Gun Brooke's Janeway/Seven Advent Calendar 2009
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Sleepless in Space
Door 4
Janeway crawled toward the slumped form at the end of Jeffrey’s tube four. Seven
sat cradling her right hand, and to Janeway’s dismay, coagulated blood covered
most of it.
“Gods, Seven, what happened to you?” She turned to the Doctor who was right
behind her. “Look at her hand.” She managed to squeeze by Seven to give the
Doctor room to work.
“It’s a superficial cut,” he said.
“And?” Janeway didn’t like the deepening frown on his photonic forehead.
“That’s what worries me. Her nanoprobes should’ve taken care of this instantly.
She’s also physically drained and her blood pressure is merely 90/55.” He ran
the tricorder over Seven again. “As I thought. Her nanoprobes are dormant.
Something is very wrong.”
“Seven? Can you hear me?” Janeway cupped Seven’s pale cheek and shuddered as the
blond head lolled to her side.
“Captain?” Seven murmured and opened her eyes. “I apologize. I am not well.”
“It’s all right. We’ll get you to sickbay and the Doctor will figure out what’s
going on.”
“Do you think you can move, Seven? The computer is having a problem locking on
to your comm badge in this part of the ship.” The Doctor administered a
hypospray. As soon as we’re outside in the corridor, we’ll initiate a
site-to-site transport.”
“I will attempt my best effort.” Seven wobbled as she tried to crawl. Janeway
quickly wrapped her arm around Seven’s waist, holding on to her as she crawled
side by side.
“There you go. You’re doing fine.” Janeway steadied Seven as the Doctor opened
the hatch leading to the corridor on deck eleven. “Damn, there she goes!”
Seven staggered to the side and fell, pinning Janeway to the wall as the captain
tried to keep her upright.
“Computer, site-to-site transport of Seven of Nine, the Doctor, and myself to
sickbay.” Janeway held on firmly to Seven who was starting to slip.
“Initiating.”
Janeway felt herself rematerialize and to her surprise, the computer had
transported her and Seven directly onto the main biobed. Seven was lying half on
top of her, and Janeway was afraid to let go of her, in case she fell onto the
floor.
“It’s okay, Captain, you can let go. We’ve got her.” Tom Paris’ voice, for once
without its usual mirth, spoke close to them.
“All right.” Janeway slipped out from underneath Seven and grimaced as she felt
a group of muscles in her back protest against having crawled in Jeffrey’s
tubes, and then being squeezed by Seven’s much heavier body. “All right, Doctor.
Report.”
“As I said,” the Doctor said smartly, “her Borg implants, her nanoprobes, and
her cortical node, are more or less dormant. She’s depleted, which would suggest
that her alcove has not been able to sustain her lately. We’re going to have to
perform a diagnostic of it to be sure, but I think my deduction is a pretty safe
bet.”
“Very well. I’ll have Harry do it. B’Elanna has her hands full in engineering.”
Janeway regarded the pale face of the woman who had acted so defiantly in her
ready room last time they spoke. “So, what else can we do?”
“She needs nourishment. She needs rest. Frankly, she needs what any human needs
who doesn’t have Borg technology throughout their system.”
“I do not want to remain here.” Seven fought to sit up.
Knowing how stubborn her astrometrics officer were, Janeway placed an arm around
Seven’s shoulder and helped her up. “You have to stay here until you feel
better.”
“You heard the Doctor. I need sustenance and rest. I do not have to be here to
eat and sleep. I can do that in Cargobay Two.”
“That’s hardly a restful environment,” Janeway objected. “People come and go
there all the time. When you regenerate, you are oblivious to it—“
“I am not.”
“What?”
“I am not ‘oblivious’ to it. When I regenerate, I am fully aware of crew members
entering and exiting. You often come to keep me company, for instance.”
Janeway froze. “Oh.” Seven knows?
“Still, the captain is right. You need calm and restful surroundings, with a
replicator handy.” Tom spoke gently. “We have to figure out where to set up your
own quarters until the Doctor and Harry have figured out how to…eh…repair your
systems.”
“There’s only one viable solution.” Janeway spoke hastily, perhaps so she
wouldn’t chicken out. “I don’t think Seven should stay anywhere alone when she’s
this vulnerable. She will stay with me.”