The BLTS Archive - Now Resigned by Sereph (lmrsat@hotmail.com) --- Hello all, this is that little follow-up for Resignation that was requested. It's just the little scene that was floating around in my head, its not much so don't get your hopes up. See Resignation for Disclaimer, I take no credit for this here story. I blame it all on my hands and muse, nasty things that they are! Ok fine... Disclaimer: I don't own the property of whoever owns it... What this means is if the writers had been even slightly realistic then this would never have happened and you wouldn't need to chase after us with your lawyers. Then again, even if STV was written well, I am sure we still would have ended up writing fanfiction. So based on that I can safely say that we are all screwed... Please ignore that above bit of babble, I just can't help myself. Note: To those who wondering what those 2 pads I had Janeway sign in Resignation were, well, number 1 contained the resignation, the other had the quarters transfer. I didn't put that in the story cause it didn't fit, but I wanted that cleared up. On with the show. --- Captain Katherine Janeway tentatively approached the door to her old quarters. Biting her lip she pondered how she should deal with this situation. She could have officially transferred Seven and B'Elanna back to their respective quarters but she didn't want to have to go through public channels. Things were bad enough as they were, what with five or six people walking in on her while sleeping on a cot in Cargobay 2. Any more stalling and it would look like she had no spine. However, the whole problem was that she didn't have one. She, Captain Janeway, who had stared down the Borg Queen, lost her nerve at the suspiciously blunt logic of the Queen's protégé. Every time she approached the door to her old quarters she heard soft cries and moaning that made her blush a deep red and sent her scurrying on her way. For pity's sake, how long could those two go at it anyway? Then, as she drew near, she felt elation at not hearing anything to suggest the couple was in the throes of passion. Janeway knocked on the door, as it did not seem to register her presence, and half a second later had it hiss open to reveal a determined blond. Opening a door reveals that which is behind it and there could not have been a better way to describe the door opening as not only did it reveal Seven of Nine, but what Seven was wearing was also very revealing. Seven had her eyebrow raised in a silent question condescendingly directed downward at the flabbergasted Captain. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders, framing her face like a stern angel. The only garment Seven was wearing was a mostly transparent silk robe that went to her knees, with certain areas darkened to tantalize rather than outright display. And of course, only Seven could have pulled off wearing it with a rigidly military posture while looking perfectly at ease. Janeway only had one thought running through her mind that quickly derailed all her previous plans. 'Don't look down. Must not look down, up, look into eyes. UP for pity's sake! Up, as in eyes, damn! Chest at eye level, still wearing heels. Shit! Tongue not working' "Gah. . . " "Captain Janeway, please state your intent quickly. B'Elanna will recover shortly." "Um, right. I came here, yes. I came to talk to you, yes. About transferring to Cargoboob 2. Ah! I meant Cargobay 2." She almost sounded desperate there. Seven raised her eyebrow even further. Despite her voiced concern, the Captain was still having speech problems. "We must finish this conversation later. I just replicated a bottle of strawberry syrup and B'Elanna will regain consciousness in approximately forty-six seconds." Janeway struggled to put her mind back on track, "Yes, we need to talk about syrup. I mean strawberries! Quarters!" Seven was feeling bewildered at the sudden turn of conversation. "No, Captain, I use whole strawberries, not quarters. A whole strawberry is adequate in size for B'Elanna." Janeway felt her face turn red, "Um. . . No, change quarters. As in moving." "No, B'Elanna orgasms quite well without needing excessive movement. I just reached the twelfth orgasm and based on current performance I anticipate no difficulties with continuing." Seven tilted her head, "She responds particularly well to random stimuli. I intend to pour strawberry syrup in twenty milliliter allotments on each of her mammary glands. I calculate by the time I finish removing the syrup she will be sufficiently stimulated to proceed with oral clitoral manipulation." At that moment a low moan was heard from the bedroom, its occupant obviously not completely in control of her senses. "Oh ffffuuuccckk! Mmhph." A loud thump was heard. "Kahless, SSSEEVEEN!! I can't get up, can't move legs." Then a louder wail rang out. "HELP! Someone. Preferably naked." Janeway started having breathing problems, a precursor to hyperventilation. "B. . . B. . . B'Elanna. . . B'Elanna blacked out. You save B'Elanna, go, hurry. I have meetings, yes, important. Very important!" Janeway was waving her hands wildly for emphasis. Seven only nodded and in one fluid motion opened the bottle of syrup and headed straight for the bedroom as the door hissed shut and locked. Right before the door closed, Janeway got a good glimpse of the back of the robe, apparently missing a large patch of material on the lower back half. Must have been a replicator malfunction. Janeway turned to run before Seven returned and promptly fell flat on her face, her feet each wanting to go their separate ways. It was much safer to stay far away from Seven; she would kick Chakotay out of his quarters. They were almost as big as the Captain's quarters and if Chakotay couldn't make it to the bridge in time for a firefight. . . well, it was no big loss. Yes, Seven was dangerous. Should have stuffed her in an airlock and danced the horizontal folk dance; now the Borg would fry the brain cells of all in her path. Yes, very dangerous. Just then a loud, "KKKAAHHLLLEESSSS!!!!!!" chased Janeway down the corridor at full retreat. --- The End