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“Then, this morning,” B’Elanna continued on, ignoring the men as they rose to head to the replicators, “Tom had a rotation in Sick Bay, and, Seven, I think you need to know what happened last night with the captain.” Something inside the blonde went very still. She couldn’t place it, couldn’t describe it with words or pictures, but she knew it signified an alertness she only experienced when she knew Captain Janeway was in danger. Her body stilled, eyes focused on the engineer, and, for a moment in time, she stopped breathing. Nothing was more important than whatever information was about to be revealed.

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...she frowned, a scowl sinking into her usually cool expression, “I don’t understand how those things justify an assumption of romantic interest.” “I see.” He hated that Talaxian. He really did, the annoying little hedgehog. “I think, perhaps, what he’s referencing is something many on board the ship interpret as more intensive than what they assume would be for a mentor/protégé relationship such as what you and the captain have.” He held a hand up to stop her questions...

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She never forgave them for making that choice for her, and she never forgave herself for not being able to find a way to save them. If she’d been a better office, if she’d been quicker, smarter, more attentive to her duties, more attentive to the conditions on the planet, more aware, if she’d been more, maybe Justin and her father would still be alive. She had to be more because the idea of losing another person on her watch when she could’ve possibly saved them was something she would never be able to live through again. It had broken her. If not for Mark and her sister, she would still be broken. With shaking fingers, she tapped her remaining pip, lost in thought.

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He enjoyed watching a lively debate, especially between those two. The captain’s eyes always seemed to flash with vigor and excitement whenever she had discussions like that with Seven, and it was the only time he ever saw Seven so fully engaged in something that she stopped noticing anything else around her. He’d learned that the hard way when he accidentally startled her by refilling Captain Janeway’s coffee cup one time when they were debating. Confidentially, he thought he was going to lose an arm, she was so startled. He really thought she’d seen him, but he has since learned when to say something before stepping within Seven’s expansive reach.

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He truly saw it whenever Seven was in the same room with Captain Janeway. There was a quiet knowledge amongst the crew that the two women were connected. The crew stood in the metaphorical shadows and observed closely trying to figure out what that connection was. Was it good? Was it healthy? Was it bad? Was it obsessive? It was hard to tell. They all recognized it was more than mentor/protégé. It was nothing like a mother/daughter relationship, yet it was sometimes only slightly less than arch nemeses. Their whole relationship, in at least the public eye, was a paradox of softness and sympathy juxtaposed with anger and antagonism, but, at the base of their interactions were always the two of them circling each other as if they were the center of a binary star system in which they never actually left each other, never really disconnected, yet never really came together nor drifted apart, and the crew was left as fragments of cosmic dust and clutter to orbit their gravitational forces until they either fell into each other and exploded or died out as diametrically opposed bodies.

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