Seven walked into her dim quarters, and arms wrapped around her from behind.

She turned around to face Kathryn Janeway.

"Darling," Seven whispered, and turned to meet Janeway's lips.

"Honey. How's our ruse going?" Janeway asked.

"Perfectly."

"Oh?"

"The crew truly believes I'm in love with the overweight, middle-aged, personality bereft Chakotay."

"Excellent," Janeway replied. Then, louder, "Did you hear that, Chakotay?"

He stepped out of the shadows, his face dark with rage.

"I heard."

"I told you she didn't like you," Janeway said.

"You were right." He reached out and broke Seven's neck. "How's that for overweight and middle-aged?"

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