-1A Quick inspired Dark Fic, I got the idea while listening to a J/7 music mix located at

http:// .com/voyager/mp3/lucky .mp3

If you don’t like darker themes please don’t read, but feel free to listen to the song using win amp or media player.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, and barely own the idea for this fic, so please don’t sue. Also, Janeway is the BAD GUY! If you really like her then please do not read, and again if you don’t like darker themes then go far, far, FAR away.

IMPORTANT NOTE

This Story is being rewritten from what it was before in order to allow me to finish it, so those of you who have read this before and are here to reread it please do not be alarmed. There will be very little that will have changed in the long run, but I suggest reading it again anyways, you might just catch something new….

..:Dark Hearts:..

“Have a seat.” Her voice was harsh and commanding, a direct order that would not be obeyed.

“I prefer to stand.” The tone of arrogance, tempered with a cold logic of intellectual superiority.

“I keep forgetting… here we are yet again.” A tired sigh escapes, briefly dislodging the steadily growing headache she knew was building. “Oh, I’m tired of having this conversation; you know what I’m going to say I know how you’re going to respond, so it seems pointless to say anything.”

“Then shall I consider my privileges restricted and confine myself to the cargo bay?” She stands in the perfect military at ease stance, with perfect posture, and perfectly clipped tones. No emotion exists in that voice, none visible anyways, and for a fleeting moment she tenses.

“I think we’ve established that traditional disciplinary actions don’t work with you. “ Captain Kathryn Janeway stands tall behind her ready room desk and stares the young woman squarely in the eyes. “The only question is, what will?”

“Are you asking my opinion?” She quirks her implant, truly baffled as to where this conversation was headed.

The small captain merely stares at her young charge for a moment before shaking her head as she moves to stand before the young blonde. “Maybe I am. What will it take to make you understand?” She moves to the replicator and orders a coffee, black.

Sitting once more with the bitter drink in hand she studies the younger woman before her from head to toe, wondering not for the first time what lay beneath the cloth that covered her. Slowly she smiles as an idea forms in her head.

It is a smile that sends chills up the spine of the former drone.

“Captain?” Seven of Nine was beginning to feel more than a bit uneasy, this reprimand was not going the way it usually did, and for some unknown reason the Captain’s look was making her feel… well Seven wasn’t sure what the emotion she was beginning to feel was, but it was not something she enjoyed.

“Seven, I want you to meet me in Holodeck-three tonight after your duty shift, 2000 hours. I will deliver the parameters of your punishment there, until then you are dismissed.” Janeway snapped as her mind ran a thousand light-years a second. She would need to secure a few things from the Medical Bay and reserve the time needed in the holodeck for the next week.

‘This may seem a bit harsh, but she has to learn. Hopefully I won’t have to punish her anymore than is necessary…’

“I will comply.” With that Seven of Nine turned on her heal and left the ready room to continue with her duty shift and plotting the current sector of space, the sense of unease she had felt quickly being pushed aside as ‘irrelevant’.

.:Dark Hearts:.

Strolling through the Holodeck doors at 2000hours on the dot, Seven vaguely wondered what the diminutive captain had in store for her punishment this time. Nothing she would think as an actual punishment seemed likely. ‘Maybe the Captain wishes to ‘teach’ me more human behaviors to rectify my supposed infraction.’

“Ah Seven, you’re right on time. Over here please.” Captain Janeway stood at her tallest, the pips on her uniform glinting under the ships lighting as she gave a slight glare to the young woman before her. “Give me your com-badge, Seven.”

Complying with the order the ex-drone merely raised her ocular implant in curiosity, one would assume that the Captain was to isolate her within a holo-program of her choice. A fact that was nearly proven as the computer was ordered to revoke all of Seven’s access to computer controls during the length of allotted time.

“I wanted to make sure that this would be a punishment that you could not escape or hide from, and to that end I am taking all available options out of your hands. Once this program starts you will not be able to do anything to alter it , and will in fact come here every night for the next week to run it from 2000 hours until 0200 hours.” Looking at the young woman before her Kathryn felt a pang of guilt knowing what it was she was about to do to was nothing less than exploitation. “ To that end I suggest regenerating until Alpha shift begins every morning as opposed to a seven hour cycle every other day, as you will still be required to perform your normal duties.”

At this point The Captain in her reasserted itself as she pulled out a hypo-spray and motioned the ex-drone to remain still so she could inject it. “Do you have anything to say about your punishment so far?”

Seven merely quirked her eyebrow as she tried to figure out where it was the older woman was heading with her explanation. “I do not.”

“Somehow I find that hard to believe, computer activate program Seven-Janeway-dark and seal holo-deck doors with a privacy code. Authorization Janeway Alpha-Gamma-Omega.” The normal grid of the empty holo-deck changed into what appeared to be a modified version of Voyager’s brig, the main difference being that the cell itself was bare and only ¼ the size of the original.

“In you go.”

Enforced isolation was not something new to the ex-drone, and in fact was slowly loosing its ability to effect her as it had since being severed from the collective. Being forced to remain in smaller cell did not seem any different than if she had been forced into the actual brig.

“The hypo-spray I gave you should have begun working by now and was designed to work as muscle relaxant that would keep you from utilizing your Borg strength…” at this the force field went up and the Captain had to force herself not to appear sympathetic at her next words. “You will be here until 0200 hours to contemplate what it was you did wrong.”

And with that Seven’s view of the world went dark.

.:Dark Hearts:.

“Captain?” Her voice trembled in uncertainty, as she tried to stare through the utter dark, tried to find some spark of light and hope that this was all a cruel joke. But Seven knew, without a doubt that it was all to real.

‘No… how… why would she?’ Her thoughts were a jumble as she backed into the nearby wall and slid down it slowly, a whimper of fear building in her throat as she pulled into herself. ‘She has… betrayed me…’

Suddenly she jumped to her feet and began to pound on the blackened force field, screaming with all the emotion she held, begging to be released.

“Let Me OUT! Please… I do not like the dark! Captain! Please…” On and on she cried and begged to be released, the muscle relaxant in her system leaving her too weak to do more than pound feebly against the walls.

Soon she was too weak to even do that and curled up on the floor to cry as memories she wished to forget began to haunt her once more. ‘I hate the dark…’

It was several hours later when the program finally terminated and Seven found herself free of her torment. Head in hands and her hair nearly loose from its bun she sat staring blankly at the floor for almost an hour before moving towards the door, making sure to grab her communicator on the way.

.:Dark Hearts:.

Seven and the Captain went about the day as if nothing of any importance had happened, and only those who knew them would say otherwise. It was certainly clear to the Chief security officer that their newest member of the ship was not her usual self, though his Vulcan logic kept him from asking questions as her work had not diminished in the least.

He would however keep an eye on her to make sure that whatever was wrong would not effect ships business… at least that is what he told himself. In reality Tuvok was as worried for the usually emotionless woman as any Vulcan could be, her ability to use logic something that he approved of greatly.

As for his Captain, he knew that what ever was bothering her would be kept from ships business. He would only inquire into the matter if she remained in this state for more than a few days, or if it began to interfere with her duties. As it was he would continue to monitor their interactions for the next few days until he was satisfied that all had been worked out.

‘It is only logical to keep the crew in good mental health, as any interference would likely cause detrimental effects to their work performance during a crucial time…’

.:Dark Hearts:.

Seven of Nine had spent the day doing her best to avoid thoughts of her punishment, the mere thought that she would be required to go there again nearly enough to cause the emotion she knew was fear. She had briefly thought of not going but knew that it would only make things worse later, that much she knew as the Captain was not one to be trifled with.

It wasn’t until after a brief regeneration period in the cargo bay after her duty shift that she began to internally panic. ‘I can not do this. I Must do this… I am Borg, we do not fear anything. I do not want to be alone… Why must I do this?’ Her train of thought continued to run in circles even as she unconsciously began to pace the length of the bay.

It was not until she felt the tingle of the transporters that she realized she was late to see the Captain.

“Hello Seven. You didn’t forget about your punishment did you?” Janeway was leveling a force ten glare at the blonde who had materialized before her. “You are late, though as this is the first time you have ever been late to anything I will let it go for now.” Reaching up before the other knew what was happening, she emptied a hypo-spray into the blondes neck and stepped back to activate the force field.

“I apologize Captain, I did not mean to be late. I… did not realize the time.” Seven shifted nervously as she studied the cell she was in, hoping that things would not worsen due to her mistake.

Janeway studied the woman before her, and remembering that the Borg had no need for deception realized that she was being honest about not meaning to be late. “That’s alright, just don’t let it happen again or I will be forced to take measures ensuring you come.” Even as she said it the older woman had to force herself from thinking of what exactly those measures would be and just how enjoyable she may find them. ‘Damn Libido…’

“In the meantime though, for every minute you are late from now on I will lengthen the time spent here. Tonight I will only extend it by five minutes to make up for your absence, and from now on your punishment will start only from the time that the force field is activated. Do you understand?” Janeway had given her no room for argument and so she merely nodded her understanding.

With a sigh the Captain activated the black out effect of the force field and left Seven to her punishment.

.:Dark Hearts:.

Kathryn Janeway, Captain of the Federation Starship Voyager, was feeling a bit guilty.

She sat on a couch in the holo-program she had devised for Seven’s punishment, listening to the blondes cries to be let out, and nearly smiled. It was the fact that she was using personal information against the other woman that made her feel the slight sting of guilt, but listening to the noises coming from behind the force field was beginning to wear on her self control.

She had been attracted to the young woman for some time now, and even though she knew the thoughts were perverse, could not help but be aroused by her cries and pleas to be released. It was getting harder and harder to listen to those cries and not act on her baser desires to take the blonde where she stood. ‘Dear god, would she make the same noises in bed?’

That thought alone was enough to snap her fragile control and it was all she could do to leave the program behind instead of fucking the young woman for all she was worth. ‘I need to control myself, control. Letting my hormones control me will not get us home any faster…’ A whimper broke her thoughts, ‘I need to leave.’

“-anything… let me out… please… I‘ll do anything…”

‘NOW!’ and with that Janeway took off at a run, making sure to lock the holo-deck behind her even as images of her and Seven cascaded through her brain.

.:Dark Hearts:.

“DAMN IT SEVEN! What the HELL is Wrong with You?” B’Elanna Torres, Chief Engineer of Voyager, was pissed. This was not anything new, especially considering who it was she was arguing with. No, it was WHY she was angry that was leaving those present confused.

It had already been 4 days since her punishment began, and Seven was getting desperate to end the torment. Her only comfort for the last several nights being a continuous mantra of ‘Borg fear nothing. I am Borg. I will adapt.’ It was getting to the point where she was seriously considering hiding from her punishment, this was just her first attempt.

“There is nothing ‘Wrong’ with me lieutenant. I merely wish to accompany you on the upcoming away mission.” Seven raised her ocular implant in amusement as the klingon hybrid growled with rage. An event which never ceased to entertain her.

“Why? Why would YOU, want to accompany ME, on a three day mission to gather Dilithium? We can’t stand each other!” B’Elanna was stalking madly about, wondering briefly if insanity was contagious and if so who could have infected the logical minded ex-drone.

“That is of no concern at this time. I assure you that I will endeavor to ‘stay away’ from you except when necessary.” Seven watched the smaller woman stalk about and wondered briefly if she wasn’t going to end up in trouble should her plan fail. She nearly paled at the thought and hoped that the engineer would just say yes.

The lieutenant stopped and stared at Seven, debating the pros and cons of having the ex-drone near her for a full three days time. Suddenly a thought hit her. “Does the Captain know you want to go on this little trip?”

Seven shifted nervously, hoping that she could keep her composure while avoiding the topic. Of course the atypical behavior immediately caught the hybrid’s notice. “She doesn’t does she? Why not?”

“I do not wish to discuss that at this time.”

“oh no you don’t Borg! This has something to do with your punishment for hitting that guy, right?” B’Elanna nearly purred in satisfaction as she watched the younger woman nearly squirm in discomfort, a quick nod of the head all the answer she needed.

“Well sorry, but unless the Captain okays it or your punishment ends, I can’t help you. If I did I’d end up in the brig right next to you for the next month.”

“That would be preferable to my current predicament.” The shorter woman nearly choked as she heard that, wondering briefly what could be worse than being in the brig for a month.

“Maybe for you, but still, if you want to go, ask Janeway. I can’t do anything other than bring it up at the staff meeting tonight, and she’ll instantly know that I wasn’t the one to think of it.” Seven shivered imperceptibly at that, and thanking the lieutenant for her help left engineering with a sense of dread, it was going to be a bad night.

‘It is only three more days, if I am lucky she will not increase my punishment. Borg fear nothing. I am Borg. I must adapt.’

.:Dark Hearts:.

Captain Janeway was not a happy person, at least that is what Seven surmised as she was transported to her punishment an hour early. In fact she could say that the woman was down right livid, her face set in a glare so chilling it would scare the Borg Queen. “Hello Seven.”

“Captain…”

“You tried to run away.” It was a statement of fact, one that could not be denied. Seven felt herself flinch at the tone the Captain was using, instinctively knowing that she had made things far worse than before. A cold press at her neck as she looked down let her know that she would be unable to fight what came.

“Why?”

Seven looked up confused. Was she being asked to explain?

“Answer me.” A growl that could make a full blooded klingon wary left the older woman’s throat. “Why did you try to run when you knew that it would only make things worse?”

Seven felt her heart speed up as she contemplated the answer. “I… do not like the dark. I… did not want to be there again… it…”

“So you ran like a frightened child? Disobeyed my orders? Went BEHIND my back? To what end, a chance to escape your punishment for a few days?” Janeway glared hard at the ex-drone, noticing vaguely in the back of her mind that she was quickly becoming aroused by the confrontation. As Seven turned from her hungry gaze, she felt the need to make this woman submit to her, to admit her fears and become hers. Grabbing the younger woman’s chin roughly and forcing her eyes back, she let out a loud growl.

“Look at me when I am speaking to you, and answer my questions. Why run when you know it would fail? Do you like this?”

Seven’s eyes closed briefly before she was forced to open them again. “I… I would do… anything to end this. I do not enjoy the feelings that are evoked from being in the dark… they are… disturbing.”

The Captain’s eyes narrowed as she contemplated this, her thoughts running deeper and deeper into the forbidden. “Anything? I find that hard to believe, that you, an ex- Borg would stoop to begging merely to get out of the dark.”

“I give you my word Captain, I would do ANYTHING you ask of me, even beg to stop these sessions.” She was nearly crying now, the thought of being in the dark once more terrifying in its certainty. She had not been lying, she would even get on her knees and beg the Borg Queen to stay in the light.

“I may take you up on that Seven, but certainly not tonight. Tonight you will continue with your punishment with slightly altered parameters. Instead of being released at 0200 you will instead remain here until 0400. The same shall go for the rest of the week until the original punishment has been completed. Then we shall see what to do about your insubordination.”

Seven’s heart sank as she realized that not only had she made things worse, but that she would be given a second punishment for disobeying the Captain. It was then, as the Captain pushed her towards the cell that she realized something important, the room had been altered.

Now instead of being ¼ the size of the average cell in a brig, it was 1/8th the size, and even the ceiling had been lowered. She was being put into a box! Panicking at the sight she started to struggle, to no avail as the muscle relaxant had already begun working, making her about as strong as Naomi Wildman, the Young Half Ktarian that had befriended her some time ago.

“No! I do not want to go in there!”

“Then it’s unfortunate that you disobeyed me isn’t it. The more you struggle the longer you will be left in there.” And with that Captain Kathryn Janeway locked her into a room the size of a large box and blacked out the force field.

.:Dark Hearts:.

The Captain listened to the sounds Seven made, arousal coursing through her veins like a raging river, and blocking out her more rational thought processes. The pleading screams and crying whimpers fueling her dark thoughts, as she contemplated her conversation with the young Borg. ‘Anything? She may as well have asked me to take her right there, her hands tied as she moans in pleasure at my touch on her bare skin. Oh God. I don’t think I can stand this much longer…’

Shifting slightly in her seat, Janeway let her hands roam over her body, unconsciously trying to quell the desire she felt at the thought of taking the young woman locked into what was essentially a closet.

‘Would she writhe at my touch on her flesh, scream as I taste her, moan my name as she comes? Would she beg me to touch her until she’s hoarse and sated beyond care?’

Moaning slightly Captain Janeway let her hand slowly migrate into the damp wetness of her center, rubbing slowly and surely as she continued to fantasize to the sounds of the younger woman’s distress.

‘I Have to touch her.’

..:Dark Hearts:..

B’Elanna was bored, the upcoming space was uneventful, no major mishaps had occurred in the last week and a half, and she had broken up with Tom a month ago. The only thing of any interest on the ship was speculation on the Captain’s punishment for Seven. No one knew what it was, and when asked about it Seven stated that she did not want to speak about it. Of course most people really couldn’t care about the punishment of an ex-drone, but she wasn’t most people.

As she sat contemplating the boredom of space and what she should do to make it more eventful, a motion to her left caught her attention. Seven of Nine had just walked into the mess hall, an air of Borg superiority surrounding her like a cloud as she retrieved a meal from Neelix and sat at a table in the corner. B’Elanna sat watching her for a few moments, wondering what the ex-drone thought about when she wasn’t working.

As she watched the younger woman eat, B’Elanna noticed that her adversary wasn’t looking her usual arrogant self, in fact she seemed a bit distracted. The doors hissed open to admit the Captain into the mess hall, and the Half-Klingon thought that the world had ended. Seven had taken one look at the Captain, fear flickering across her features, before standing and nearly racing for the exit.

‘What was THAT about?’ She turned slightly to study the Captain’s features, hoping to gain some insight into the atypical behavior of the other woman. What she saw nearly made her bristle in fury. ‘God, rob the cradle why don’t you? The woman’s practically raping Seven with her eyes.’

The look she had seen in the Captain’s eyes had quickly been hidden by the command mask, but it was long enough to let her speculate on the drone’s recent behavior. ‘No wonder she wanted to go on the away mission, if I had to deal with that I’d leave too.’ and that thought made her wonder if perhaps Janeway’s punishment really was worse than being in the brig for a month.

Standing, B’Elanna left the mess hall in search of the wayward woman. ‘Damn it Seven! Even when I’m off duty you find a way to mess up my day.’

.:Dark Hearts:.

Seven of Nine was confused, an unusual state of matters for her. Earlier in the day, after her lunch break and subsequent fleeing of the Captain, she was confronted by Lieutenant Torres in Astrometrics.

There was a good deal of growling and anger, as with all her run-ins with the Klingon hybrid, but none of it had been directed AT her. Instead she had been informed that if she ever felt the need to talk, or maybe beat something up, that the Klingon was willing to listen.

When Seven had asked her adversary why, the half-Klingon had flushed darkly and amidst much growling and swearing had answered before making a hasty retreat.

‘Because no one should have to deal with THAT, no matter how much you annoy me.’

To say that Seven understood was a gross misstatement, in fact that had only managed to confuse her more and left her wondering about the other woman’s mental capacities. ‘It does not matter anyway, the Lieutenant will be gone for the next three days and I will have to ask her about it then.’

So it was that at 1900 hours exactly, Seven felt the pull of a transporter and for the first time since her punishment began, did not have to say her mantra to stave off the panic that always consumed her at the thought of that dark room.

.:Dark Hearts:.