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Rated T to M

POV Janeway

Misplaced Four:

In The Shadows

Dim green light echoed off the dark walls as I open my eyes. I blink away the fog, trying to see any identifying shapes, but the darkness shrouds my vision. My only point of focus is the low green light, flashing in a familiar pattern.

The room is warm, and I start to sweat underneath my uniform jacket. My hands move forward to unzip the fabric, but they are restricted. I am captured and bound. Seven warned me of the Queen's skills, but I paid her warnings no heed. Perhaps I should have. I'm not sure where I am at, but I get the feeling that I have been here before.

My eyes flick down to my chest to look for my communicator, but it is gone. I have no way of contacting the ship, and they have no way of tracking my location.

"Shit," I mumble as I shake my arms, trying to estimate any extra room to slip from my binds.

There is none. The bindings are tight and unbreakable.

Each movement of my wrists is painful as the sharp metal cuts into my soft skin. I stop moving and listen for my captors. My nostrils flare as I try to waft a scent of their presence.

"Ahh Captain Janeway… We meet again," a strangely familiar feminine voice says not far away from me.

Sweat pools in my lower back, warm and sticky as I sit on the hot metal floor. The warm liquid trickles down my arms and coats the scrapings on my wrists left from my struggling against my bindings.

My eyes dart over in the direction of the voice, but no one is there. An eerie and awfully familiar shiver wracks my spine. I stand up and prepare for battle. My feet itch inside my boots and my heart begins to race.

I feel dizzy with anticipation.

"Who's there?" My voice is strong, but inside I'm shaking. I know who is there. The cloak and dagger games over the last few days suddenly makes sense. My missing mug and my argument with Seven. The fates have woven my thread and it is intertwined with this race of murderers.

I inhale deeply, accepting my fate and close my eyes. Memories of those few hours on the Borg cube crowd my brain in a rush. Blue eyes the shade of a Summer Indiana sky haunt me behind my closed eyelids. Seven.

I have disappeared from my ship. There is nothing to do now but watch and wait for the drones to come and assimilate me.

Clang-clang. Clang-clang.

I shiver with each echo as I hear the rhythmic footsteps on the metal floor. Slow and sauntering toward me, like a jungle cat about to devour her prey. And I am prey, bound here in the darkness and sequestered from my crew.

With the darkness shrouding the approaching feet, I'm unable to distinguish how many drones are approaching. My knees start to shake, following right along with the prickling of my neck hairs. My heart thuds faster within my chest.

"Did you miss me?" the eerie voice continues as if I didn't speak. "Oh, Captain. I missed you."

Anger toward my kidnappers course through me, drowning out my fear. "Did I say I missed you?"

My heart is racing as she gets closer to me. I'm too young to die of a heart attack. "Sneaky Borg"

The low light reflects off her metal exoskeleton and nearly blinds me. I close my eyes and avoid my most feared predator. The feet stop inches from me.

I dare not open my eyes and look up. I know she wants to see my fear, my anger toward her, it's what I would want if the roles were to be reversed. A warm hand clasps my chin and pulls my face up. I jerk away, but the grip holds strong.

I relent and raise my eyes.

I'm looking into the dark eyes of the Borg Queen.

"You have been missed dearly." The warm fingers stroke my cheek in a gesture meant to be affectionate, but it is anything but to me. I don't want her touch, her hand so similar in temperature and texture as Seven's.

Bile rises up my throat as I remain still and resist the urge to vomit.

"As you miss Seven of Nine I'm sure," I husk, putting a hint of confidence to my tone. My knees shake as her eyes glimmer with her victory over me. Physically I'm trapped, but this is a battle of wills, and she will not defeat me.

"Seven is mine," she shouts. "You took her and made her a human. You made her believe being an inferior being would make her feel, and make her enjoy her existence." The vehemence in her voice shakes me to my core. "You made her yours when she belongs to me."

"So you do miss her. You feel for her, don't you?" I taunt her, but still I refuse to look at her and meet her dark, hateful gaze. She wants to see how afraid of her I really am. I know her Borg systems right now are measuring my vital signs. I am not afraid. I'm not!

I'm lying to myself. I am afraid for my life and that of my crew members. To try and mask my fear, I think of Seven, of all the joyful things Seven has brought to my life aboard Voyager. I imagine her reaction to my abduction and resist the urge to smile, knowing she will find me. She is the only one I trust to battle the Borg Queen for my rescue.

My heart slows down and I breathe deeply, imagining it is Seven's scent that I am inhaling and not this she-automaton.

I open my eyes and stare into pools of black inches away from my cheek. "Why have you taken our transporter records?" My eyes remain locked on her. "What use will they be to you?" Bitch.

She laughs. "I needed them. It is not your concern why." Sweat drips down into my eyes. I blink it away and keep watching her. She taunts me with her dark eyes and her strong, titanium-filled body.

"You love her as a human would love. Don't lie your Majesty. Jealousy is a petty human emotion." I snort. "You're not human now, are you?"

The fingers caressing my cheek slide over and grip my face in a hard clasp. A gasp escapes me. "You stole from my ship. That is my concern."

"As you stole from mine. We are equal now. Seven is on your ship and now…you are on mine." She releases my face then steps back away from me. "Enjoy your accommodations, Captain. You will be here for a while."

I watch as she fades into the shadows. I listen for any movement nearby. There is none. I am alone once again. My knees clanged on the metal floor as I sank down. I hope Seven comes for me.

Warm tears coat my cheeks as I stare at the empty room.

A/N: This is a really short update but I haven't been writing much lately. O_o.

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