Title: Dress Whites
Fandom: ST: VOY
Characters: J/7
Prompts: white, red, black
Word Count: 300
Rating: General
Author's Note: Set on Voyager, a few days after "Endgame." Written for drabbles100, this is a 'super drabble,' 3 drabbles in 1.

Dress Whites

The burdens of blood and regret peeled from her flesh with her red and black uniform, she emerged absolved. White radiance trimmed in gold braid, she emerged a military angel.

And, one by one, silently, her officers fell in at her back as she walked toward the bay where the crew waited. She sparkled amid the grey and black that muted her officers, sunlight shining through a break in the cloud cover. Only a captain could wear the unrelieved white and gold.

Seven had never heard of angels, but she watched, rapt, as they moved toward each other from opposite directions.

Janeway’s hair was pinned up, her lips shaded an unusually dark red, and her pips and boots had been polished until they reflected the light. She was elegant, powerful, beautiful. Seven felt a sudden, confusing rush of possessive pride. This is my captain.

And then their paths intersected, Janeway smiled a welcome, and Seven fell into place, as intuitively as if she had drilled on the parade grounds. Just as easily, the others adjusted to make a place for her in their midst. They would serve as a living shield between her and this new world.

Seven gazed at Janeway as they walked on. The shoulders had always been squared, just like this, beneath the crimson slash of command, her step always smart, proud. What was different now? What was it about Janeway, swathed in white and adorned with gold?

They reached the bay doors and Janeway stepped aside for the others to precede her. She stopped Seven with a hand on her arm.

“I said once that I’d take you to Indiana,” she said. “I’d like to.” She squeezed Seven’s arm, grinned—sheepish and challenging at once—and was through the doors.

Seven had never heard of angels.

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