde bimbo?"

"I understand your words perfectly, it is the lack of intellect behind them that concerns me you ridiculously ridged rectilian vulture." Seven punctuated each of her words by tapping B'Elanna on the forehead, causing the Klingon's face to flush bright red.

"All right, that's enough!" Janeway stepped between the two before a brawl really could start. "It would seem that we need to compromise here."

"Admiral, there isn't any way to compromise." B'Elanna took several deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself. "There just isn't enough power available."

"I understand that, but what if we built in a failsafe?"

Seven looked at her. "Elaborate."

"Set the system up so that as soon as Cathain drops out of MercWarp the weapon arrays come back online automatically. As B'Elanna has stated, there's no need for them when the drive is activated so this would solve the problem."

"Hu'tegh." Seven mumbled thoughtfully.

B'Elanna grinned. "Indeed."

Janeway patted Seven on the arm. "All right, I'll leave you two to your work. Try not to permanently damage each other, ok? It looks bad on the official reports."

She glanced back on her way out of engineering to see the two of them with their heads already bent over their workstation, talking together as though the exchange had never happened.

Three years ago nothing would have convinced her that the two would ever be able to share a friendship. Of course, three years ago, nothing could have ever convinced her that she would eventually become engaged to Seven either.

Laughing at the way life turned out sometimes, she headed back to the bridge to check on the rest of the work crews.

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Phoebe eased quietly through the front door, pushing it softly shut behind her. She hung her coat on its peg and moved silently towards the stairs.

"Don't think you're going to get off that easily."

The voice came out of the darkness, pulling a startled gasp from her as she turned to see her sister and Seven sitting next to the dying fire in the living room. "Jesus! You scared the crap out of me!" She complained. "What are you doing? Waiting up for me?"

Kathryn grinned. "You don't think I'd let you go to bed without finding out how your big date went did you?"

Phoebe sighed. "I guess that would be too much to ask for."

"Tal Celes is a good person, Phoebe." Seven said gently. "State your intentions towards her."

"And what if I honestly don't know what my intentions are?" She slumped onto the sofa next to them.

"You must have some idea how you feel about her." Kathryn pressed. "You braved the halls of Starfleet Headquarters to ask her out after all. You don't even go there to see me."

"I don't know what it is." Phoebe's face took on a dreamlike quality. "There's just something about her. She has these incredible eyes, a wonderful smile, a beautiful voice…"

"Not to mention all four of those nose ridges." Kathryn winked at her little sister, making her blush bright red.

Seven looked at the two women in confusion. "Is there a correlation between the number of nose ridges and sexual satisfaction?"

"Jeez, you guys have sex on the brain!"

"Like you don't…." The admiral looked at her pointedly.

Phoebe shrugged. "Ok, maybe I do. But I really like her. She has this incredibly playful side and a very dry sense of humor when you get past her shyness."

"Sounds like you're a little bit smitten." Kathryn squeezed her arm. "There's nothing wrong with that you know."

"Did you tell yourself that? When you knew you were falling for Seven?"

The Admiral flushed, looking back and forth between the two women who were now watching her intently. "That was a different situation."

"Maybe the location was different, and the circumstances, but attraction is attraction, no matter where it happens. How did you come to terms with it?"

"Obviously she did not." Seven raised one eyebrow. "Not until I forced the issue."

"You?" Kathryn smirked. "I believe I was the first one to show up wearing lingerie."

"Perhaps, however it was I that first broached the subject of things not said between us." Her smile was wicked and all for the Admiral. "And my nightgown was much more revealing."

"For which I will always be eternally grateful." Kathryn looked at the Borg adoringly before bestowing a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Hello?" Phoebe waved at them. "Discussing me here, remember?"

"Right." Kathryn took a deep breath, refocusing on her sister. "So it's obvious that you like her, what's the problem?"

"What isn't?" Phoebe ran her fingers through her hair. "She's female, for one. She's a different race, for another. At least you were both human. How am I even supposed to know how to…"

"Research."

Both of the Janeway women turned to look at Seven.

The Borg lifted her chin. "I had no prior knowledge as to how to please your sister. I have found that researching a situation can often curtail any problems before they may arise."

"So I'm supposed to look up the mating habits of female Bajorans?" Phoebe blushed bright red. "Oh dear lord, just kill me now."

Kathryn placed an arm around her sister in support. "Look, Pheebs, research may teach you everything you need to know about how to please Celes; but whether or not you can love her… that's something you're going to have to figure out all on your own."

"She's coming out to the farm this weekend."

The Admiral's eyes widened. "Then I suggest you figure it out fast." She patted her on the arm. "The best advice I can give you is to really look at all the reasons you have for not getting involved with her. If they outweigh how she makes you feel when you're with her, then you have your answer. If they don't…" She looked over at Seven lovingly. "Then stop making things hard for yourself. The heart knows. I'm not sure how, but it always knows. Goodnight."

Phoebe watched them as they walked up the stairs, their arms wrapped lovingly around each other. When they were near the landing, she heard Kathryn whisper, "So tell me more about this research…"

Groaning loudly, she closed the damper on the fireplace and dragged herself to bed.