Fallen Star
Disclaimers: Voyager and Xena belong to Paramount and Universal respectively. I'm not making money out of this - just having some fun with the characterrs. This story contains love between women so if that offends you or it's illegal where you live, go read something else (or move). There's also angst and some violence.
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SPOILER WARNING: You might want to skip this if you haven’t seen the Xena finale.
I’m dedicating this one to Jean for being the best beta reader – couldn’t have done this without you, thanks. :) I'd also like to thank Sonja for the ever so pretty graphic.
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Part 3
Xena and I had been on our way to Athens when we met B'Elanna and Seven, but when Xena learnt of Seven's predicament we were reluctant to continue on our journey. They had decided to stay near the destroyed flyer incase Voyager somehow came looking for them, and we offered to stay nearby in case they needed assistance in anything. They declined the offer, however, so we continued on our way to Athens, planning to return as soon as possible.
Seven yawned and stretched languorously. She lay on a large, flat, sunbaked rock by the riverside, napping as B'Elanna tried unsuccessfully to catch a fish with her hands as they had seen Xena do. She propped herself up with one elbow, in time to see B'Elanna plunge her arms into the water in an another attempt to grab their lunch, drenching herself in the process. She couldn't help but smile. B'Elanna sensed her presence and looked up. Their eyes met, and Seven felt the smile on her face grow.
"What are you smirking at, borg?" B'Elanna mock-scowled at her.
"Your inefficient methods of catching fish."
"Inefficient eh? I'd like to see you do some of the work around here Ms. I'm-to-cool-for-my-biosuit."
"Very well, I will comply." And with that Seven dived off the rock, smacking into B'Elanna and bowling them both over. When they resurfaced, spluttering, Seven held a large trout in her hands, a triumphant grin on her face.
"How'd you do that?" demanded B'Elanna, grumbling, "I've been trying for the last half hour and you get one as soon as you jump in the water."
"I have many skills." Purred Seven, in imitation of Xena. B'Elanna burst out laughing at the inaccurate portrayal of the warrior princess. They had both seen Gabrielle roll her eyes the first time Xena had said it, finally understanding that gesture when Xena repeated it for the third time five hours later.
"If you will come here I'll teach you how to do it." Seven offered B'Elanna, then released the first fish.
"Hey, what did you do that for? I'm hungry." The half Klingon almost pouted.
Seven laughed at the pitiful expression on B'Elanna's face, "Don't worry, we'll catch many more before the day is over."
B'Elanna was amazed at the way Seven had opened up, laughing and smiling like any young woman. Only the metallic implants that adorned her fair face gave any clue to her Borg history.
She felt Seven's hand take hold of her wrist, the mixed feeling of the warmth and the cool metal of Seven's hand sent a tingly sensation through B'Elanna. Guiding B'Elanna's hands underwater they waited for their first victim.
"Be very quiet Lanna," whispered Seven, "Do not move or you will miss the water's rhythm..."
B'Elanna looked a bit started, "You called me Lanna."
Seven was standing behind her, arms encircling her waist so that she could guide B'Elanna's hands. She could feel the half Klingon's warm body pressing into hers, could smell the scent of B'Elanna's hair... she felt intoxicated.
"May I call you that, B'Elanna?"
"Yes... I like it when you say it."
"Acceptable." Seven smiled. "Now hush."
Silence descended as they waited quietly for their lunch to show up. Soon, B'Elanna felt something brush past her legs. Her eyes widened and Seven, who felt her tense up, whispered encouragement "Shh, relax... wait for it to swim into your hands." It wasn't long before B'Elanna felt a similar brush against her hands and suddenly seized the unsuspecting prey, lifting it out of the water in triumph. It squirmed and wriggled, splashing water on the women who giggled like schoolgirls, shrieking as the cool water drenched them. In this manner, they proceeded to catch many more. At the end of their fishing session, Seven didn't feel like a former borg drone very much, nor did B'Elanna feel like a Klingon warrior.
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Captain Janeway was in her readyroom, sipping her coffee when Chakotay walked in, a distressed look on his face.
"What is it?" She said, immediately putting down her mug.
"Captain... it may be too early to be certain but..." He paused, unsure how to break the terrible news to Kathryn.
"Spit it out." Snapped Janeway. She hated being interrupted at this time of the morning - she was only into her second mug, it was much too early to be hit with bad news.
"Ensign Kim has detected signs of a collapsed wormhole in the vicinity. There are also signs that it collapsed while someone was traveling through it... We think it might be B'Elanna and Seven - they've disappeared."
Janeway felt a migraine coming on. "Are you absolutely certain it was them?"
"Captain, if they were caught inside it, it's highly unlikely that they survived... There isn't a debris field large enough to be them, but they could very well have traveled to the other side before..." he trailed off, seeing the expression on Janeway's face.
"Keep searching for them Commander."
"Kathryn, it had a 20% chance of failing... and our sensors have picked up all the signs of an extremely unstable..."
"Keep searching, Commander." Repeated Janeway icily.
Chakotay sighed. "Aye Captain." He left the ready room, doors hissing shut quietly behind him. He prayed that Janeway was right, that B'Elanna and Seven had somehow survived, but he held little true hope in his heart.
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It was now the fifth day they'd been stranded, Seven and B'Elanna had just finished constructing a small hut. Seven stepped back from their new shelter, eyeing it in the fading light with satisfaction.
"Acceptable."
After their little fishing expedition the day before, the two women returned to the Delta Flyer and salvaged what they could, including some ration bars and a few tools. They then spent the next day constructing a hut, which was 4 by 5 meters long and just high enough for Seven to stand up in. It still needed some work, but for now, it was adequate. There were two windows that could be closed to keep the warmth in as well as a door that could be bolted from the inside. Logs were strategically placed for use as chairs, and they'd moved the few possessions they had into the shelter. Their sleeping furs were arranged carefully near a small fire that was burning below a crude chimney, and a small pile of firewood lay in the corner. All in all, it looked very snug.
B'Elanna opened the door. "After you." She flashed a smile at Seven.
Seven stepped in, looking around and feeling pleased at their handiwork. B'Elanna entered too and closed the door behind her; she turned just in time to see Seven crumple. She rushed to Seven's side.
"Lanna, I'm okay." Seven struggled to stand up.
"Are you sure?" B'Elanna said, eyes filled with worry. "Is it... is it because you aren't regenerating?"
"Perhaps, but I assure you B'Elanna, I am fine. My legs just gave way suddenly, that's all." Seven stood, although she did not pull away. Her voice softened seeing how distressed the other woman was "Thank you for caring."
"I don't want you to work too hard in the future. You need to conserve your energy." B'Elanna said as she hugged Seven close. Her twin hearts beating rapidly from the fright she'd had and from being pressed close to the beautiful woman she was beginning to fall in love with. "Please, Seven."
Seven was about to argue, but found she could not resist B'Elanna's plea. "I will comply." She relented. "But I will continue to fish." She added, not about to give up her newfound hobby.
"Of course." Grinned B'Elanna, and then seeing the other woman yawn, she said, "Lets get some rest now. I don't want to tire you out any more."
They settled down by the fire, side by side. B'Elanna was tempted to wrap her arms around the borg but didn't want move too quickly so she just whispered "G'night."
To her surprise, Seven snuggled closer and whispered "G'night Lanna, sweet 'dreams'" into her ear.
"Do you ever have dreams Seven?"
"No."
"Even now that you're not regenerating?"
"No, I would like to experience one." Seven replied, "What are dreams like, B'Elanna?"
"Well ...to me, it's always been like a story unfolding inside my head, and I never know how it's going to end." B'Elanna explained. She turned to look at Seven, the borg's pale skin set aglow by the firelight, dancing flames reflected in her eyes. B'Elanna felt her breath catch. "Would you like me to tell you one of my dreams?" she asked Seven, trying to push the amorous thoughts from her head.
"Yes," said Seven, "That would be very acceptable."
B'Elanna lay back onto the fur. "When I was a little girl," B'Elanna began, a faraway look on her face as she brought up the memories of her past, "the other children weren't allowed to play with me... so I'd make believe of living in a magical kingdom far away. After a while, I began dreaming it in my sleep. And in these dreams, I would be a knight, or a warrior... kind of like Xena." She grinned at Seven. "Sometimes, a fair maid would appear, you know, a damsel in distress and I'd rescue her from some terrible fate. She had long blonde hair and the softest, fairest skin you ever saw." She smiled in fond remembrance. "And in the dreams, she would sing for me... sometimes I would wake up with the sound of her voice and a sweet haunting melody in my head." B'Elanna sighed, "The last dream I had of her didn't end like the others... she was clinging onto a ledge, about to fall into a dark chasm. I reached out and grasped her hand, but I couldn't hold on and her fingers began to slip away... I never dreamed of her again after that." B'Elanna looked over to Seven whose eyes were closed and was breathing deeply, she'd fallen asleep. B'Elanna's heart filled with affection for the young woman, leaning over, she kissed Seven gently on the forehead. "Sleep well, BangwI."
"Am I your beloved?" B'Elanna suddenly found herself looking into two blue orbs that were staring intently into hers, scanning her face in wonder. Seven's arms had captured her as she was about to pull away and now she was held partly on top of Seven, her head just inches away from Seven's.
"Yes." B'Elanna replied, finally finding her voice. "Always... if you wish it."
"I do."
"You do?" B'Elanna's smile lit up her whole face.
Seven simply nodded, unable to speak for the elation that was coursing through her.
Their lips met briefly, a fleeting gentle touch, which quickly became a hungry, searing kiss. Seven could hear B'Elanna growl softly as she slipped a tongue into her mouth. B'Elanna lips were soft and sweet, and tasting them was unlike anything Seven had ever experienced. She moaned into B'Elanna's mouth, kissing with a fierce yet gentle passion.
"I... I think love you, B'Elanna." She whispered.
A joyful smile spread across the half Klingon's face, "And I love you, my sweet, beautiful Seven of Nine."
Seven leaned down for another kiss and B'Elanna responded fervently, moaning as Seven's leg maneuvered itself between her thighs, pressing gently into her throbbing centre. Their lips were locked in a long passionate kiss, releasing the fiery emotions that both women had pent up for so long.
"Are you ready for this Seven?" B'Elanna touched her face gently.
"Yes." Seven replied breathlessly, "Extremely ready." She flipped B'Elanna over so she was on top, straddling the other woman's waist. "I wish to engage in non-reproductive copulation with you." She said, somehow making all the Borg vocabulary sound incredibly sexy.
"Are you sure? I don't want to be rush- Mmm oh that feels good. Yeah... Oh sweet Kahl-mmmmphh."
"Less talking." The borg commanded, then kissed her again, finding that it was an efficient way to shut her up. Seven's hands began to roam, kneading B'Elanna's breasts through the thin material of her singlet, causing her nipples to strain against it. She removed the item of clothing, then bent down, her tongue flicking gently over each taut nipple. B'Elanna arched her back, whimpering as she felt Seven's warm, wet mouth cover her breast, sucking gently while the other breast was being caressed. As Seven lavished attention on her breasts, B'Elanna's hands were free to explore her lover's body. She reached behind Seven's neck and unzipped the biosuit, pulling it mostly off Seven in one fluid motion.
"I need to see you, Seven." She whispered in her lovers' ear, nibbling an earlobe.
Seven paused only long enough to step out of the biosuit before pouncing on B'Elanna again.
"Whoa tiger," B'Elanna gasped, unable to laugh with Seven touching her like that. "I'm the Klingon here." She growled before nipping at Seven's collarbone and nibbling at the soft skin of her neck. B'Elanna sucked harder, as she felt Seven's hand stroke her thigh, inching upwards towards her moist opening. She heard Seven gasping out her name and whimpered as long fingers stroked her before entering her deftly, making B'Elanna cry out with pleasure. At the same time, her lips captured Sevens' again while her fingers dipped into Seven's silky soft entrance, her fingers brushing gently against the small nub as she filled the other woman completely. Their heated bodies moved together as one, in perfect rhythm as B'Elanna sunk her teeth into Seven's cheek, and then Seven into hers. The lovers screamed their release simultaneously - and for a single, brief moment both women felt as if they were suspended in eternity.