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The first time B’Elanna touched Seven, they hadn’t even met. She remembers recoiling from the chill of Seven’s skin as she assisted the Doctor—icy flesh completely devoid of the warmth of human life. With each implant removed, each organ regenerated, Seven’s body reanimated; her humanity a burgeoning, flushed hue.
B’Elanna never imagined Seven would become so warm, her pulse a steady rhythm, her arms a comforting weight. Her remaining implants thrum with each beat of her heart, more human now than machine.
And if Seven’s demeanour is still somewhat cool? B’Elanna’s fiery temper is an equal and opposite force.