For the anonymous Tumblr prompt, "I can't figure you out."
A Small, Good Thing
"I can't figure you out," B'Elanna says, the fourth time she finds Seven working in Engineering. Half the department is out sick and B'Elanna's exhausted, overworked without relief.
Seven lacks the vocabulary to describe the ache she feels when B'Elanna leans wearily against a console, eyes ringed with dark smudges. She shifts uncomfortably. Admits, "I am attempting to lessen your burden."
"You're… here for me?"
Seven glances over her shoulder, and nods.
For once, B'Elanna doesn't know what to say. But from the way she looks at Seven, new and warm and considering, Seven thinks that, for once, she understands.