(Seven/B'Elanna)
Read Laugh With Me pt5
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by Carola “Ryûchan” Eriksson
Coming home to find Seven, still barefoot and wearing B’Elanna’s clothes, waiting for her was definitely a cause for quiet joy for B’Elanna. She regretted that she had not managed to leave work at a more reasonable hour, because there was so much B’Elanna would have liked to say or do together with Seven, but the late hour stopped her.
Seven’s duty shift was set to start in only a handful of hours, unlike B’Elanna’s own since she had corrected it slightly to give herself a few more hours of sleep after working so late, and she could not really ask Seven to delay that after having already spent a day off duty. Seven was as much a workaholic as B’Elanna herself after all.
Sharing a few warm smiles as they asked one another about how their day had gone, Seven and B’Elanna made ready for bed. The memory of Seven’s little display earlier were in all fairness never far from B’Elanna’s thoughts, and as she crawled into bed with the once again rather scantily clad woman it was a struggle to try to calm certain responses.
Naturally, at such close range there was no way Seven would not become aware of B’Elanna’s physical reaction, and, as if to further her embarrassment, Seven did not shy away from pointing that out.
“You are aroused.” The voice was calm, but when B’Elanna turned her head slightly to face Seven there was curiosity and a great deal of interest in the blue eyes watching her. B’Elanna groaned and cursed herself internally when the simple statement exacerbated not only the embarrassment but the arousal as well.
“Yeah, uh, sorry about that Seven.” She muttered quietly and rubbed at her face. “I don’t mean to be disturbing you when you should be sleeping, but I’m still a bit... wound up from earlier.” She gave the other woman an apologetic smile, knowing that Seven’s night vision was easily as good as hers, if not better. “Try to ignore it if you can, it’ll pass in a while.”
A silver brow inched higher in inquiry. “Earlier?”
B’Elanna did her best to ignore the fact that even though Seven had laid herself on the side to better be able to look at her she was still close enough to keep her rather generous chest firmly pushed up against B’Elanna’s arm. “From a certain little show I was given earlier by a beautiful blonde, as you might recall.”
“Beautiful?” There was something in Seven’s quiet voice that made B’Elanna frown and turn on her side, facing Seven fully and, if accidentally, removing her arm from its warm cocoon.
“Yes, beautiful. As in the nearly naked beautiful Seven that decided to complete my day by short-circuiting my brain? Please tell me that it was actually you and not the Doctor playing around with the holo-emitters.” Her embarrassment made her tack on the weak joke, aware that Seven knew that B’Elanna would not mistake a holographic version, no matter how well made, for the real thing.
A brief flash of white teeth was her reward for the attempt, but it was fleeting at best. “I am not... beautiful.” The words were uncharacteristically slow, as if Seven was unsure of how to express herself. “I am Borg.”
B’Elanna nearly sat up at the despondent tone the last words had taken. “Seven? I mean, yes baby, of course you are Borg, but why would that mean that you can’t be beautiful? Because believe me, you are. You are easily the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
Even in the dark Seven’s bashful look and tiny smile was quite clear, and she inched closer to B’Elanna before she spoke again. “In humanoid species the rate of attractiveness in facial features is linked to the rate of symmetry of the same. I am Borg, and even if this fact could be overlooked, I could not achieve such symmetry.” She made a small, almost apologetic, face. “My remaining implants cannot be removed with present-day technology, any symmetry would have to be achieved with more implants, not less... which in itself would be detriment to any concept of... beauty.”
“Oh Seven...” B’Elanna whispered, more than just a bit stunned. How could this beautiful woman be so completely convinced there was nothing attractive about her? “Is this something the Doctor has told you? Remind me to do something particularly nasty to his programming later.” She eased a hand up to touch Seven’s face. “Look, I don’t really know about any studies about facial symmetry, and I wouldn’t pretend to speak for humanoids in general, but there are two things that I do know.”
“One is that although beauty is subjective and everyone has their own ideas about it, a majority of the people of this ship would still say that you are one of the most attractive people they know.” She didn’t add that they would mean it physically and not her personality, as most still found Seven quite intimidating, but she had a feeling Seven knew that already. “The other thing is that I think you’re beautiful, Seven. Beautiful, gorgeous, breathtaking, stunning, whatever word you want to call it, and I can’t think of anyone that fits the description better than you, just the way you are. Implants and all.”
“I don’t blame you if you don’t believe me.” She gently caressed Seven’s cheek. “I’ve been an absolute targ to you in the past, because of problems I’ve had with myself but took out on you. But even then I knew that much, admitted that much about you.”
Seven leaned her face into the caress and stealthily wriggled a little closer. B’Elanna noticed but did not mention it, wanting to see what Seven had in mind. They were close enough to be embracing by now.
“I do not wish to suggest that I doubt you, but how could you find me in any way aesthetically pleasing? I know that my body garners... comments, but unclothed that like my face is covered with visible implants.” B’Elanna bristled a little at the idea and wanted to demand to know just who and what kind of comments had been made regarding Seven’s body. She was actually a little bit proud that she managed to restrain herself and not interrupt.
“The Captain and the Doctor wish for me to become fully human in all aspects, and while I can never achieve that physically, it is their intention that I do so in external appearance at least. As current technology cannot replace my remaining Borg implants, only holographic imagery can make my appearance ‘human’, and that is not a viable solution.”
“Although I admit that I find you absolutely gorgeous with your implants and don’t see why you should change if there’s no medical need, it isn’t about what I, the Doc or even the Captain thinks you should look like.” B’Elanna slid her hand down until it rested lightly above Seven’s hip. “What do you want, Seven? Which would you be comfortable with? Those are the things that matter.”
“On the contrary, my wishes on the subject have never mattered.” Seven sighed and did not elaborate, but B’Elanna had a good idea what she was talking about anyway, and it twisted her insides painfully. “If it had been my choice, I would have been... conflicted. I do recognize that it would be easier to blend in and for that reason I would have liked to be more human in appearance, but it is also true that it is only recently that I have become able to view this, this body, this appearance, as myself. I would not wish to continue to change, to prolong the struggle I have experienced where I feel that my body, the way it functions and the way it appears, is as foreign and as difficult to grasp as the social lessons I attend.”
“Lately though I have become more aware of the importance of beauty.” She added in a softer tone, smiling faintly. “I admit I no longer find it irrelevant, and do wish I could be more aesthetically pleasing.”
B’Elanna was about to reply but a gentle hand caressing her forehead ridges stopped her. “You are... exquisite.” Seven whispered. “It is contradictory and I do not fully understand it, but even though I know you to be flawed, you are still perfection to me.” She traced a path down B’Elanna’s temple to her cheekbone. “How can this be?”
There was a little sob.
Seven gasped and felt a surge of panic as she saw the gleam of a tear in the dark. Before she had the chance to react B’Elanna wrapped both arms around her and yanked her that final small space forward until their bodies met.
She buried her face in Seven’s neck and sniffled a little, struggling with herself. While a little hesitant at first, Seven soon got the hang of it and brought her own arms up to encircle B’Elanna, carefully embracing the emotional woman until she would once more be able to speak.
B’Elanna struggled with her tears for a while before finally calming down, but neither woman was willing to let the other go even after the strangled little sobs had ceased.
“We’re a fine pair, aren’t we?” B’Elanna mumbled with a teary little chuckle against Seven’s neck. “Both so broken, but still we’re able to see beauty where the other only sees ugliness.” She drew back and, quite deliberately, leaned up to place a tender kiss on Seven’s optical implant. Even in the dark Seven’s stunned expression was clear to see.
“Better watch out.” She smiled and stroked Seven’s cheek. “I’m starting to feel compelled to squeeze out a third marriage proposal, you know.” It was only too true, she thought to herself, Seven was not only inspiring massive lovesickness in her but also awaking every instinct she had to claim her mate. And if she found that bewildering, what would the blonde think? Best not scare her away before she’d even gotten around to asking her out on a first date.
“Indeed?” Seven smiled, pleased and a little playful. “Perhaps this proposal could be delivered in my presence, as opposed to that of Commander Chakotay?”
“Ah well, a girl can’t have too much practice when it comes to something that important.” B’Elanna grinned, trying to disguise what she was really saying with a joke. “When I do say it in front of you it will be that one and only time, so I’d better find those perfect words now don’t I?”
One way or another. B’Elanna was really starting to realize that Seven was the one, and if she did one day work up the courage to propose to the woman – ironically there was no question regarding if she wanted to ask Seven to marry her – it was going to be that one and only time. If Seven said yes, B’Elanna intended it to be forever. If Seven said no... B’Elanna shied away from that thought.
Her reward was a beaming smile and that Seven pulled her close again. “As long as your words make your intention clear, that would be perfect enough for me.” With that the ship’s resident perfectionist squeezed B’Elanna tightly, while it was the other woman’s turn to feel a bit stunned.
It was true that Seven wouldn’t carry any expectations of romance, in fact she would likely not understand many of the age old symbolic things tradition taught humans were romantic. Honest sentiment would go further with Seven any day.
It was at once liberating and terribly intimidating. While it was a relief to know that Seven wouldn’t expect a fairytale courtship, or in fact have much in the way of expectations at all, it also made B’Elanna all the more determined to make things perfect for her... if Seven turned out to be interested enough in B’Elanna to want to date her, that is.
“We should probably get to sleep. Your duty shift starts early, after all.”
No sooner had B’Elanna spoken than, with a small nod, Seven pushed her over and draped herself over B’Elanna. A surprised little chuckle escaped B’Elanna. “Comfy Seven?”
“Yes.” Was the short but happy reply from where Seven had ensconced her face in B’Elanna’s neck.
Well, B’Elanna reflected contentedly, so was she. She reached down to catch the blankets and tuck them better around her own living coverlet, and then she wrapped her arms firmly around Seven. For all that they’d had a bit of an emotional upheaval mere minutes before, sleep did not take long to claim them both.
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Even though it was Seven who had an earlier start to her duty shift that day, it was B’Elanna that was the first to wake. Although she intended to get up and once again provide breakfast, this time Seven was not as easy to dislodge.
“No.” The sleeping woman grunted to B’Elanna moving, and grabbed her tighter. B’Elanna, feeling that all was rather well with the world this way, chuckled softly to herself and waited, knowing it wouldn’t be long now before Seven woke up.
Another little grunt, this time not containing words to B’Elanna’s amusement, and it was clear that Seven was awake. She did not budge however.
“You know your duty shift starts in just a little while.” B’Elanna said, pretending to care about such things when in truth she was more than happy to stay in bed with Seven all day. “I would have gotten up to make you breakfast, but... someone didn’t want me to move.”
“You are warm, and the sound of your heart and your breathing is... soothing.” Seven explained somewhat sleepily against B’Elanna’s neck. “Your presence is essential. And your scent... it is...” She leaned in even closer and breathed deeply.
B’Elanna gasped, and suddenly any traces of sleep that might still have clung to her were wiped away, as a low purring growl began deep in her chest.
Blushing badly she tried to stop herself, knowing there was no way Seven had not heard it or how her heart had started pounding. Scenting one’s mate was a big thing for Klingons, and strayed pretty far into foreplay territory. Even knowing that Seven probably had not realized the effect her rather sweet action would have, B’Elanna couldn’t quite stop the way she reacted to it.
There was a shift, and then a pair of blue eyes came into view. B’Elanna tried but could not resist that deep-set urge, and turned slightly to inhale Seven’s scent from the side of her neck. A shudder went through the other woman, and when their eyes met again, neither was unaffected.
For a moment it seemed to B’Elanna that Seven was going to kiss her.
Then, and at that close range there was no way B’Elanna could fail to see it, insecurity crept into those blue eyes, and confusion. They hovered close like that for a moment, Seven conflicted and B’Elanna calming as she understood what was going on.
“Hush.” She said gently and hugged Seven. “We’ve got all the time we want for that, later.”
“Besides,” She added as she disentangled them and carefully tried to urge Seven out of bed while getting up herself. “before we go there, I should at least take you out once first.”
“So what do you say, beautiful?” B’Elanna grinned as she leaned forward to cup the face of the bewildered woman sitting on the edge of the bed. “Will you go out with me?”
Seven blinked, and would undoubtedly have tilted her head if B’Elanna’s hands hadn’t been on her face. “Go out?” A trace of apprehension crossed her features. “Are we scheduled for hull maintenance or for an away-mission?”
“Awahawhat?” In surprise B’Elanna let go of Seven and straightened. “Oh!” She grinned. “No Seven, I’m asking you out on a date. Will you go on a date with me?”
It seemed to take an unusually long moment for Seven to process the meaning of the question, but once that was done a big, sunny smile was B’Elanna’s reward. “Yes!”
Happily B’Elanna hugged Seven before giving her slight tug. “Thanks Seven. I was thinking tomorrow, one hour after the end of our duty shifts, if that’s alright with you? I know that you will have to regenerate tonight and all.”
“That is acceptable.” Seven smiled as she stood, and allowed B’Elanna to gently push her towards the bathroom. “Is there anything in particular that I should bring or wear?”
“Would you like to dress up?” B’Elanna thought for a bit. “If I can get the holodeck for our date, then yes, but if I can’t you can wear whatever you feel comfortable with, does that sound okay? And I’ll let you know which it is as soon as I know for sure.”
It would be extremely short notice to get a slot on the holodeck for that particular time, but with a little luck there might be someone who was willing to trade if B’Elanna could offer a good enough deal. Considering she rarely used the holodeck for anything other than training exercises these days – and the rare spa treatment – she could probably tempt someone with a double or triple time slot in exchange, she had the privileges to spare.
Seven nodded, still with the smile on her lips, and finally moved on into the bathroom. B’Elanna hurried through making breakfast for them, all the while buzzing with ideas, and all too soon it was time for Seven to go. In a reversal of the previous morning B’Elanna followed Seven to the door and, on impulse, reached up and kissed her cheek.
“Want to meet at the messhall for lunch later?” B’Elanna asked leaning in the doorway, watching Seven somewhat awkwardly prolong leaving while she clearly knew she couldn’t delay for much longer or she would be late for duty.
“That would be acc... I would like that, B’Elanna.” B’Elanna was graced with another smile as Seven took a few steps backwards, and then turned to set off in her usual brisk pace.
She watched Seven head towards the turbolift when something suddenly occurred to her. If she had thought more clearly she wouldn’t have impulsively thrown out the question that way, and instead waited until the two of them could sit down to talk about it.
“Seven?” B’Elanna did not shout, she knew she didn’t have to for Seven to hear her at that distance. “When I asked you out before, you seemed to be worried that I wanted you to go on a spacewalk with me.” It was a simple deduction since Seven never seemed to have any concerns regarding away-missions. “Why is that?”
The turbolift doors opened and Seven got in, the distance enough that B’Elanna couldn’t see what expression she wore, but her voice carried well enough for B’Elanna’s hearing.
“I am uncomfortable with such activities. It is hard for me to suppress the memories of dying from explosive decompression while in space outside a vessel. It is an... unpleasant death to recall, much less to experience six at once.” Seven stopped the turbolift doors from closing briefly. “I will see you at lunch, B’Elanna.”
And with that the doors closed and Seven was gone, leaving B’Elanna to stare, pale and horrified, down an empty corridor in her wake.
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12 comments:
Aww damn it. So close...yet so far. I can't believe they haven't gone further than hugging!
And that thing regarding Seven dying in space? Did that happen? Hmm...I didn't catch that episode if so.
Saudade,
Not Seven personally, no. But back when Seven came onboard Voyager and still vas a drone there were a number of other drones with her, and _they_ were spaced. (on Chakotay’s orders) Considering that she was fully Borg then and connected to the other drones when they died, well, I figured there is at least a strong possibility for this.
/Ryûchan
That was horrifying (in a good way). Yet another example of why Voyager was such a disappointing show; the writers almost never thought through the implications of what they wrote. Ironically, their incompetence is what makes good Voyager fanfiction so satisfying.
I admit that this aspect of the drones' deaths never occurred to me at all. But when Seven stated her reasons so matter-of-factly, it made perfect, if jaw-dropping sense. Kudos, Ryûchan.
Megan,
Wow, thank you for the praise! As for Voyager being a disappointing show, well, I have to say that I love Voyager and that it is by far my favourite ST show. *smiles* Which is not to say that it doesn’t have its fallacies, or plot holes the size of their average shuttles (disappearing Borg babies, anyone? Suddenly appearing emotional inhibitors on characters that have been ragingly emotional since day one? B’Elanna? And so on), but I still love it. I also find that in most shows you kind of have to like *whatever it is you like about it* enough to be able to have patience with the occasionally crappy writing. But you’re right about Voyager fanfiction of course, there are so many truly great STV stories out there. I love this fandom. ^_^
/Ryûchan
Ryûchan,
Not just plot holes but so many insanely silly premises, too. The Voth and the silver blood were absurd, Threshold was so bad that even Braga, famously unable to distinguish between a TV script and manure (much like B'Elanna, see The 37s) briefly rediscovered shame and disavowed and decanonized it, and of course Unimatrix Zero was the final insult to the Borg. And the propensity for bottle shows drove me up the wall. Not even the crash-a-shuttle-if-it's-Monday thing annoyed me as much as the fact that they'd make episode after episode which was simply erased in the final two minutes. Why bother telling a story which is specifically designed to never have any effect on any character?! argh!
Anyway, the characters were my favorites of any Trek series; I just hated the way the writers wasted them. Seven, B'Elanna, Tom, and the EMH were the best in their respective fields, I think, though I'd go with Sisko, Spock, and Odo as best captain, first officer, and security chief respectively. I like Tuvok, but really, Seska outwitted him at every turn. And many horrible things should happen to Neelix and Chakotay, if there is any justice in the world.
Of course Voyager also had the best opening, by far.
Interesting point on the need to find something one likes enough to put up with bad writing. I must agree. Even Babylon 5 had guest writers, and JMS turned out non-arc clunkers too.
Speaking of the Borg baby, I had to laugh when I read the writers' response. "Oh, she was returned to her people off-screen, we didn't think anyone would care!" Perfectly encapsulates entirely too many things about the show as a whole.
Megan,
Threshold is one of those episodes I don’t really watch again, although it is kind of good for poking fun at Tom or Janeway occasionally (the salamander offspring). As I recall my reaction when I watched it that first time was “that’s not _evolution_ stupid, that’s _devolution_!”, and it hasn’t gotten better. XP
I never thought someone would replace Picard but Janeway is my favourite Captain of a ST show by far now. I won’t rate the others because it wouldn’t be a fair list (Seven has no counterpart that I know of, and for characters like, say, B’Elanna, look at what she has to compete with ^^;), I’ll just say that I never saw any point or use for the First Officer position. XP And Tuvok, good ol’ raise an eyebrow, sigh and say “Indeed” guy... I like him, he is a great background character (although like most of the other background characters he just cannot stand to have an episode focused on him), but as the Chief Security officer, well... he was fairly useless wasn’t he? He poked at some buttons in the background on Janeway’s orders, but not much more than that. In fact, didn’t he turn out to be the culprit in that one murder mystery we got to see him investigating? ^^;
Seska, ugh, she was like a bad rash they just couldn’t get rid of for far too long. Although I knew they wouldn’t, I kept hoping they’d just space her and Chakotay together. My one scene with her that I liked was when BorgSeven walks in and defeats her in three seconds flat. It was too hilarious considering the entire crew of Voyager pre-Seven just couldn’t keep the bitch down. Or away for that matter.
For an example of astonishingly well held-together writing, and over several seasons at that (overall writing, not individual episodes as such, because that show has its own weak spots just like everything else), have you watched Doctor Who (S1-4)? When you reach the end of S4 and realize that they have been cleverly foreshadowing that for _four whole seasons_, well, that is something I at least find quite impressive.
Speaking of ST writers, did anyone ever comment on B’Elanna’s endlessly recycling issue/lesson learned/memory loss thing? (since it was always the same issue)
Don’t get me wrong though, I really like B’Elanna’s character, just not so much what was done to her.
/Ryûchan
Ryûchan,
warp 10 is lizards
I think Seven was the Science Officer, de facto if not officially, so her counterparts would be Spock, Data, and Jadzia. Enterprise didn't have anyone in that role, which I suppose is appropriate enough. Anyway, that's the order I'd put them in, too, after Seven. As for the other engineers, it goes B'Elanna > O'Brien> LaForge >> Scotty >>> Tucker, in my opinion. Scotty habitually lied about work estimates to make himself look better, as he admitted in TNG "Relics," and Tucker was an imbecile who couldn't understand high school math, as he admitted in ENT "Shuttlepod One." O'Brien was good, but his accent bugged me, and I downgraded him for his shrewish wife. Also for dragging out "Juuuuuuulian" constantly. LaForge made a creepy hologram of a married woman in TNG "Galaxy's Child" so he could play house with her, and he had all the resources of Starfleet in the Alpha Quadrant. B'Elanna wins, because she held Voyager together over 7 years, and she was hot. :) Though Roxann Dawson looks very strange without the ridges, kind of like Mira Furlan with eyebrows.
I agree re: Tuvok. He could never carry an episode, though as you said, he was fine as a background character, when he wasn't failing horribly at his job. Though I kinda liked Seska; it amused me when she chewed out Janeway for being a fool. She had a point.
Doctor Who never grabbed me, though I've always thought the Daleks were rather cute. I've thought about trying to get into it, but I wouldn't know where to start, given all the incarnations and suchlike. Any suggestions? For my money, Firefly and Babylon 5 were the best arc-written scifi.
I'm not sure what you mean about B'Elanna's memory loss. Could you elaborate?
Megan,
Why yes, warp 10 should always be avoided. I’m sure Janeway agrees.
But what of all those other drive versions where they go past that speed? For instance, what about when Kes yanked the entire ship past Borg space? It would have been quite something if when she stopped everyone had turned lizard, and the last thing she’d said before going sparkles was “oops”.
Seven is obviously a science officer, I agree, and it is kind of strange that a ship like Voyager has no-one in the science blue among the main cast, but alright. What I was thinking of was that she is first and foremost the Astrometrics officer (a science department certainly), and that does not exist on any other ship. And yeah, that was why I used B’Elanna as an example why it would be unfair to compare certain characters. *grins*
I didn’t follow “Enterprise” though, more than the odd few episodes to begin with (didn’t like it at all), so I’m not that familiar with Tucker. But I have to say that if he couldn’t even understand high school math, why would he even be on the ship, much less in the position of chief engineer?
*chuckles* I kind of agree with you about B’Elanna’s ridges, but I guess you just get used to that after seven years worth of episodes, and it is bound to look weird without it.
B’Elanna’s memory loss problem... you can boil down her problems to abandonment issues because of her father, and her issues with being Klingon/resisting her Klingon heritage, partly also because of her father. I’m not saying that her issues should have been addressed once and then magically been resolved to never resurface again, life does not work that way and it is refreshing that they wouldn’t do that on the show either. But there are episodes that have B’Elanna face these problems, admitting to herself what they are and what they do, struggle with them, and come to some kind of acceptance or peace with them... only to get a quick memory wipe by the next episode so that the issue can be raised again. It wouldn’t be a bad thing if B’Elanna got to go, yeah, I know I have these problems and I’m working on them, but no. She’s always at the same starting point for each of them, and ends up at roughly the same ending point too by the way, and no lesson is ever learned since she apparently doesn’t get to remember it. I’d love to give actual examples from the many “B’Elanna tackles her issues” episodes, but unfortunately I’d have to watch them first to be able to give them to you, it has just been too long.
Regarding Doctor Who I watched some of the old shows as a kid, disliked it, and was for that reason very reluctant to watch the new one. I eventually did anyway and was hooked, and this despite the doctor for that first season is very unsympathetic. (David Tennant’s version, the doctor for season 2-4 IS the doctor to me) The new season 1 is the one from 2005, and while I’d love to say that you could skip it and just start with season 2 (2006) and David Tennant’s doctor, the brilliant writing that interconnects and overlap the series starts there. If you watch it you’ll find that they started building in season 1 for things that will have their conclusion in the end of season 4. Another thing... Rose is awesome, but Donna Noble is the best. ;D
And Daleks _are_ cute. I want salt-and-pepper shaker Daleks.
/Ryûchan
Ryûchan,
Well, if you go by that de-canonized show, warp 10 is infinity so nothing can go beyond it.
But yeah, there were a zillion super-warp speeds. Transwarp, the Vaadwaur tunnels,
slipstream, &c.
I think the Delaney sisters were in Seven's department, or something similar, and Sam
Wildman was in biology, so they'd all be blue, but you're right, that was as close to
the main cast as any scientist got. Though supposedly Janeway was in sciences before she
switched to command.
As for Tucker, here's the line in question:
"A train leaves New York at three a.m. heading west, while another leaves Chicago at four thirty heading east. I never could figure those out."
Sadly, he's completely serious.
I see what you mean about B'Elanna. There definitely was a bit of retread involved regarding her emotional issues. Reset button extended to character development, I guess.
Anyway, I've ordered the first set of Doctor Who DVDs based on your advice. Thanks!
Megan,
First of all, my sincere apologies for taking so incredibly long to get around to replying to this. There has been a lot going on this summer, health-wise and more, and I’m afraid computer things have just been left to slide. I’m sorry.
Regarding the science departments and Voyager, well, the Delaney sisters belong to Stellar Carthography, I’m pretty sure... (fanfics tend to write them as members of Seven’s department, but I think the only ones we actually know work there besides Seven herself are the borglings -possibly not officially, but still- various members of the senior staff/main cast that are "temping" for one reason or another, and possibly Tal Celes, based on Seven’s complaints about her) Sam Wildman is trickier, while I don’t know what she has been assigned to after the fact or anything, in the actual show she is mostly seen working as a nurse and I _think_ she’s supposed to be in the biosciences? She wears the green, anyways, rather than the science blue.
Always thought it was a pity they didn’t keep her around as a nurse, even if she had only been in the background.
So what did you think of Doctor Who, then? *cringes* It gets me a bit nervous when people buy things because of something I said... I sure hope you’ll like it, otherwise it will be my fault you wasted money. ^^; (maybe you can rent the other seasons?)
Speaking of which I finally got around to watch the seasons with the newest Doctor at long last. While I didn’t much like him at first he kind of grew on me, so he's okay (better than the first one at least, though no Tennant), and, well... River Song. That’s all you can say really about the new seasons, River Song. XD The Silence kicks ass in creepiness, so there's that too, but still, River is above and beyond.
/Ryûchan
Ryûchan,
Stellar Cartography and Astrometrics would seem to have a lot of overlap, which is probably why the Delaneys get treated as Seven's subordinates in fanon. Celes is definitely part of Astrometrics, or else she wouldn't have affected Seven's own efficiency rating (Good Shepherd). Samantha Wildman was a xenobiologist (Elogium), which I guess means she'd be as good a candidate as any to be drafted as a nurse. "Science blue" is the same vague teal the medical staff wear, though. (I separated those quickly in my own attempt at fanfiction.)
To be frank, I didn't like Doctor Who at all, at first. ;) They just make up words on the fly and pretend that's a plot: "Oh no, we must get out of here or we'll be swallowed up by the bigfireballium, but we're being imprisoned by chains of cantmoveium! And my sonic screwdriver won't work because they're coated with antisonicium!" But I stuck with it despite Rose and her habit of attaching her perpetually open lips to anything else which has them, because I trusted your taste... and thus I discovered my favorite companion, Martha. So much prettier, nicer, and smarter than Rose, and she only randomly kissed a stranger once! I don't like Donna as much, but she's not as annoying as Rose. There has been only one truly excellent episode so far, Blink, but more than a few have been halfway decent, and the Jack/Face of Boe revelation was wonderfully done.
Doctor Who is no Babylon 5, SG-1, or Firefly, and the atrocious lower-class accents drive me to distraction (thank goodness for subtitles), but it's nowhere near as bad as Farscape. I'm still just at the beginning of Series 4, but I'll continue watching, albeit at a pace slow enough to match my tolerance for the absurd storylines.
Hope you're feeling better! :)
Megan,
I’ll try to write to you privately soon, so I’ll keep this brief and we can go on about Doctor Who and Star Trek and all other fun things then instead, so... I think I pretty much agree with the part about Star Trek, though I think I actually got the whole blue vs green thing from some wiki or database (I’ve long since forgotten where), but I’m quite willing to admit to being wrong about that. *smiles* Looking at screenshots I'd agree with you, it does look like a "vague teal" for all of them. Perhaps you can consider it creative license where I’ve mentioned it in stories?
We’ll talk more about Doctor Who later I’m sure, so I won’t go into that much now. I'm glad you told me it had grown on you though, I was worried about that.
It is kind of funny that you somewhat managed to nail one of the few things I dislike about Rose, and picked my least favourite companion as your favourite one. (Had such high hopes for Martha, she started out smart, pretty and solid... and ended up as “poor little Martha” for nearly the entire time she was with the Doctor. On the upside she is the only one smart enough to get out while she could, AND the only one that got away from being the Doctor's companion pretty much intact.)
By the way... Madam Vastra/Jenny. Heh.
/Ryûchan
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