Gun Brooke's Janeway/Seven Advent Calendar 2009
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek Voyager and it's original characters, and I'm only borrowing them to play with a little. No dollars (or any other currency) made - and no copyright infringement intended.
Sleepless in Space
Door 3
Seven crawled further into the Jeffrey’s tube, pulling her tool box with her. It
was highly illogical, but it was as if the tool box was twice as heavy as it
normally was. She had been in and
out of one Jeffrey’s tube after another for the last eight hours, doing a job
she was highly over qualified to do. Several of the crewmen assigned to
engineering had become ill and B’Elanna was understaffed.
Seven blinked repeatedly. The last hour she had battled against a strange sort
of visual impairment. Seven had heard about tunnel vision, but never experienced
it until now. Not even her ocular implant seemed to function properly.
Seven reached the junction where the failing circuits needed replacing. She
scooted close and removed the hatch. Unprepared for how heavy it felt, she
nearly dropped it. She changed her grip quickly, and felt the sharp edge dig
into her human hand, cutting her palm.
“Oh.” The pain wasn’t surprising. Unlike some rumors among the Voyager crew,
Seven wasn’t immune to pain, but she was more resilient than most. To react this
much to a mere cut was not like her. Clearly her fatigue made her more
vulnerable.
“B’Elanna
to Seven of Nine.”
“Seven here. Go ahead.”
“I’m
going off my duty shift now. How much do you have left to do?”
“Merely one more set of circuits, Lieutenant.”
“Good.
Thanks, Seven. You’ve been a great help.
I know you weren’t prepared to actually
crawl through Jeffrey’s tubes.”
“It needed to be done.”
“So
true. See you later, then. B’Elanna out.”
Seven sank back against the wall, pressing her bleeding hand against her chest,
while looking for a derma fuser in the tool kit. She knew that most of the
crewmen kept personal ones, even if it the Doctor disapproved, for minor cuts
and bruises. She was out of luck; apparently this crewman was minding the
Doctor’s orders.
So tired she could hardly see, Seven closed her eyes and leaned her head against
the wall behind her. It felt quite good, and she decided to rest for just a
moment before she installed the last circuits.
Suddenly she flinched, nearly falling sideways, not sure what woke her, or how
long she had been asleep. Her internal chronometer must be malfunctioning, she
decided, as it would suggest that four hours had passed since she cut her hand.
She examined her palm and realized the cut was deeper than she thought.
“Seven! Are you there?” A distinct
female voice, easily recognizable as Captain Janeway’s called out from a
distance. “I see a light, Tuvok. I think she’s up there. Seven, are you all
right?”
“I…” Seven coughed, appalled at how weak her voice sounded. “I am…not well,
Captain,” she managed to reply.
“I can’t hear you, Seven, but don’t worry. I’m on my way.”