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Clean Slate - An Eight Weeks Sequel
by Wyrdmaege
wyrdmaege@...
started: 1:00AM (thereabouts)
finished: 4:45AM

Disclaimers: Once again, not Ferengi. Don't own them, not out for profit, not trying to steal or infringe anyone's copyrights. I'm just terminally bored. Aren't /you/ lucky?

Notes:
1. "/.../" is for emphasis and "<...>" is for someone's thoughts.
2. Not a free write, but I did a half assed job betaing. It's almost 5AM, I'm tired!

Acknowledgements:
This one's actually dedicated to Ralst/Rachel (though, the letter /was/ signed "Ralst"). I was emptying my mailbox and re-read her feedback on "Eight Weeks" and suddenly I was inspired. This is, as always, dedicated to my muse. I just can't let that go.

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"I kissed her! I mean, it /was/ the logical thing to do at the time, but... I kissed /her/!" Seven stared into her small mirror for a moment. Her eyes, human and enhanced, tracked and analyzed her features. She wasn't stupid. She knew more than half the ship found her attractive. In those quiet moments, when she was desperately lonely, she reminded herself of that fact. She was so inexperienced. So new to humanity. B'Elanna Torres and Harry Kim were perfect examples of the prevailing attitudes on the ship. Hate her or copulate with her. Naomi was unique in accepting her as she was because even the captain expected certain things of her. Yes, even Tuvok's parental pride created expectations.

Seven watched as her pale blue eyes darkened to a cornflower color as they always did when she was profoundly sad.

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