A Janeway/7 ficlet
Concerning Flight
Fewthistle
Star Trek Voyager
Kathryn/Seven
Words: 169
Disclaimer: Never mine. Very little is, I’m afraid.
A/N: Supposes an established relationship. Been having trouble writing of late, so I’ve returned to my first love, Kathryn Janeway. It’s a meager offering, but there you have it. Unbeta'd, so all mistakes are mine.
Kathryn watched, mind and body numb, as Seven placed the last of her meager belongings in the duffel bag that sat on the bed, its presence there obscene and final. Neither of them had spoken for some time; the shouts and recriminations of but an hour before had been barely a murmur compared to the harsh rasp of the zipper on Seven’s bag and the punctured exhales of Kathryn’s breathing.
Finally, Seven looked at her, one mesh-covered hand clasping the handle of the bag. “I can’t be what you need me to be,” she said quietly.
“No. No, you can’t be what you think I need. There’s a difference,” Kathryn replied, the words brittle and sharp.
Seven’s eyes slid closed for an instant as she drew a deep breath. “Not really. Either way, I will eventually make you miserable and you will leave. It’s better this way. Better for both of us. You’ll see.”
Only when the door had closed silently and Kathryn was alone did she whisper, “Liar.”