Series: VOY
Codes: J/7
Archiving: Ask.
Date: Nov. 1, 2005
Note: A strange and silly idea in the wake of Halloween. More at story end.*

Christopher Robin and the 700,000 Metric Ton Starship 

"Christopher Robin, if you live to be a hundred,
then I wish to live to be a hundred minus one day
so I don’t have to live a day without you."
She looked up at the sound of the cargo bay doors rolling back for . . . Christopher Robin, she reminded herself. Christopher Robin stood in the corridor for a moment, allowing the doors to open fully before crossing the threshold. The pause gave her plenty of time to observe the master of the Hundred Acre Wood, which, though she didn’t know it, was the intent.

Christopher Robin wore a billowy white top with flowing sleeves. The top was designed in some way that caused the material to cling to her chest so that her breasts were outlined while the rest of her torso was concealed. The blouse came just to the top of . . . a very red and very short garment that hugged Christopher Robin’s hips and left her legs bare from just below the juncture of her thighs all the way down to her ankles, which were covered with little white socks. Christopher Robin’s shoes were round-toed and red and left the tops of her sock-clad feet exposed. A single strap crossed each foot and fastened on the side with a silver buckle.

By the time she had finished looking—at least for the moment—Christopher Robin had crossed the room to stand only a few feet away.

Eeyore glanced down at her fuzzy steel-blue arms and soft lavender tummy and then looked dubiously at Christopher Robin, who was trying not to look too smug. “What am I?” Eeyore demanded.

Good question. A donkey? A tall, shapely donkey based on a drawing of what a child’s stuffed donkey would look like if it came to life? Christopher Robin chuckled, and, unable to resist, declared, “You’re adorable.”

Eeyore huffed. “Borg are not adorable.”

“You are.” Was Eeyore blushing just the faintest shade of pink? Christopher grinned and swaggered over to her in a way no little boy had ever managed before. “Did you get your tail on?” She ducked behind Eeyore and eyed the plush bottom appreciatively, deciding that the pink satin bow was the perfect crowning grace.

Eeyore was arching her neck and back in an attempt to look at her own posterior. “The tail was attached,” she informed Christopher Robin, who seemed to be taking an awfully long time to determine something as obvious as the presence or absence of her tail.

“It’ll fall off, you know” Christopher Robin declared cheerfully as she idly ran her finger over the edge of the bow. Then she tugged playfully on the tail. “Seems okay for now, though.”

Eeyore spun around. “Fall off? Why?”

Christopher shrugged. “It just will. That’s how the story goes.” Not to mention that she had made sure the costume pattern included that feature. “Don’t worry. Christopher Robin can always fix it.” She smiled and patted Eeyore on the shoulder.

Eeyore relaxed under the petting. “We should go. The party begins soon and I promised Naomi I would not be late.”

Christopher Robin gave a reluctant nod. She didn't want to share Eeyore just yet. But a captain should not arrive too late, even if she was only a little boy. Christopher Robin grinned.

“You’re never late,” she teased as they started for the door.

Eeyore glanced away before looking back at Christopher. “Naomi required reassurance.”

Christopher Robin smiled as she paused to gaze intently into the very human blue eyes beneath the floppy ears. “Naomi is lucky to have a friend like you,” she husked and finally broke the look only when Eeyore began to fidget under her smile.

“I love Halloween,” Christopher Robin exclaimed as they stepped into the corridor.


*If you're wondering why Seven, as Christopher Robin's uncontested favorite, is not Winnie-the-Pooh, it's because--despite the fantastic amusement I would have derived from the added twist of my sophisticated (and at times naughty) female leads as those sweet bossom buddies, so innocent and platonic--I could conceive of no one but Chakotay as the bear of very little brain. (It's enough to get me to write J/C, I swear.) Also...Eeyore happens to be MY favorite.

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