Fic-a-Day #28: O rly?
Title: O rly?
Author: JoeHundredaire (joehundredaire@tthfanfic.com)
Rating: R/FR18.
Pairings: Tara Maclay/Seven of Nine
Disclaimer: Someone inside Paramount owns Seven of Nine (but don't let her hear you say that) and someone who's not me (but may be Joss Whedon) owns Buffy.
Joe's Note: Couldn't figure out how to expand Anomaly (I dun want to be inside the head of Drusilla, T'Pol, OR Illyria), so I went back to Relevant. This chapter is a present for KaylaShay.
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Plunking herself down next to Tara Maclay in the mess hall, Willow Rosenberg raised an eyebrow. “So, Seven of Nine eh?”
Tara rolled her eyes. “You’d think the crew had never seen two women kiss before,” she grumbled. “I kissed her when she walked me to my duty station, Tom Paris saw and now the entire crew knows. I thought we were on a Federation starship, not back in high school.”
“We’re stuck a couple decades from home with only 140 other people for company,” Willow reminded her. “Of course the crew’s going to gossip, just because there’s nothing better to do. Although you might want to sweep your quarters for recording devices tonight.” Spearing a piece of Neelix’s Monday Mystery Meat, she eyed it warily. “So, Seven of Nine eh?”
Arching one eyebrow in an expression she’d picked up from Seven, Tara asked, “So, Celes Tal eh?”
Willow blushed. “It’s the nose,” she admitted. “I love the little ridges Tal has. They’re so cute. At least with you and Seven out, the rest of the crew finding out about her and I won’t be such a big thing.” She paused and looked over at Tara. “You don’t mind, right? I know Seven and Tal don’t get along, but are you okay with me dating her?”
“I was okay back when we made our agreement,” Tara said. “Every third incarnation, we see other people just for a change of pace. Although I have to wonder, because every third incarnation seems to land us on a ship together. But no, if I had a problem with it I would have told you. Even if we won’t be together until the next life, I still want you to be happy in this one.” Biting the end off a carrot-like vegetable that grew down in Hydroponics, Tara mulled something over. “Isn’t Tal a bit… slow on the uptake?”
Huffing, Willow grabbed her knife and began to saw away at the mystery meat. “She’s not slow, she just… doesn’t pick up new material as fast as some people.” Tara snickered and Willow slapped the blonde’s arm. “Be nice. She tries her hardest to do a good job.”
Tara smoothed her face out into an impressive imitation of Seven’s emotionless expression. “Good intentions are irrelevant,” she said. “She is incapable of performing her duties without being closely monitored to prevent catastrophic mistakes.”
“You’re hilarious,” Willow said dryly. “Really, I can’t stop laughing. I wonder what Seven sees in you…”
“She is immensely skilled with a cat ‘o ninetails,” Seven informed Willow, lowering herself into the seat next to Tara. “Which would be the same thing you find appealing about her, is it not?”
Tara blushed.
Willow blushed.
So did the thirty-seven other crewmembers in the dining hall that heard Seven’s proclamation.
In the corner, Harry Kim groaned and pressed his finger against the PADD that Tom Paris held out to him. “I can’t believe I made that bet with you.”
Tom chuckled and examined his new replicator ration balance. “I can’t believe I was right.”
Author: JoeHundredaire (joehundredaire@tthfanfic.com)
Rating: R/FR18.
Pairings: Tara Maclay/Seven of Nine
Disclaimer: Someone inside Paramount owns Seven of Nine (but don't let her hear you say that) and someone who's not me (but may be Joss Whedon) owns Buffy.
Joe's Note: Couldn't figure out how to expand Anomaly (I dun want to be inside the head of Drusilla, T'Pol, OR Illyria), so I went back to Relevant. This chapter is a present for KaylaShay.
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Plunking herself down next to Tara Maclay in the mess hall, Willow Rosenberg raised an eyebrow. “So, Seven of Nine eh?”
Tara rolled her eyes. “You’d think the crew had never seen two women kiss before,” she grumbled. “I kissed her when she walked me to my duty station, Tom Paris saw and now the entire crew knows. I thought we were on a Federation starship, not back in high school.”
“We’re stuck a couple decades from home with only 140 other people for company,” Willow reminded her. “Of course the crew’s going to gossip, just because there’s nothing better to do. Although you might want to sweep your quarters for recording devices tonight.” Spearing a piece of Neelix’s Monday Mystery Meat, she eyed it warily. “So, Seven of Nine eh?”
Arching one eyebrow in an expression she’d picked up from Seven, Tara asked, “So, Celes Tal eh?”
Willow blushed. “It’s the nose,” she admitted. “I love the little ridges Tal has. They’re so cute. At least with you and Seven out, the rest of the crew finding out about her and I won’t be such a big thing.” She paused and looked over at Tara. “You don’t mind, right? I know Seven and Tal don’t get along, but are you okay with me dating her?”
“I was okay back when we made our agreement,” Tara said. “Every third incarnation, we see other people just for a change of pace. Although I have to wonder, because every third incarnation seems to land us on a ship together. But no, if I had a problem with it I would have told you. Even if we won’t be together until the next life, I still want you to be happy in this one.” Biting the end off a carrot-like vegetable that grew down in Hydroponics, Tara mulled something over. “Isn’t Tal a bit… slow on the uptake?”
Huffing, Willow grabbed her knife and began to saw away at the mystery meat. “She’s not slow, she just… doesn’t pick up new material as fast as some people.” Tara snickered and Willow slapped the blonde’s arm. “Be nice. She tries her hardest to do a good job.”
Tara smoothed her face out into an impressive imitation of Seven’s emotionless expression. “Good intentions are irrelevant,” she said. “She is incapable of performing her duties without being closely monitored to prevent catastrophic mistakes.”
“You’re hilarious,” Willow said dryly. “Really, I can’t stop laughing. I wonder what Seven sees in you…”
“She is immensely skilled with a cat ‘o ninetails,” Seven informed Willow, lowering herself into the seat next to Tara. “Which would be the same thing you find appealing about her, is it not?”
Tara blushed.
Willow blushed.
So did the thirty-seven other crewmembers in the dining hall that heard Seven’s proclamation.
In the corner, Harry Kim groaned and pressed his finger against the PADD that Tom Paris held out to him. “I can’t believe I made that bet with you.”
Tom chuckled and examined his new replicator ration balance. “I can’t believe I was right.”