by RebelGirl
Summary:- Angst without plot set in a turbolift – need I say more?
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Disclaimer:- Yes we all know they belong to Paramount blah blah blah and
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The story is T/7. Rating PG13.
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Torres groaned as she regained consciousness. What the hell had gone wrong
this time?
“Lt are you damaged?” she heard a familiar voice and remembered that she was
in a turbo lift with Seven.
She had to cough several times before she found her voice. “I don´t think
so. Any idea what happened?” She tried to sit up gingerly but pain lanced
through her head so she thought better of it.
Seven covered the short distance that separated them in an instant. “You are
damaged”, she stated and ran her fingers through the back of Torres´ head until
she found a sizeable lump. Torres hissed as she examined it.
“It´s just a bump Seven, I´ll be OK”, but she used the opportunity of
Seven´s closeness to clamber up into a sitting position.
Seven was reluctant to increase the distance between them though she felt
uncomfortable at the intimacy of their positions. She looked at Torres who was
leaning into her for support apparently unaware of the affect she was having on
the young ex-drone. Seven could feel her own pulse quicken and her temperature
rise as she relished the sensation of the Chief Engineer´s toned, compact body
nestling into her for support.
Seven had to swallow repeatedly before she could continue communicating.
“The turbo lift has malfunctioned Lt. We have fallen approximately ten decks
before the safeties activated but the sudden deceleration caused you to fall
and strike your head. The turbo lift seems to be jammed between decks and there
is no power to move it. I have informed the Captain of our predicament and was
informed that an engineering team is working to solve the problem but they
estimate us to be static for at least two hours.”
“You gonna draw breath at some point?” Torres asked.
“I take it you are being facetious Lt. I was merely informing you of our
current status”. Seven bristled exactly as Torres knew she would.
“Calm down Seven, I was just trying to lighten the mood – I just hate the
feeling of helplessness”. Seven noticed that the half-Klingon was still quite
drowsy.
“Are you sure you are functioning correctly Lt?”
“I just have a headache, that´s all”, Torres mumbled as she slumped into
unconsciousness in Seven´s arms.
Seven felt alarm course through her body. “You are not the only one feeling
helpless, B´Elanna”, she muttered angrily as she gently laid Torres onto the
floor. Torres was definitely injured far more seriously than they had both
first suspected but Seven had no means of finding out the extent of her
injuries and even if she did, she had no way to help her.
She clenched her hands in frustration and paced what was left of the free
space in the turbo lift. She slapped her comm. Badge. “Seven of Nine to the
Bridge. Lt Torres has lost consciousness again. She requires immediate medical
treatment. Emergency site to site transport to sickbay is needed.”
She heard the frustration and concern in Janeway´s voice as she responded.
“I wish I could Seven but we are working on emergency power here only. All
transporters are off line. We know the situation, Seven. You just have to be
patient. We´ll get to you as quickly as we can”.
“I understand Captain. Please hurry”. Janeway´s eyebrows shot up in surprise
as she heard Seven.
“We´re working on it Seven. Janeway out”.
Realising that she was still pacing and that it wasn´t helping, Seven of
Nine found a corner of the turbo lift and sat down in it, hugging her knees in
tight. From her position, she stared at her recumbent companion and examined
her features closely, something she had done furtively for many months now. She
sighed loudly. She could never tell Lt Torres of her feelings – the Chief
Engineer had already made her feelings abundantly clear. Her throat tightened
but she did nothing to stop the flow of tears fall.
Torres woke for a second time on the turbo lift floor. The sharp pain in her
head had been replaced with an annoying buzzing. She shook her head to try and
clear it. “Big mistake, Torres” she muttered to herself as the room span again.
A stifled sniff caught her attention and she looked up into the tear-ravaged
face of Seven of Nine.
“Kahless, Seven what´s up?” She pulled herself across the floor to reach
her, knowing that standing would be another big mistake.
As soon as she spoke she saw the ex-drone place a mask of neutrality on her
face. “I, er… there is nothing wrong B´Elanna, I seem to have developed a
malfunction and am leaking”.
“Cut the bullshit Seven, what´s going on?” The words were harsh and B´Elanna
laid her hand on top of Seven´s Borg enhanced one to soften the impact. Seven
withdrew as if a leaking EPS conduit had burnt her. Torres frowned but remained
where she was, looking enquiringly at Seven.
It seemed like eons but after a few agonising moments Seven drew breath and
calmed herself. The Lt already hated her. By declaring her love it would make
no difference to her attitude. If anything, she would avoid her, which would be
less painful than spending time with her, knowing her love was unrequited.
Seven looked at Lt Torres directly and let her emotions and feelings pour
out in just four words.
“I love you, B´Elanna”.
Torres stared at Seven whilst trying to comprehend the mass of emotions
sweeping through her. She slumped into the turbo lift wall and shut her eyes.
This was not the reaction Seven had been expecting. Anger or rejection
maybe. She had even retained a glimmer of hope that B´Elanna would return the
words but to do nothing?
“I have embarrassed you, Lt. I will not bring up the subject again. Rest
assured that this will not affect our working relation..”
“Shut up Seven” Torres said softly. The tall blonde looked at Torres,
confused at the conflict of words and tone.
“I´ve been such an idiot”, Torres said almost to herself. She looked deeply
into Seven´s eyes appreciating for the first time how beautiful they truly
were. She gently raised her hand and traced the outline of Seven´s face,
brushing her fingertips gently over the ocular implant.
Her touch felt like electricity to Seven as desire ran through her body.
Deep inside she was throbbing with excitement as she allowed B´Elanna to
continue her examination, leaning into the touch until their faces were barely
apart.
B´Elanna revelled in the scent of her soon to be lover. She paused
tantalisingly before closing the final distance between their lips and kissed
Seven gently, undemandingly. Seven could feel her temperature rising and felt
like she was losing all sense of reason. The only thing she wanted to do was
get as close to B´Elanna as possible. Instinctively her hands snaked round
B´Elanna´s head, fingers stroking the smooth soft hair whilst pressing her lips
further into the half Klingon. She licked B´Elanna´s lips with her tongue, felt
her open her mouth and deepened the kiss passionately. B´Elanna´s hands were
running up and down the back of Seven in exploration but were drawn to the firm
breasts. She brushed her fingertips over the nipples feeling them react through
the skin tight material and hearing Seven moan with desire. B´Elanna smiled and
drew back, breaking away from the kiss much to Seven´s disbelief.
“Lt have I done something wrong?”
“It´s Lanna, and no, you´ve done everything right so far”, she smiled
wolfishly. “However, this is your first time right?” Seven frowned.
“You mean the first time I have copulated? Yes.”
“We´re gonna have to work on that vocabulary Seven. This is the first time
you´re making love, my darling. I want our first time to be unhurried in the
privacy of our bedroom where I can love you all night without fear of
interruption” B´Elanna smiled wickedly. “Besides, I have a headache”.
Seven sat up concerned. “Lt I mean Lanna, are your injuries worsening?”
“I don´t think so darling, I just want the Doctor to sort me out so that
there are no distractions tonight.”
“Tonight?”
“Yes, dinner at mine for 20:00 Hours. And bring your toothbrush”. The
comment brought a beatific smile from Seven but any comment she was about to
make was interrupted by the comm. Link.
“Captain to Seven of Nine, the transporters are back on line. Prepare for
transport.
The two women were smiling at each other as the transporter beam plucked
them from the turbo lift.
The End.