#also if anyone is interested in betaing the s1 Picard fic i'm writing feel free to dm me.

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For the writer’s ask game: 🖍 and 🤔

from this ask game

🖍: Post any sentence from your wip.

I have a few wips rn but the one I'm actually hoping to finish and post soon-ish is a post s1 Picard fic from Seven and Raffi's pov. a large part of it is shippy but there's a lot of other stuff too including this scene where Seven goes back to the Artifact to find Hugh's body and bury him. (yeah I know this says sentence but uh... here's a full page instead.)

When she looked down at Hugh’s body, face grey and body stiff (like he’s returning to the drone they all are underneath), Seven saw someone who deserved to live.

They were never close friends. They might not had even been friends. Hugh found Seven a few months after Voyager returned and explained that he was an ex-Borg as well, that his unimatrix was split off from the Collective after he encountered a Starfleet vessel and after conflict and infighting, he and thirty others had made it to the Federation. He said that ten more had died in surgery and Seven noticed that Hugh’s scars looked fresher than her’s.

Apparently, as Hugh relayed, he nearly wept after finding out there was another ‘liberated Borg’ (as he said back then, long before the word xB crossed anyone’s lips) on a famous Starfleet ship. And, “Who knows how many more are out there? How many more need our help?” He sounded so hopeful and Seven remembered brusquely asking him to leave. Other former Borg weren’t her concern, she already had Icheb after all, and the last thing Seven wanted were more people pointing out the fact she wasn’t human.

Two years later she left Earth after realizing that no matter what she did and how she acted, no one would think of her as human anyways. 

And six years after that, Seven watched Icheb be dissected on a lab table and she started to see Hugh’s point. Maybe sentimentality does have tactical value.

And that same year, before Seven could offer any overtures of an apology, Hugh launched the Borg Reclamation Project. And the Romulans sold Borg parts to the same cruel underground that killed her son, creating more demand that she knew wouldn’t be satisfied with words like ‘ethically obtained’. Seven noticed idealism often clouded people’s vision to what was right in front of them. 

They still crossed paths on occasion, mostly when Seven met an xB who needed help or on the occasion when Hugh needed a favor. There were a few subspace messages – Seven asking if Hugh knew a safe doctor to see after she dislocated her arm beyond her own ability to repair. Or another time when Hugh needed a favor on one of the worlds the Rangers patrolled.

The point was – Hugh had long since figured out that Seven didn’t care for his project or his idealism and would happily forget that she was an ex-Borg, xB, whatever the hell you want to call people like them, if anyone would let her. 

The point was – Hugh was better than her. He cared more. He wanted a community, a culture, in some broken old Cube. And look where it had gotten him.

Seven picked up his body from the floor. “Are you coming?” she asked the two xBs in front of her.

When neither of them answered, she walked away with Hugh in her arms. These people weren’t her concern. 

They were lost, leaderless, broken. They were what Seven could have been so easily if a Starfleet Captain didn’t look at a Borg drone and give her dreams of humanity. 

She looked back for just a second.

But Seven lacked Hugh’s earnest hope of a better future and certainly didn’t have Janeway’s hero complex. They deserved someone better than her.

🤔: What's a story you'd love to write but haven't even started yet?

(glances at the notes app on my phone and laughs nervously)

out of the seven years of prompts/ideas I've gathered, I'm probably most likely to write the Star Trek ones at some point and the best ones are:

years after ds9, Jake goes through the death of a loved one and finds himself drawn back to Bajoran religion for the first time in a long while and

something about Voyager and the "died and came back wrong" trope as they come back to Earth and their family members start noticing that they aren't the same people and the grief that accompanies that realization (I did write a small scene of this from Janeway's sister's pov but I need to scrap the whole thing and start over)

i have about 3 fic ideas that are all just character studies of Seven through the lens of disability

a j7 fic where Picard era Seven and Voyager era Seven switch places

a post-ds9 fic where Worf and Ezri realize that since Klingon law doesn't differentiated between Trill hosts, they're still legally married and have to figure out how to get a divorce/annulment (more of a comedy with some moments about grief)

a Voyager/Gallifrey crossover (aka Janeway and Gallifrey era Romana are very similar and they Would Not Get Along)