Summary:
Seven goes hunting...
Notes:
A very quick hit for the Borgtober prompt-a-thon.
A big thanks to MaeShenanigans, cmstaylor and LRB for their sharp beta eyes. :)
The Gift
By P. Rhapsody O'Brien
Seven stalked the corridors of the starship Voyager, slinking into the shadows whenever her Borg enhanced hearing picked up the footfalls of another crewmember. Readying her phaser, she waited until the crewmember passed before resuming her hunt. I am Borg. I will not fail.
After searching every nook and cranny of the allotted deck section, she crouched before triggering the doors to Cargo Bay Two. When they swished open, she immediately tucked and rolled, pressing her back against the bulkhead as she surveyed the cavernous room.
Eerie shadows danced on the floor, cast by the flickering green glow of her alcove. Her eyes scanned to and fro as she slid silently along the wall, phaser at the ready.
Whipping her head to the right, she closed her eyes, listening to the darkness. Following the faint sound of breathing, her lips curled into a feral grin as she slowly raised her phaser and fired.
Captain Kathryn Janeway jumped up from her hiding spot, rubbing her arm at the point of impact. "Well done. You can come out now," the Captain grinned.
Seven pushed herself to her feet and sauntered over to her Captain, stepping well within the older woman's space. Reaching out, she traced a finger through the red paint splattered all over the captain's bicep. "I have finally captured you, Captain."
Kathryn smiled. "Indeed you have, Seven. You can wipe that smirk off your face now."
"Borg do not smirk." When Kathryn laughed, Seven's knees nearly buckled.
"The Borg may not smirk, but you certainly do, darling. I have to admit, adding Paintball to the list of Halloween activities has been interesting, to say the least. Remind me to thank Paris for the suggestion."
Seven glanced down at her modified phaser and then leaned in, placing a feather-light kiss on her Captain's lips, before looking deeply into Kathryn's eyes. "Thank Tom Paris for the suggestion."
Tracing another path through the paint splatter, Seven's mood turned serious. "When I first arrived on Voyager, I was a stranger. A Borg. You have given me the gift of humanity." Looking down, she smeared the red paint between her fingers and then looked back up at her Captain. "The child you spoke of back then. The girl. Her favorite color was red."
~finis
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