"No…" she whispered, feeling a sudden
tightness in her chest.
"Seven?" B'Elanna happened to be walking
"Lieutenant?" Seven responded quickly
not realizing anyone was around her.
"Uh, did you say something?" B'Elanna
She took three seconds to answer. "No, I did
B'Elanna turned an eagle eye on her. "Are you
all right, you look like hell, Seven."
"I am tired, Lt… Perhaps I will take a
"Yeah, everything is ok here… for
now." B'Elanna looked at Seven oddly. "I'll hail you, if I
need you." The borg never required a
break!? What's up with her?
"Thank you." Seven replied and left
Seven headed for Cargo Bay Two, but she was
distracted by her inner thoughts. Entering what had become her quarters,
she went over to the controls on the second alcove and started keying in
a regeneration sequence when a sudden thought made her stop.
What if Kathryn cannot love me because I am borg!?
This caused Seven an increase in her despair
because she could not change that. She would always be Borg. It was part
of her; physically she needed the implants to survive. Seven surmised
that Kathryn was not repulsed by the implants themselves because
intimacy between them would not have occurred if she were.
No that wasn't it, but there could be a mental or
emotional reluctance to falling in love with an ex-borg drone that Seven
had not considered. How would Starfleet react to a partnership with the
enemy, even an ex-one. What if Captain
Janeway could never love me because of this?! Starfleet is her life. It
is what she is and I could no more change that than my Borg past. Nor
would I, because that is part of what I love about her regardless of the
pain it causes from having to share her.
Seven did not understand the emotional
repercussions of her actions to involve herself with Janeway all those
weeks ago. She could not have anticipated the immense feeling of loss
that would accompany what was called a 'break up'. She decided
that becoming human was an art in futility. Emotions were fleeting at
best, unstable, unreliable and unreasonable, she speculated. She was
better off when she was ignorant.
Seven was becoming increasingly angry and needed
to leave the Cargo Bay. The site of the Borg alcove made her ill at the
moment. In her confusion, she would not be able to regenerate now so she
opted to forego the process. It was mid-alpha shift, around 13:23 so she
decided to go to the Mess Hall to ingest some nutrients.
Upon entering, Neelix, the residential Talaxian
greeted her. "Seven! How are you? What can I get you?"
"Nutritional supplement thirty two would
Neelix made face at her selection. "Are you
sure I can't get you anything more… palatable."
"I am sure. Taste is irrelevant." She
stated. Just like emotions, she thought. Irrelevant.
He replicated it for her and she sat down at the
far corner facing the windows so she could stare at the stars.
It 18:25 when Janeway entered her quarters. She
glimpsed Seven in her bedroom as she took off her uniform jacket and
untucked the blue-grey tunic from her slacks.
"Seven?" Janeway questioned upon
entering her bedroom. "You're early." Janeway commented
secretly pleased. It meant they could start early tonight.
Seven was sitting on the bed looking profoundly
sad and Janeway wondered why, sincerely hoping it wasn't the same
problem they had been having. Every now and then Seven tried to change
the way things were between them, which only lead to heated arguments.
This evening Seven was determined to find out a
few truths before proceeding any further.
"I want you to tell me what is in your heart,
Kathryn." Seven would be stubborn until she got what she wanted. Of
course, she hadn't considered what she would do if Janeway did not
comply. Would she be strong enough to resist? They had rather heated
arguments in the past regarding this subject. Janeway would always say, 'lets
just see where it goes' and not commit to anything.
"Excuse me?!" Janeway asked stupefied,
placing a hand on her hip.
Feeling somewhat nervous, Seven looked up, deeply
into Kathryn's blue-grey eyes. "It is quite simple Kathryn. I wish
to know how you feel about me. I feel as if I am making love to the
Captain of a starship and not the woman, Kathryn Janeway."
"That's not true!" Janeway's voice rose
an octave. "I mean… technically I am the Captain, but when I'm in
here… with you, I am only Kathryn."
"You are in error. You are always the Captain…
always in control. Everything is your way or no way at all. You can't
relinquish control even with me or when we are alone. Are you… ashamed
of being with me?" Seven inquired praying that it wasn't true.
"Don't be absurd! I AM the Captain. This
relationship has to be my way; there is no other option. I've explained
that many times." She finished angrily. "What does it matter
Seven moved off the bed and knelt before Janeway
to hold her hands. "Because I love you and I want you to love me in
return, but I fear something to do with your command is preventing
you." She reflected. "I do not say this to injury you Kathryn,
but I need to know. You have never told me that you love me... I cannot
help but think that part of you is still afraid of what we have. You are
afraid your crew will find out and that it will affect your command. You
fear the consequences will hurt both of us."
A kneeling, tender and pleading Seven was too much
as Kathryn turned white faced. "I don't know… " She
responded in a feeble voice. "…what I feel." It sounded like
a good excuse to Janeway as she regained her composure. A good reason to
justify her actions without giving a real answer as to how she felt.
That answer baffled Seven. It was not what she had
expected. She expected Kathryn to fully agree with her and counter her
argument. Perhaps even admit that she cared for Seven, but couldn't give
her more because of her position on the ship.
"You do not know?!" The blonde echoed,
shaken. "How can you not know? We've been together over a month…
and I know what I feel for you!"
"Seven," Kathryn stood before her lover
and attempted to maintain a calm, soft face. "Please… don't do
this. This debate won't serve any useful purpose."
"No useful purpose!?" Seven felt
frustration, anger and fear erupt in her. "That is all you have to
"What do you want me to say?!" Janeway
pulled her hands away leaving Seven shocked and pale in the face.
Janeway went over to her bed and slumped down on it.
"I only want to know if you love me?"
Seven asked dejectedly after she stood up.
"I can't." Kathryn replied weakly.
"You know why." She affirmed quietly.
"I do not believe you." Seven exclaimed
turning around to face her lover. "I believe you feel more than you
want to admit."
"That's pretty presumptuous and if you
believe that then I don't know what else to tell you." Janeway
rebuked, hugging her legs to her chest on the edge of the bed.
"I think you do, you're just afraid to love
me unconditionally. Afraid to let me see what is inside, but I already
have… And I know it to be beautiful." Seven stated disheartened.
"The way I love you here." She pointed to her chest slightly
above her left breast, where her heart was currently breaking.
Janeway ground her teeth together, her face tight
and her eyes misty as emotions conflicted within.
Seven had nothing more to lose so she kept on
talking. It made her feel a little better. "I have nothing to gain
by loving you except your feelings. I have my choice of mates on
Voyager. I know of a few individuals who are attracted to me."
That brought a dark look from the Captain that she
"And I might even enjoy such a union
physically, but I cannot fathom loving them emotionally, half as much as
I love you."
"I do not desire your rank or the privileges
that come with it. I do not desire power over you only to be as equals
in here when we are away from the command structure. And as much as I
love you, I know I will always be second to your ship and crew. I accept
that and I understand it completely. You would not be the strong,
compassionate individual I love if you were any different."
"I do not know the real reason for your
hesitancy. I fear to think that maybe there is a deeper regret on your
part. Maybe you fear losing the respect of your crew because you are in
a relationship with me. That maybe you are embarrassed because I am a
female or perhaps because I was once Borg."
"I do not know what else to do or say for you
to open up to me. I do not know how to love you any more than I already
do." Seven's voice was pained.
"I know I agreed to this type of relationship
in the beginning and I apologize for reneging on that, but I was
ignorant and did not fully understand what I was getting into…"
She paused briefly to sniffle. "I need more than that now and I
clearly see that you cannot give me what I require… " her voice
was starting to crack. "It is not in our best interests to continue
this... " She stated remorseful.
Kathryn could only stare, her mouth agape as Seven
walked out of the bedroom and perhaps out of her life. Seven had told
her that she loved her before, but something was different in this
admission. Almost as if Seven were laying her soul bare for Kathryn to
She's walking out on me!
Janeway had watery build up in her eyes that she
fought valiantly to contain, which through some effort she did, forcibly
turning sorrow into anger at the gall of the younger woman to attempt to
screamed in her head as she realized that Seven truly intended to break
up with her. Swiftly, She ran after her lover.
"Wait!" Janeway shouted to make sure she
was heard. "Are you just going to leave me!? Just like that?!"
Stopping before the door, Seven turned to face
her. "Yes," She shot back. "It is for the best." She
confirmed, trying to be strong in her conviction despite feeling
melancholy. Kathryn needed time to think about what she said.
Perhaps an evening alone, would persuade her to
change her attitude, but probably not.
Seven knew it would be a good idea for her to leave, now.
"Don't I get a say in this?" Kathryn
"I am in need of regeneration." She lied
uncomfortably. Truthfully, she was emotionally spent and needed a
reprieve. "If you wish to discuss this further. I can meet you in
the Mess Hall… tomorrow." Seven knew Janeway would not want to
meet in a public place. She watched Janeway's eyes flicker her way,
confused and astounded. "Goodnight, Captain." The blonde
turned to walk through the automatic doors.
Fuming in silence for a few passing seconds, but
ultimately unable to accept this, Kathryn charged after her lover.
Furious at how this ended, Janeway followed her down the hallway.
Surprised, Seven glanced back momentarily
disoriented at the irate Captain who was hot on her trail through the
corridors of deck three.
"I'm not finished talking to you!" her
voice was loud.
She had a grimace on her face when they passed a
few crewmen who stared at the Captain cautiously while rushing by. They
assumed the Captain's mood was in regards to an argument she was having
with the difficult young woman… and they were right.
"There is nothing more to say, Cap-tain!"
Seven strolled faster trying to keep a pace above her Commanding
"Like hell there isn't!"
Seven of Nine entered the turbolift. "Deck
2," she called out to the computer and turned around in time to see
Janeway's face coming up close with a deep scowl etched on it just as
the door closed.
Entering the Mess Hall, Seven stopped by Neelix to
order a nutritional drink as the door hissed opened to reveal a
half-uniformed and very perturbed Captain Janeway with fire in her grey
"Uh oh," Neelix murmured to himself,
noticing something was wrong by her appearance alone.
The Captain's eyes swiveled mercilessly around the
room only stopping when they found the intended target; Seven of Nine.
She came to stand next to the blonde, leaned an elbow on the counter and
the other one on her hip in clearly an authoritative gesture, which
Seven was not impressed with.
She kept her tone low so only Neelix and Seven
could hear her. "We haven't finished our conversation."
Janeway spoke quietly.
"Yes we have."
"No," She drawled out slowly.
"There is still much we need to discuss."
"I want to discuss this now." Janeway
said through clenched teeth.
"No," Seven refused.
The auburn haired officer turned to Neelix.
"Would you excuse us for a moment?"
"Certainly Captain." He looked
cautiously at both women before vacating the premises.
"Now, why won't you talk to me all of a
"I have no problem with talking to you
Captain." Seven remarked easily.
"However," Seven interrupted. "you
usually don't care for what I have to say." She reinforced her
"That's not true."
"Yes it is." The young woman asserted.
"You're being unreasonable." Janeway
complained, her voice quivering with what Seven thought was extreme
"I do not wish to discuss it anymore…"
Seven stated firmly.
"And why not?"
"Because I tire of this attitude and I…
need time to think." Seven demanded, noticing the wince from the
Captain. That must have stung her pride. She could not control Seven.
The young blonde was no one's automaton.
Janeway was finding this difficult to accept.
"I order you to come back to my quarters so we can talk about this
Seven found that order extremely irksome and
uncalled for. The blonde turned exasperated, defiant ice blue eyes on
her Captain. "Are you prepared to put me in the brig if I disobey
Captain?" Seven challenged her, not appreciating the use of
Janeway's status and rank in a personal matter.
"At least you wouldn't be able to run from me
there!" Kathryn tried to keep her voice down, but heads were
starting to turn in their direction.
"God, You're stubborn." Janeway hissed.
"You are arrogant." Seven spat back.
"Good Captain's need to be."
"That is an unacceptable excuse."
The Captain sighed heavily. Despite her
aggressiveness, this was wearing her down. "Please talk to
me." Janeway pleaded with a stern frown still covering her face.
She was losing this verbal battle, losing Seven and she didn't want to
"I cannot give in to this Kathryn. If I do I
am affirming your position of authority over me."
"...But I am in a position of authority over
you! I'm the Captain!"
"Not in this. Not in the matters of my heart…
you are NOT!"
"That's what this is all about… isn't it?
Control?" Janeway looked around the room. It was late at night so
there were only a few cadets about, eating and chatting, but they were
looking at them warily. Apparently, they hadn't been so quiet after all.
"Yes," Seven hissed out slowly.
"Your control, my subservience… but no longer."
Janeway was now angry at the possibility that the
cat was out of the bag and pissed off that Seven's was dumping her!
"Fine," Janeway said gravely. She had
enough. "We're done." Her voice spoke raggedly, then she
turned on her heels and left the Mess Hall.
Seven's only visible reaction was a raised
eyebrow, wondering if she did the right thing in forcing the issue.
Somehow, her aching heart didn't think so.
A few days later Captain Kathryn Janeway was
sitting in her Ready Room going over Personnel reports, but she wasn't
concentrating enough to do them justice. She dropped the PADD
haphazardly to her desk and sighed. She had a headache that was growing
exponentially each day and it would not seem to let up.
The truth of the matter was that she had Seven of
Nine on her mind and it wouldn't go away. She missed the young woman in
her bed at night. She missed the physicality badly. Janeway felt like
she was going through severe withdrawal symptoms.
My feelings are inconsequential. I cannot love
anyone completely because I'm married to Voyager.
She knew it was for the best and should have
suspected that the young woman would grow up emotionally eventually. She
just hadn't figured it would be so soon. She honestly thought she had
years before Seven would develop any real feelings of love or
commitment. Yet, all it took was a few weeks to figure out that she
wanted more than her Captain could give her. The Captain felt guilty and
remorseful for what she put the young woman through. Seven had meant
what she said in her quarters that night, but Janeway felt helpless to
do anything about it. Seven had literally, laid her heart out and
Janeway slapped it down as if the young woman's love was meaningless.
She didn't mean to imply that, but she didn't want to give the woman
false hopes either.
Completely confounded at own her behavior, she was
at a loss at what to do when her thoughts were interrupted.
"Captain to the Bridge."
Came Chakotay's voice through the Comm system.
She stepped out onto the Bridge grateful for the
"Looks like we have a derelict ship off our
port bow. No life signs." Her first officer informed her.
"What happened to them?" Janeway asked
moving towards the viewscreen for a better look.
"The vessel has multiple hull breaches due to
heavy weapons fire of unknown origin." Tuvok disclosed.
"Unknown origin?" Janeway was perplexed.
"You can't tell what kind of weaponry caused this?"
"No, however from my scans of the weapon's
energy trail, I can tell it is significantly more advanced than
"Go to yellow alert. Harry I want you to run
continuous scans for any ships in the vicinity. I want to know as soon
as anything appears."
"I take it we don't know who they are?"
She rubbed the side of her head with a finger, thinking. She looked
around and multiple heads nodded, 'no'.
"So what do think Commander?" She
smirked at him. "Want to lead an away team?"
"I thought you'd never ask," he said
before heading to the turbolift.
Chakotay assembled his away team consisting of
himself, Seven of Nine, and two ensigns from security, Ayala and Mulcahy.
They put on environmental suits, donned wrist lights and armed
themselves each with a compression rifle.
They beamed over onto what they assumed was the
Bridge. It was dark and eerie as Chakotay flipped his wrist light on.
Looking around, he saw the first body of the dead crew. They were
humanoid and preserved well by the vacuum of space. He noticed their
skin color as similar to that of humans after death. This particular
alien had light green long hair, straw like and spot markings on the
sides of the face. The nose and facial features could almost pass as
human. Moving his light down he counted five fingers and normal
appendages, signifying they were bipedal humanoids.
"Have you met them before?" He asked
Seven, who was nearby trying to bring power to a computer console.
"No," She answered succinctly. "I
am going to find the Engineering section, see if I can bring the power
"Wait!" Chakotay turned to her.
"What for? These people are dead, it won't do them any good."
Seven sighed visibly at having to explain.
"Yes, but if we can access their systems perhaps we can find out
what happened to them." She asserted logically.
"This ship is more advanced that Voyager.
Their data logs might not be compatible."
"That is a possible risk." Her tone was
edgy and laced with annoyance. "Do you want me to try or not?"
Seven asked with impatience.
Chakotay had received many complaints regarding
the ex-borg's attitude the last few days and upon mentioning it to
Janeway, he received a disgusted look that had confounded him.
Especially when Janeway had told him that it was his decision on how he
wanted to discipline the young woman if she stepped out of line. She had
given him full authority and more than suggested that he take care of
it. It was odd because Kathryn had personally seen to all the Borg's
discipline in the past. Why stop now?
"All right," he said to Seven not
appreciating her tone. "Go ahead for now, take Ayala with
She nodded, and after a few words with Ayala, they
left down a dark corridor disappearing from his view.
A few hours later, Seven managed to get partial
power back online despite the foreign alien language, advanced systems
and the small headache that persisted in annoying her on an off.
Chakotay met her in the Engineering room. It was
hard to see except for the blue emergency lights trying to break through
the darkness. Using his wrist light, he quickly found Seven in the far
corner, studying a crystal of somekind.
She pulled out the crystal shard that resembled a
hard deep blue diamond half the size of an isolinear chip. It about an
inch and a half tall and a half inch wide.
"I believe this crystal contains data."
She informed him as he walked up to her.
"Is it compatible with Voyager?"
"Unlikely, but I believe this device here
will read it." She paused. "With your permission?"
"Go right ahead." He eyed her
She placed it in the hole of what she guessed was
the reader and the screen above it came to life.
"We are under attack! We are outnumbered four
to one. The Visaati are unwilling to negotiate passage demanding that we
leave their space, but that was impossible without assistance. Our
systems were severely damaged by a class 10 ion storm. Our quantum core
is offline and we can't repair it so far from home without replacement
parts. Our best defense, our cloaking device is offline as well. We have
no choice but to fight, but I know in our current condition that we will
not survive. Unfortunately for us, their technology is on par with our
own rendering our shields ineffectual against their transphasic
torpedoes. Per my Captain's permission, we are sending this via an
encoded subspace message to any Zyotan ships within 50 light years. We
are sending coordinates of the exact location of the ion storm and its
probable heading warning all vessels to avoid this area of space because
of its violent spec---."
"The message ends there." Seven informed
him. "Most likely that was when the hull breach occurred in
Chakotay was about to reply when a combadge
chirped interrupting him.
"Voyager to away team."
Came Janeway's voice.
"Just to let you know, we've spotted a ship
heading in our direction approximately four light years away. The hull
configuration matches that of our derelict here. Have you found anything
"We found a data crystal with some
interesting information on it, but we haven't finished looking
around." He informed her.
"Understood, Commander, I look forward to
hearing it. Janeway out."
Chakotay turned to face Seven hearing the tension
in her voice. "I believe we should leave now."
"Why?" Chakotay didn't understand.
"That ship is almost four light-years away. It would take over a
day to reach us at warp nine."
She motioned for him to follow her via her wrist
light to a small round tubular casing, which resembled Voyager's warp
core in design if not functionality.
"It's a quantum based drive. I do not know if
it could be classified as slipstream or transwarp, but I can estimate
accurately that it is capable of travelling significantly faster than
Voyager's top speed."
Chakotay's brow furrowed.
"It could arrive here in mere minutes, not
the estimated 24 hours."
"Chakotay to Transporter Room one, beam us
Before they dematerialized, Chakotay gave Seven a
As he was leaving Transporter Room One, Chakotay
ordered Seven to report to the Conference Room after she changed out of
her environmental suit.
He went to the locker room on deck 2, changed into
his uniform before proceeding to the Bridge. He explained the situation
to the Captain and taking no chances, not knowing if they were allies of
the derelict or the ones who destroyed it, she ordered Mr. Paris to go
to warp nine.
He then asked the Captain to join him in the
Conference Room as he explained the rest of what the away team had found
and what the ex-borg had withheld for hours.
Janeway knew Chakotay was upset by the look on his
face and his tone. He was usually a very quiet man and it took a lot to
upset him. She was surprised this irked him so much. However, the issues
were steadily increasing with regards to the young woman.
Janeway shook her head. I
should have never gotten involved with the strong willed-woman, but I
certainly don't regret what we shared. I still miss it.
Swallowing quietly, the Captain forced herself to
calm down, as the thoughts alone awoke her body's needs.
Just then Seven of Nine chimed for admittance.
Janeway cleared her throat. "Come."
She strolled in and stood at attention linking her
hands behind her back. She was dismayed to find the Captain present and
it showed even on her placid face. Seeing her ex-lover brought unwanted
emotions and such regret. Yet she was grateful the headache had
disappeared for the time being.
"Chakotay tells me you withheld vital
information." Janeway stated evenly, although her body was crying
out to touch the young woman. It was very distracting.
Seven stared at him. "I estimated it would
take months if not years to figure out how the quantum based drive
functions, especially since it was difficult for me to translate key
words of the language let alone the core's specifications."
"Why didn't you mention this earlier."
He asked her acerbically. "We could have had B'Elanna take a look
at it. Maybe the two of you could have adapted some of the technology to
Voyager. This could have been an opportunity to get us closer to
"I did not deem it relevant at the
time." Seven recanted firmly.
"You seemed to figure it out pretty well in a
few hours." He added, not letting it rest how irritated he was.
"The language was similar to species 1205,
but is it not exact. There are subtle differences that makes the
"That does not give you the right to withhold
this information! Regardless of that, we could have taken the technology
with us and left this system earlier if you had informed me right
"Chakotay…." The Captain put a hand on
his shoulder to calm him down.
"The drive cannot be--"
"You should have informed him." Janeway
interrupted Seven without looking at her. "I want you to go over
Starfleet away mission protocols again. If you have any questions, ask
Ensign Kim. He's very good with the interpretations of the
"Understood," Seven stated, her face hot
with anger. "…And I apologize for my error, Commander. If you
wish, we can still go back and tractor beam the entire ship to the Alpha
Quadrant." She provoked him intentionally, knowing that was an
impossibility. The alien ship was too large, a massive power drain and
Voyager would not have been able to go to Warp.
"We could've dismantled the core, taken key
components with us and worked on it afterwards!" Chakotay retorted
"That would have taken days. I take it you
did not notice that the core was welded to the sub structure of the
ship?" Seven was confounded by his oversight. "If you want the
data that much, perhaps you and Lt. Torres should have stayed
behind." Seven added arrogantly.
"Seven… " Janeway warned her.
Chakotay's face turned beet red. He was seething
inside. "I was your commanding officer! It was your duty to inform
me, no matter how insignificant!"
"There was no time. Conveying the information
was pointless under these circumstances!" Seven retorted heatedly.
"That will be enough!" Janeway shot her
a force ten glare. "Seven, you're dismissed!"
Seven nodded defiantly and left.
"Honestly, Kathryn. I don't know why you kept
her onboard." He commented disdainfully.
Kathryn looked at him stunned. "That's
uncalled for Commander." Janeway responded sternly.
"I don't know how you do it."
"Chakotay, I know she's difficult and
stubborn, but she has saved our necks more than once. We couldn't have
gotten this far without her."
"Perhaps," he allowed. "but if she
doesn't change her attitude, she's going to be spending a lot more time
in the brig."
Janeway chose to ignore the comment. "She's
probably just going through a phase. She needs time to adjust, that's
all." Janeway assumed, guessing at the real reason that had Seven
"Adjust?!" he said dumbfounded.
"She's had four years to adjust. How many years does it take
Janeway turned a sharp eye upon him. "I don't
know Commander." Her voice was low but laced with contempt.
"How many years does it take to regain your humanity after 18 years
as a Borg drone!?"
Chakotay blinked, slightly jolted at his Captain's
defensive outburst. "I hope your right, Kathryn, for all our
She didn't want to have this conversation.
"That will be all Commander."
He nodded and left.
"I hope so too." She whispered to
herself after she was alone.
Slouched in her command chair while leaning on her
hand in deep thought, Captain Janeway was overwhelmed with her personal
problems regarding a young blonde female when Ensign Kim rudely
"Captain!" Ensign Kim shouted. "We
have a ship dead ahead. It's in our flight path!"
"Onscreen," Chakotay ordered,
recognizing it immediately as soon as the image came up on the viewer.
"It matches the description of the vessel we were on."
A ship appeared at a dead stop only hundred
thousand kilometers in front of Voyager's current trajectory.
"Full stop," she commanded. "Raise
"Coming out of warp." Tom announced.
Just then a dozen aliens appeared on the Bridge
brandishing weapons. There were two aliens for every officer and they
were quickly cornered and subdued. Chakotay examined the living version
of the dead humanoids they recently left behind on a derelict vessel.
They had silvery white uniforms brandished with emerald green stripes
crisscrossing the torso. Gold colored braids were interwoven in their
long light green hair. They were actually a good-looking race.
"What the hell are you doing on my
vessel?!" Janeway threatened, not considering their aesthetic
appeal while her ship was in danger.
"Sarj di ha lo mekja." The alien in
front of Janeway spoke in a smooth tone, but it was gibberish to her.
"The translator's aren't working."
Janeway mentioned to Chakotay.
"Tik lome nok wun daw."
"I can't understand you." She replied
The alien before her looked past her to another of
his kind. "Sheek nok." He said and the alien ran a scanner
over one of the back wall consoles.
The alien took a few minutes to scan Voyager's
database before he joined the one next to Janeway. He looked at the
device appearing to study the data and after an agonizing minute he
"Can you understand me now?" The alien
said in smooth North American English.
"Yes," Janeway was grateful for that.
"My name is Captain Janeway. Just what are you doing invading my
"I believe you are in violation here Captain.
We found traces of your species DNA on one of our vessels that we found
dead in space only a quarter light year from here. The area your ship
recently left. I should be asking you, why you boarded one of our
"We're explorers. We were only trying to find
out what happened to the crew. We didn't realize we were violating one
of your laws. You have our sincerest apologies for our ignorance. I
assure you it won't happen again. You should also know that we did not
destroy your ship." She tried to explain adamantly. Voyager would
not last in a fire fight with their firepower therefore a little sucking
up was necessary.
"I know your ship is not capable of it. I was
merely testing you." He admitted and smiled, showing perfectly
white teeth. "I was wondering if you found anything out with your
investigation. It is my responsibility to report to my superiors what
happened. However, we could not find any data crystals onboard."
"I would be more than happy to assist you,
but not on the end of a weapon." She warned him.
He gave a hand signal to his men and they lowered
their weapons. He gave his own weapon to an alien next to him, said
something in their language and all the aliens except the leader
disappeared in eleven clouds of sparkles.
Janeway was impressed with their technology, but
still mad at their audacity.
"I don't appreciate having my ship overrun
with strangers." She remarked coldly.
"I apologize for my brashness Captain Janeway."
He bowed. "I have found that most technologically inferior species
resort to violence at our perceived superiority and thus they end up
attacking us before we have an opportunity to communicate our
intentions, thus destroying themselves in the process." He
"Since we have the technology, we use this
method to not only dissuade violence, but to download and learn your
language, so we may converse. We are not a violent race Captain and I
have no intentions of commandeering your vessel. We seek exploration,
such as yourselves."
"That's good to know." Janeway still
wasn't pleased about it, but she let it go for now since he was
weaponless and currently at their mercy despite his clearly
"So whom am I speaking with?" Janeway
"I am Captain Kree of the Kreytor. I am of
the Zyotan race."
"Now that the pleasantries are out of the
way. What information do you require?"
"I was wondering if you came across who was
responsible for the destruction of our sister ship?"
Chakotay spoke up. "We viewed a data crystal
that told us of a race called the Visaati."
"Do you know where this crystal is?"
"No," Chakotay answered puzzled. "I
thought we left it the Engineering section of your vessel. In the
Kree arched an eyebrow. "I assure there was
no such crystal found in that department. Can you recite the
"They said they ran into a severe ion storm
before engaging a species called the Visaati. From the message I would
say they were too damaged from the storm to fight back. Other than that
we don't know much."
"Is that all?"
"I'm afraid so, but if you need a more
detailed account, then one of our crew members, Seven of Nine might be
able to assist you. She was with me when we viewed the message." She
might even have your crystal, he thought rudely. He hadn't seen her
take it, but it wouldn't surprise him if she did.
"Seven of Nine. That's an unusual name. May I
speak with this individual?"
"Of course, I'll take you to her."
Janeway broke in. "Follow me," she suggested wanting to speak
with Captain Kree without the entire Bridge crew listening.
Besides, she wouldn't dare send the Commander
after the recent disagreement and Janeway haphazardly wondered if Seven
had taken the crystal without telling anyone.
While in the turbolift, Janeway made sure of
Seven's location before ordering the turbolift to deck 5.
"I feel indebted to you Captain for this
information. I feel it necessary to apologize again for our forwardness,
but it has helped to save more lives than it has costed. Nevertheless,
in repayment for the invasion of your vessel, I will escort you through
this area of space if you so wish it."
Captain Janeway looked on his countenance with new
eyes and she managed a small smile. "That really isn't
"This is a dangerous area of space if the
Visaati are here, Captain."
"I take you've come across them before?"
"Yes a few times… with unfortunate
consequences for both sides." His eyes flickered over hers.
"You would not survive Captain. No insult intended."
"Non taken." Janeway grinned. "You
sure it's not out of your way."
"I assure you, it is not."
"I should probably tell you it’s a
possibility that one of my crewman took your data crystal." She
told him reluctantly.
"For what purpose?"
"To study it most likely."
"That is an honorable reason."
She looked at him surprised. He wasn't very
concerned about it all. "I apologize if that is true… and I
assure you she will be reprimanded--"
He rose a hand up and shook his head. "It is
no matter. I am more grateful in acquiring the information that in
punishing a member of your crew."
Captain Janeway entered the Astrometrics Lab to
find Seven of Nine at the main console. Her face was serious and stern
as she turned to glimpse her visitors. The Captain hoped she would be
respectful to their guest.
"Seven of Nine," Janeway motioned to her
Astrometrics Officer. "I would like you to meet Captain Kree."
Seven stopped what she was doing and turned
completely around to tilt her head in greeting.
Captain Kree froze. "Stroyka!" His face
paled severely as he stared at her, his breathing came in quick gasps.
"Are you all right!" Janeway was about
to call for a medical emergency.
"Y-Yes, I am all right." He croaked
unevenly. "My… My people have never seen--"
Seven cut him off assuming that his problem was
fear. "You are referring to my implants. I am no longer Borg. I
assure you, I am no threat to you or any of your kind." She stated
"Um," Kree knew that wasn't the reason,
but he let it go for now. "Of course, how… silly of me."
Janeway switched her eyes from Seven back to Kree.
There was more from his reaction to Seven than he verbalized. The way he
was looking at Seven seemed almost reverent. Janeway felt a pang of
jealousy in her chest, but shrugged if off quickly.
The Captain explained everything to Seven and the
former drone informed them that she did indeed have the crystal in Cargo
Bay Two, much to Janeway's chagrin. Seven went on to recite the message
word for word, giving the additional details that the Commander could
Janeway watched her avidly. Seven acted like she
had done nothing wrong. She gave no indication of any kind of remorse at
her blatant disregard for protocol.
Yet to Janeway's increasing irritation, Kree
seemed overly impressed with the young blonde and he didn't attempt to
"Captain," he asked, with a bright
smile. "If you don't mind, since we will be travelling together for
awhile." He seemed almost shy. "Would it be possible if Seven
of Nine could give me a tour of your ship?"
He asked like I was going to say no. She
wanted to scream no, but her diplomatic training prevented her. "Of
course, Seven would be happy to give you a tour of Voyager. Although, I
suspect it won't live up to your standards."
"On the contrary, I find it most exciting to
learn about different species. We learn the most when we study the past.
This is like a history lesson. We are not that different Captain."
"I agree," The Captain stated, but she
was distracted as she glimpsed Seven looking inquisitively at Captain
Kree. "Seven, when you're finished here, I'd like to have a word
with you." She said a bit harsher than she planned to and the
visiting Captain looked at her somewhat puzzled. Turning back to Kree.
"Well, if you'll excuse me, I have duties to attend to." She
said quickly before leaving.
Seven politely gave him a tour of the ship and
stopped by the Cargo Bay enroute to retrieve his data crystal.
Upon entering the Cargo Bay, she spotted the
crystal on top of her terminal. She picked it up and studied it for a
few seconds before handing to Kree, a twinkle of regret in her eye.
"Here," Seven stated as he took it from
her. "I apologize for taking it."
"Why did you?" he asked curiously.
"None of your technology can read it."
"Sentimental value," She linked her
hands behind her back.
"This?" He raised both eyebrows. "A
"It reminds me of… " Seven faltered
briefly. "Something I've lost."
Kree noted her hesitancy and decided not to probe
further. "Shall we continue on with the tour?"
As they headed out, she re-examined her reasons
for appropriating the crystal. Its shape and transparent properties were
inspiring and reminded her of the Omega molecule. Yet it had an alluring
internal azure color swirling within the individual glass shards that,
much to Seven's surprise,… also resembled Kathryn's eyes, most notably
Endlessly deep blue, clear, emotive… riveting…
That was the deciding moment when she had
impulsively decided to take it, despite Starfleet regulations.
Bringing her focus back to the task at hand, Seven
decided to show the alien Captain the lower sections of the ship first
starting with Engineering. She explained the nuances of the Warp core
and inquired as to how his engines worked. She was most curious if they
were compatible with Voyager, but Kree gave little information moving on
quickly to questions about Voyager.
Continuing to other departments, she explained the
basic functions of each and introduced him to the crew on duty. Seven
found Kree to be an avid listener. He paid close attention and asked
Finishing up her tour at the Mess Hall, Seven
decided to converse with him for an additional few minutes while
ingesting her evening nutritional supplement. After asking a few
questions regarding Kree's culinary preferences, Mr. Neelix whipped up a
more than suitable meal for his palate.
As she observed this individual, Seven decided she
liked this alien Captain. He acted very similar to humans to her
surprise yet he was logical, but not in such a way as to detract from
his personable good nature. He also seemed quite taken with her.
"Captain Kree, May I ask you a
"Of course, Annika." He said, easily.
Once Seven told him her human designation he insisted on calling her
that, much to her irritation. She knew he meant well after how he
reacted to her story of being taken by the Borg at such a young age, but
she still wasn't sure how she felt about her given name. She always
insisted on being called Seven, therefore, wasn't used to hearing it.
"What does 'Stroyka' mean?" She
He looked up at Seven, with a profound gaze.
"It's a religious term. It's a rather long story, but… I will try
and give you the concise version." He paused to gather his
thoughts. "Legend has it that she arrived on our planet before our
species existed. There was only animal and plant life at that time in
our history. As far as we can estimate from historians and geological
surveys, our planet was dying. They believed it to be caused by our
proximity to a star that went supernova. The resulting energy wave would
have completely obliterated our world, leaving a dry dead wasteland in
its wake. This would have destroyed our planet thousands of years before
evolution created us, the Zyotan people. The legend is that she, the 'Stroyka',
somehow saved our planet."
"That is very interesting if not
plausible." Seven stated, not meaning to be disrespectful.
He continued, not answering her doubt. "Of
course over the years, our people eventually assumed that she did it by
technological means, but we have no way of knowing for sure. The fact
remains that she somehow protected our planet. It was this act that gave
us the opportunity for life." He stated with pride.
"Has anyone ever seen this 'Stroyka' in
"No, but there have been unexplained
incidences that we attribute to her. We believe she is present in spirit
if not in body."
"There are so many unexplained cases; most
notably the healing of the sick and injured."
Seven did not believe, but she would not deny him
"There's a statue of her in one of our
cities. I always assumed, she created it so we would remember what she
had done for us. There is an inscription on the base of the statue that
Seven rose an eyebrow sharply. "She
represents a goddess to you."
"No, not really. We honor her yes, but we
know now that she was an advanced form of life. Perhaps an alien, who
did a kind deed for a world still developing."
He laughed slightly. "As you probably
guessed, you resemble that statue. I apologize for my reaction, but it
couldn't be helped really. A living legend is… an odd thing to come
across in person." He finished almost nervously.
"I believe I understand." Seven remarked
trying to bring the topic to a close. She would not accept any type of
idol worship on her part. After all, she was part Borg. Nothing about
her deserved to be worshiped.
Frowning at how those thoughts invaded her mind,
Seven noticed a painful headache developing in her skull.
"Are you ok?" He asked cautiously,
hoping he didn't say anything to upset her.
"Yes, I am simply tired. If you don’t mind,
I will escort you back to Transporter Room One. I still have to talk
with my Captain before I can regenerate." She did not look forward
to that conversation.
"Of course," he agreed.
Seven of Nine pressed the chime requesting
admittance to the Captain's quarters. The door opened to reveal the
Captain lounging on her long sofa with a glass in her hand as she was
gazing out at the starfield.
The windows above the couch allowed the Captain to
see by simply leaning back. It allowed her mind to drift or at least it
used to. Lately, severe headaches and regret filled her mind, making it
difficult to function let alone daydream.
"Captain." Seven greeted evenly as her
blood quickened at the site of her ex-lover.
"Seven," She pinched the bridge between
her nose. "We need to talk."
"Regarding?" Seven asked, playing dumb,
figuring it was about her lapse in protocol again. She had taken the
data crystal without permission.
"Regarding us," Janeway responded
Apparently the incident with the crystal was not
foremost on her Captain's mind and any punishment temporarily rescinded,
Seven estimated. "I see." However, she did not think anything
had changed in her Captain's attitude, but she would give her the chance
to prove it.
"Tell me what do you see when you look at
me?" Seven asked her.
Janeway looked up at Seven for the first time
since she entered her quarters. The longing pounded in her veins at how
much she wanted to touch the young woman. "I see only you. How
beautiful you are." She let her gaze drop. "I still desire
you, you know? I still… care for you... more than anyone else on this
ship." She added for emphasis.
"…But you are not in love me?" She
"Seven," Janeway started to say
delicately. "I enjoy your company. The time we spend together is…
valuable to me. I--"
"Is it because I am borg?"
"You imply that cannot love me. Is it because
I was once Borg?!" Seven asked clearly upset.
Janeway swallowed hard. "That has nothing to
do with it!"
"I'm sorry, Seven. I truly am… but I… I
can't… but it doesn't mean we can't have--"
"Then why did you initiate a sexual
relationship with me?!" Seven questioned angrily interrupting her
Janeway had trouble getting the words out. Her
mouth fumbled between opening and closing. "It felt like the right
thing to do at the time." She finally responded softly.
"You were misguided!" Seven claimed,
anger coursing through her.
"Maybe so! But you need to try and understand
that I have needs like every other human being. It's just that… I'm
the Captain. I cannot let myself fall in love with a member of my
"You never intended for us to be anything
more…" Seven deduced softly, the knowledge wrenching her heart
around in her chest. "You started this… knowing that." Seven
felt utterly used and her heart ached because of it.
Kathryn shifted her gaze away from Seven's eyes.
"I'm sorry." She managed to say. "I cannot love you
emotionally, but I'm willing to love you physically. Why can't that be
enough?" Janeway moved closer, desperately wanting to touch Seven.
Seven stepped back. "It is selfish. It can
never be enough."
"Why did you have to go and fall in love with
me?" Janeway accused her. "I mean you're a Borg for god
Seven was taking in deep breaths at this
revelation. "You thought I would not develop deep emotions because
I was Borg. You knew I was ignorant in this. You used me for your own
selfish purposes. You deceived me." Seven's pupils were large and
black, the outrage churned inside her bones simultaneously as her heart
was being crushed by this newfound knowledge.
Janeway was momentarily disturbed at why this
crestfallen face of Seven's didn't bother her as much as it should. This
arguing was fueling her body. An intense arousal cascaded over her. She
wanted Seven in a bad way… Needed her.
"It wasn't like that. It's not what you
think." Janeway tried to say, but failed at having a reasonable
explanation for her actions.
"You seduced me. Coerced me into a
relationship with you fully knowing that you could never give more. You
risked my emotional stability to satisfy your isolation. YOUR
"That's enough!" Janeway yelled, closing
the distance, intentionally invading the young woman's personal space to
stare eye to eye with her. "I may have treated you
unprofessionally, but I will not tolerate blatant disrespect."
"Disrespect Captain?" Seven mocked.
"I'll leave that to you." Seven turned on her heels to leave.
"Please…" Janeway begged. "You
Seven abruptly stopped. She was not immune to
either Janeway's flirtations or her pain. Seven knew her defenses had
been weakening because of the separation. She knew that the longer she
kept hoping, the harder it would be for her in the long term.
"You are right, I do not." Seven agreed
yet her options were few, her only real choice clear. She had to finally
terminate the relationship completely. Reluctantly, she proceeded to
Kathryn stepped into her path. "I need you…"
She breathed out, unsure where this was coming from. Janeway was more
sexually aroused than she could ever remember being and it seemed to
hurt. Her head pounded more furiously than it had all week.
Seven's heart beat faster at her Captain's plea.
Compassion filled her at the desperate tone of her former lover. She
could not deny the effect it had on her physiology. She was having
stronger than normal compulsions to go with the moment, to give in and
be with her Captain so she knew it would not be a good idea to stay any
"I must go. Good evening Captain." She
divulged as gently as she could. She stepped around Janeway and forced
herself towards the door, but the redhead grabbed her from behind and
turned the young woman around briskly only to shove her against the
Stunned by her Captain's actions, Seven did not
resist. Gazing into Janeway's eyes, she saw a barbaric desire that
captivated her completely. She was caught in Kathryn's lascivious glare,
hook, line and sinker, as if Seven was bait that had been caught...
"I require you!" Janeway demanded
focusing on Seven's plump lips. Moving in to claim the prize, she leaned
her body against Seven's pressing hard against the blonde's pelvic
Seven's respiration spiked as Janeway latched onto
the young woman's mouth. The redhead tried to consume the blonde in a
single ardent kiss.
It wasn't long before, Seven joined in. Refusing
to be subjugated, Seven fought her Captain for control during the heavy
contact of lips and tongues. The blonde's own withheld needs and desires
came out to overwhelm her. As they kissed emphatically, all resistance
faded away. She wanted this as never before.
As strangely aroused as the young woman was, she
was also angry and beyond hurt. A bad combination for a six foot former
Borg drone. Seven being significantly stronger asserted this anger by
dominating the smaller woman with her strength. Reaching up, the blonde
grabbed Janeway's forearms and yanked them away easily just as she
forcibly broke the kiss.
"You are not in control here Kathryn!"
She challenged the Captain.
Janeway barred her teeth. "Yes that's right.
I remember you wanting… needing… control over me." She mocked,
not feeling the pain in her arms where Seven's hands gripped her like a
"You shall not have it!" The blonde
"Control or sex?" Janeway remarked
seductively with a grin.
"Sex is what you want?! Even now?!"
Seven vociferated amazed, but indignant, still glaring at her former
lover through a steamy gaze of her own hidden needs.
"Yes," Janeway hissed, "…always."
"You should be careful what you wish for
Kathryn... " Seven warned her. The blonde's entire being was at
war, literally boiling in conflict between the physical and the mental.
Truthfully, all Seven had to do was let go and
walk out. Yet she couldn't bring herself to do so. Her senses were
burning beyond her control. She thought she could smell the intensity of
how stimulated Janeway was and found it incredibly intoxicating. Seven's
own body pulsated from the need to be with her Captain yet her mind was
still furious over their conversation and how she had been treated for
Janeway could sense she was close to breaking the
Borg's resolve. "I'm here… ready and willing… " She
teased. "What are you waiting for? I'm giving you control Seven. So
take me!" Kathryn leaned in to trail a moist tongue over Seven's
lower lip. "You know you want it! You know you want me!"
Something inside Seven snapped. The words combined
with the body heat she could feel so close to her inflamed her own
arousal to epic proportions.
"Then sex is what you shall have!" The
blonde stated menacingly, suddenly overcome with a feral need to satiate
her own inner cravings.
Seven grabbed Janeway's uniform and tore at the
fabric successfully shredding both the top and the blue tunic in one
fluid motion. She then ripped off Janeway's bra and tossed it aside.
Lowering her head, she found the rose-colored puckered nipples quickly
and sucked on them diligently before inadvertently biting down in her
eagerness. This action elicited a muffled scream from the Captain.
Seven hurriedly unzipped her biosuit, ripping it
in the front in her frenzied state to get it off. She pushed it down to
her stomach letting her breasts pop out from the restrictive clothing.
Just then Janeway covered Seven's mouth again and
threw her now free arms around the borg's lithe neck. The passionate
uncontrolled kiss became bruising in its intensity. In her haste,
Janeway bit Seven's bottom lip, drawing blood. In response, Seven picked
up the Captain's body, swirled her around and slammed her against the
wall she just had her own back to.
Lost in the animalistic fever of the moment, both
women were so overcome with uncontrollable lust and longing that they
failed to realize just how rough they were being with other.
Seven broke the zipper off Janeway's pants and
slipped her human hand into the heated area she craved. Seven held her
there against the wall by shifting Kathryn's weight on her Borg enhanced
arm, which was gripped firmly under Janeway's buttocks. The blonde
pressed the redhead ruggedly against the wall forcing her weight against
the smaller woman thus pinning her. Unable to wait any longer in her
desire to take Kathryn fully, she positioned her hand inside the panties
and plunged two fingers into the hot opening.
"Ahh!" Janeway cried out at the
discomfort of the sudden penetration, but she knew it would become
gratifying soon enough. She brought her legs up and clasped them around
Seven's tapered waist, crisscrossing her shins together over Sevens
buttocks to hold her body in place. She purposely left room for the
larger woman to work her magic as she gyrated along with the motion.
Hands still clinging around Seven's neck,
Kathryn's eyes bulged in anticipation when she saw the aroused breasts
of her partner heaving up and down. Leaning forward, she suckled,
nibbled and chewed heavily on the protruding bud until it was raw.
Losing concentration over the sudden pain, Seven
jabbed up into her lover's sex. Janeway shrieked out loud, writhing in
equal portions of pain and pleasure.
Moving her attentions upwards, Janeway began
nipping at Seven's neckline. Suddenly, Kathryn bit down hard on Seven's
neck as a Klingon would in marking their mates. Uncharacteristic of her
nature, she tasted of her young lover's sweet, warm blood. Mine!
Seven flung her head back howling out at the
discomfort. Some of the blood dribbled down her chest and back as she
pressed in harder still with her weight causing Janeway to gasp for air
as Seven lunged feverishly inside wet hungry walls.
Seven's borg enhanced arm was beyond fatigued
causing both women to slide down the wall to the floor with a soft thud.
Seven ended up with her legs spread out wide, underneath her lover,
while Janeway straddled Seven, sitting in the gap of the blonde's upper
A split second passed before they renewed their
vigor. With Seven's fingers still inside her, Janeway took the reprieve
to wiggle her own fingers inside the biosuit to enter Seven's dripping
Janeway advanced wildly into Seven and the young
woman gasped at both the pleasure it created and the audacity of the
older woman to not let Seven finish her own ministrations.
However, this did not deter the young woman as
Seven renewed her tempo, the movement animated and primal.
They moved in at the same time to kiss heatedly,
tongues slurping at their wantonness in the clumsy encounter. Both women
tried to outdo the other in their need to satisfy their own unquenchable
sex drive. Both women kissed wildly, grunting at the sensations, arching
their hips into the motions as much as they could from their sitting
Finally, the raw unrestrained act coalesced into a
pulsating pressure and a throbbing tautness that exploded giving way to
a succulent release.
Janeway climaxed first, her body spasming as she
fell back against the wall. Her eyes rolled up in her sockets just as
her heart hammered in her chest. Janeway's resulting ecstasy of ripples
was like a much needed drug fix. The powerful orgasm brought her to a
Seven quickly followed suit as rolling waves
rocked her inner core. Her conscious and subconscious mind rested in
harmony into a temporary blissful state, where even for her no thought
was possible, just endless sensation and pleasure.
The euphoric sensation expanded to engulf the two
women like never before, but there was no joining of hearts in love, no
union of souls as such selfish, carnal pleasures always came with a high
They stayed immobilized for many moments until
eventually the ecstasy wore off giving way to the harsh reality. Both
women were sore, sporting cuts, abrasions, scratches and bruises. They
were breathing heavily, sweat soaked, completely exhausted and… worst
of all… ashamed.
Seven was the first to come to her senses. She
noted Janeway flopped back against the wall sporting a slightly purplish
bruise on her chin, both forearms as well as her chest and oblique
muscles too. Her Captain still had her eyes closed breathing heavily.
"NO!" Seven uttered horrified at the
damage she caused to the woman she professed to love. She put her hands
over her face. "Oh, Kathryn… "
"Seven…" Janeway called lightly.
"Kathryn…?" Seven removed her hands to
look up. She was over there in an instant, despite her own pain to
survey the damage that she had done so carelessly.
"I don't feel so well," Janeway declared
quietly while trying to smile at the absurdity of it all.
"I don't know what overcame me!" Seven
"It's not… your fault… " Janeway
acknowledged. She was demoralized by her emotional condition. "I
can't… control this."
"Something is not right here." Seven
proclaimed regaining some of her former equilibrium. She pulled up her
biosuit despite knowing it was torn and not completely able to cover her
torso. However, Janeway was still completely topless and her pants were
ripped all the way down to the crotch area.
Thinking more of the Captain, she got up to
retrieve a sheet from the bedroom, ripped it in half and draped a
portion over the Captain who looked like she was losing consciousness,
she was so still. Extremely worried that Seven had damaged the Captain
severely, she quickly wrapped the other half of the sheet around herself
and fumbled for her combadge that somehow ended up on the floor a dozen
"Seven of Nine to sickbay!"
"Doctor! I… I need you to report to the
Captain's quarters immediately." She glanced a guilty look at the
Captain, who was still slumped motionless again the wall with her head
lulling on its side and her eyes closed.
"I'm on my way."
He replied and his form started materializing two seconds later. The
Doctor couldn't believe what his holographic eyes were telling him. Both
women were on the floor partially covered with a torn bed sheet,
half-naked and sporting injuries. He noticed remnants of a ripped
uniform nearby and Seven's biosuit looked ripped underneath the white
sheet, she held up loosely.
He knelt down and scanned the unconscious Captain,
raising an eyebrow sharply at the readings. The medical tricorder
indicated severe bruising on both arms, several ribs and along the
jawline on the right side. He also noted a damaged right kidney and a
pinched neck nerve, which he hoped was the cause of the Captain's state
"What happened here, Seven!" He
The former Borg did not respond, her eyes were
glued to the Captain with a glazed over look that held such pain and
He moved towards Seven to scan her bio-readings,
since she had injuries as well, but he could visually discern that they
were not as severe as the Captain's.
"Seven?" He inquired to the
The Doctor's readings and the visual evidence were
clear on what they had been doing mere moments before, but what could
have instigated such a sexual encounter, the EMH could not fathom.
"Answer me!" the Doctor pressured her,
his jaw tightening in trepidation at the conclusion his mind came to.
"Did you rape the Captain Seven?!" He
asked her hotly as she stared blankly at Janeway.
However, this accusation awoke Seven from her daze
as she met his eyes horrified. "No… " She breathed out
softly, but with certainty. She turned back to the redhead, tears
started to flow down her face. "No!" She repeated more
strongly. "It was consensual, but… something was not right. Ever
since we started our relationship… it has not been right!" Her
was voice thick with remorse.
His eyes bulged in disbelief. "You two have
been having sex like this for awhile!?"
"No, just this once." She stammered out
disgusted with herself. "There was such a… need. I felt
Seven was clearly disheartened by what she had
done. He put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. "Well, you both
are showing high levels of hormones and endorphins, which is an
indication of… recently concluded intimate relations and severe
exhaustion. I've got to get both of you to sickbay to heal your other
injuries and to see if there is anything else here going on that is…
precipitating this odd behavior."
"No!" Seven stood up wincing yet
managing to glare at the Doctor. "No one must know of this. The
Captain's reputation is on the line. Doctor, I need your word first that
you will not disclose any information about what you have seen here,
"You have my word." He said,
"Computer, is anyone currently in sickbay?"
"No life signs are detected." The
feminine voice responded.
"Computer, lock access to sickbay, on my
authorization, pie omega zero, one seven." The computer chirped in
She nodded, becoming unsteady on her feet. The
adrenaline was wearing off. "I am fatigued."
"I know… Computer, three to beam directly
The Doctor easily fixed Captain Janeway's and
Seven of Nine's physical wounds from their private escapade, but he knew
the mental scars would take longer.
He decided to take Seven's word for what happened
and agreed that something was very wrong with the two of them. But What?
What could cause such brutal behavior
between those two?
He didn't know what he was looking for yet, but
was determined to get to the truth, not believing that Janeway and Seven
could possibly engage in such a primitive display of intimacy while in
their right minds. He did a complete physical on the Captain while she
was asleep and on Seven whom sat despondently on an adjoining biobed.
Sitting in his glassed in office, located to the
left of the two occupied biobeds, the Doctor went over the readings. The
medical tricorder did not pick up the information that scrolled across
his screen. Dumbfounded as to why, he continued to read the results of
Seven and the Captain's hormonal levels were way
too high to be naturally occurring. At three and ten times more than the
average human, it was no wonder why they couldn't keep their hands off
each other, yet that did not explain the violent behavior.
He had to find out the cause of this. What if
it was contagious?! Spurned on by the threat of a possible epidemic,
he retrieved samples and started analyzing their blood for any possible
signs of an infectious disease or virus. He also ran cellular brain
scans to rule out a possible alien intruder in disguise.
It would take at least an hour for the results and
some time to go over them so he sent a still stupefied borg to the Cargo
bay to regenerate, hoping that would do the despondent ex-borg some
good. She looked at him with almost dead eyes and nodded before the
Doctor sealed Cargo Bay Two, locked it down via the Comm link and
transported her there. Her current emotional state was not encouraging
and he hoped she would remember to undo the door seals after she
replicated a new biosuit.
Focusing his attentions on the Captain, he pressed
a hypospray to her neck to wake her up. Her eyes opened and darted
around the room suspiciously.
"Doctor?" She asked confused, gripping
the sheet that covered her. Seconds later she peered underneath.
"Oh dear." She exclaimed her cheeks coloring.
"Doctor!" She pinned a hard look on him
as she sat up clutching the sheet to her chest. "Why couldn't you
treat me in my quarters?!"
The Doctor crossed his arms and returned a stern
look of his own. "It was necessary." He said confidently.
"I'm running some tests to figure out why this has happened. It
will take awhile before I have any answers and I can't keep you here…
like that." He took in an exasperated breath. "I also can't
keep the seals to sickbay in place indefinitely. Someone else is bound
to need medical attention, so you can return to your quarters for now. I
will contact you the minute I have answers."
"What about Seven? Is she ok?" Janeway
asked, a flicker of concern showing on her features.
"She's fine… physically."
Janeway cast her glance on the floor shaking her
head. "…but not emotionally right?"
"It's too soon to tell."
"Where is she now?"
"I sent her back to the Cargo Bay to
regenerate and I'm going to have to ask you to avoid her for now. It is
imperative in light of the circumstances. I also want you to make
yourself unavailable to the rest of the crew for at least an hour. I
don't what to quarantine you here, because then I would have to notify
the Commander… and I promised Seven I would keep this…
Even under these conditions, Seven still thought
of her Captain's reputation and it made Janeway feel absolutely awful.
"I suggest you lock out all visitors to your
She looked up at his commanding tone, realizing
that he was doing this to save her from an embarrassing explanation and
she was grateful for that.
"Thank you, Doctor. Keep me informed."
She responded in a soft voice with a hint of sadness before she ordered
a site to site transport to her quarters.
Two hours later Janeway beamed into sickbay per
the Doctor's request. She headed for his office and sat down across from
his desk. "Doctor?"
"Captain on your last away mission, did
anything out of the ordinary occur?" he asked.
She squinted her eyes. "Out of the ordinary?
Not that I can think of." She thought about the last one. It had
been well over a month since she'd been on any planet.
Thinking back, she remembered a quick excursion to
an M-Class planet with a small away team to collect some ore and
minerals. "It was routine." She waved her hand, shrugging it
"You didn't come into contact with anything
poisonous… rabid animals perhaps? Maybe fall down and cut
yourself?" he inquired, tilting an eyebrow up.
Janeway thought about it for a moment before a
discovery of sorts came to her. Her odd behavior towards Seven seemed to
have begun a few days after she had returned from that routine mission.
It was an expedition to gather dilithium and other rare minerals that
they could use. She was the only one who had suffered a minor injury,
accidentally brushing into a thorn bush. Mildly embarrassed over such a
minor injury, she decided to heal the injury herself with a dermal
regenerator instead of bothering the Doctor, who could be acerbic and
condescending over the smallest of injuries.
"Well I did come across a plant that had
pricked me." She said, a bit nonplussed.
"A plant pricked you?! Hmm, Did it break the
"Yes, slightly. I had a dermal regenerator,
"You didn't report this!?"
"No, it was as minor cut, so I didn't
bother." She responded annoyed at his outburst.
He sighed. "I'm sorry Captain, but apparently
you've been infected by this plant. That explains why the virus I
uncovered has a cell structure that resembles flora DNA."
"Why didn't the bio filters pick it up during
"I don't know, but I would guess it's because
the bio filters don't recognize its DNA pattern." The Doctor stated
dissatisfied with Janeway's tenacity to play Doctor.
Finally, the magnitude of her error dawned on her.
She had been careless.
"Is it contagious?" She asked
immediately thinking of Seven and her crew.
"Not by casual contact. There has to be a
significant exchange of bodily fluids."
"I see," she said her cheeks coloring to
a nice crimson.
"I take it you've been experiencing strong
headaches?" The EMH asked.
She was looking at him disconcerted.
"Headaches, yes." She agreed.
The EMH was decidedly annoyed at the Captain for
not reporting her injury and for hiding her debilitating headaches. He
sighed heavily before continuing.
"I'm not surprised. The virus has mutated
causing your body to release… certain hormones. These hormones have
increased over the past month to approximately ten times higher than
normally found in humans. Your body apparently can't defend itself
against this virus on its own, except through the production of oxytocin.
Dopamine and testosterone increase the production of oxytocin, which
only occurs during an… intimate bodily function. Unfortunately,
there's no way for your body to synthesize that much oxytocin no matter
how… energetic you are."
Janeway listened half-heartedly, pondering.
"Besides that, your brain chemistry has been
slightly altered. I can only guess it to be a side effect due to your
human DNA. Those headaches and migraines were in direct relation to the
increased hormones, which would have only been lowered by… intimate
relations." The Doctor blushed.
Janeway considered his words and something snapped
inside of her. "Are you telling me I had no choice? That a plant
caused this?!" She was clearly disturbed by that.
"I'm afraid so, Captain."
"I refuse to believe that!" She shouted
"It is, however, the truth." He paused.
"I understand it's difficult to… accept that there could be a
situation that you as Captain have no control over, but this has nothing
to do with who or what you are. It is a simple biological fact."
Janeway eyed him disdainfully. "So… sex
holds back the headaches and keeps the virus from multiplying for awhile…
" She remarked sarcastically. "That doesn't explain why I
chose Seven. Why her? Why not… Chakotay or someone else?"
He suspected the reason had something to do with
the Captain's buried emotions regarding the younger woman. There was
also Seven's implicit trust in the Captain. Being so ignorant and
unfamiliar with the customs of dating, courtship and mating practices,
she might have given into a relationship with her Captain under less
than ideal circumstances.
"I would imagine… " the Doctor said
carefully. "Subconsciously that you might be attracted to her… On
Her gaze hardened on his holographic face.
"I'm the Captain, I can't be attracted to
anyone under my command."
He should have expected this, the Doctor realized
her emotional state wasn't entirely normal either, but he hadn't
explained that to her… yet.
"Can't? Even a Captain, has emotional
"I should have been able to resist. I used
her. It is my fault that this happened and I infected her." She
claimed appalled at her weakness.
Now the Doctor was confounded. "You can't be
expected to resist this! I would have figured this knowledge would have
given you comfort."
"Comfort?!" She responded exasperated.
"Yes! After what you two did to each
other!" He yelled. "Do you honestly think both of you would
have done that to each other under normal circumstances!?"
Janeway glowered at him. "I initiated a
relationship with Seven based on… an increase in hormones causes by a
virus! No mind control, no alien presence!" Janeway argued, but as
she forced herself to think about it, unshed tears came to her eyes.
"Actually that's not entirely accurate. The
chemical residue I found in your hypocampus, that causes these headaches
also causes emotionally instability. I've analyzed this chemical
compound in the past. It has been known to cause strong negative
emotions in tests I've seen. Anger and fear being the most common."
There was a moment of silence as Janeway
speculated on the accuracy of the Doctor's statement.
"There could some truth to that." She
"Like I said, you can't blame yourself. It
was beyond your control."
Janeway didn't respond. She dropped her head to
gaze numbly at the carpeted floor of sickbay. All she could think about
"So," she had to ask. "What's the
"I do have something to alleviate the virus,
Shocked, the Captain blinked a few times,
ruminating on the idea that the Doctor had a possible cure to her
affliction. She raised her head, hopeful. "You can reverse
"Yes, but it will take a couple of days. If I
don’t, eventually you will lose total control yourself. It will
probably drive you insane…"
"Not to mention… severe sexual
frustration." He added jokingly.
She tilted her head in irritation, but ignored the
remark. "I've been like this over a month. I don't think a couple
of days will make that much difference."
He shrugged, "I'm going to have to give both
you and Seven a dosage twice a day for three days. I still don't think
you should see her until after the entire three days has passed."
He lowered his head for a moment as he pressed the hypospray to her
neck. "After that time, though, I hope you two talk about… what
happened. It won't be healthy to pretend nothing happened between you
two. It did and she's going to need to come to terms with it."
"So am I. The worst of it all is that I still
want her. Even though, I can't feel much emotionally. I know I should in
my head, but every time I try I can't. All I can think of is losing my
command, of what the crew will think of us." She finished in a low,
"Those might be realistic fears that you have
buried in you psyche. We can discuss it when you better."
"Doctor I don't need a shrink, I need--"
She was almost going to say her name.
"Captain," the EMH warned. "You
must stay away from her."
Janeway managed to give him a look of subtle worry
before the command mask came back. "I will Doctor… and when this
is over, I'll try and talk to her about it."
"Good," he replied. "At times like
these, I wish we had a counselor onboard."
"Take care of Seven for me." She told
him lightly and left.
Just in case his Captain was unable to keep her
word, he had the computer keeps tabs of her whereabouts.
Three days passed quickly and then a whole week
with Seven and Janeway speaking to each other only in staff meetings or
when absolutely necessary. Both women were feeling exceptional amounts
of guilt and shame. Having difficulty with how to rectify the situation,
they both brooded in they own misery, alone.
Janeway didn't spend much time on the Bridge, she
preferred retiring to the sanctity of her Ready Room, where she could
mope alone away from prying eyes. She didn't get many reports done, but
she didn't care either. She was growing increasingly despondent over the
The truth of the matter was she didn't know what
to say to Seven. After what she had done to the young woman, she
wouldn't be surprised if Seven detested her.
I could have irrevocably damaged her progress in
reclaiming her humanity! Dammit! She
chastised herself. Now that the virus was completely eradicated from her
system, Janeway was painfully aware of many things.
She knew she was attracted to Seven. I don't
need a damn virus to know that!
As a Starfleet officer, she was aware of all the
rules she broke because of the virus and it disgusted her. She wasn't
referring to the sex they had shared... despite that last encounter
their moments together were… memorable.
No, she was referring to her actions before hand.
She had acted unprofessionally by seducing a woman
who was but a child emotionally. Ignorant and innocent in this, Seven
had trusted her and Kathryn used her influence to convince her to sleep
with her. And the virus was her only defense. The only reason, she could
live with herself after what she had done.
Janeway was now quite aware of all her fears, but
strangely none of it seemed to matter to her.
Only one fear remained. The fear of hurting Seven…
There was concern that Seven would not give her
another chance and that it was too late to acknowledge the truth.
In Cargo Bay Two, Seven sat quietly on the dais of
her alcove in deep thought. She was relieved in a sense that what had
occurred was not Janeway's fault. The Captain was not herself and could
not be blamed for what happened. It was amazing the Captain showed as
much restraint as she had.
Over time with continuous intimate contact, Seven
became infected as well. Her nanoprobes were able to stymie the virus
for many weeks before she too succumbed to it. That explained why she
had given into the desire during that last heated encounter. That
knowledge helped with some of Seven's emotional pain, but a new kind of
pain had established its ugly presence in her heart.
The virus infection also meant that Janeway acted
in a manner she absolutely would not have when she initiated intimacy
between them. The Doctor had explained to Seven that she would have been
the logical choice because she was not in Starfleet.
Not the only choice or the first choice, but the
Captain Janeway picked Seven because it was legal.
She couldn't be brought up on charges for sleeping with a civilian. It
was the most convenient and broke no regulations. It was her Starfleet
training that guided her while she was under such extreme physical
Seven swallowed hard. There could be no romantic
partnership between the two women. Janeway did not love her and never
would. All the reasons were now made apparent. Seven couldn't blame her
Captain for what should never have occurred.
The blonde felt tears sting her eyes. Painful as
this realization was, it would be more painful if Seven could not at
least repair their friendship. She enjoyed Janeway's company and felt
she still needed the older woman's guidance in a number of things. The
blonde knew that Janeway was an important part of her life and she would
not except losing that as well.
"Seven of Nine!" Captain Kree greeted
her loudly while hovering over her.
Seven was sitting by herself at a table located in
the corner of the Mess Hall, when the alien came over and disturbed her
"Captain Kree," Seven greeted
"I was hoping I would see you again."
She sipped her nutritional supplement as she
perused her PADD.
"May I join you?"
"I…" She had almost told him she would
rather be alone, but she didn't want to be rude. "Yes," she
replied with restraint. If you must.
He sat down and watched her while she studied.
Seven occasionally keyed something into her small
PADD until she could not stand his staring any more. "Is there
something you wish to discuss?"
"I will be leaving shortly. We are almost out
of Visaati space… and I was wondering if I could have a picture of
Seven frowned. "What for?"
"You have a striking resemblance to the 'Stroyka.'"
"I am NOT your 'Stroyka'." Seven
"My crew might mutiny if you don't." His
eyes held a twinkle.
"How will a photograph prevent that?"
"because they want to see you," he said
honestly. "However, I could ask Captain Janeway for permission to
allow my crew to visit Voyager in small groups so they may see you in
Seven's aggravation was growing. "That will
not be necessary. I will send you the picture you require later after I
return to the Cargo bay."
She went back to perusing her PADD but Kree did
not leave. He rested his hand under his chin gazing at her studiously.
"Is that all?" Seven asked annoyed that
he would not leave her alone. She required solitude not company.
"Pardon my forwardness, but you do not seem
"In what way?" She inquired.
"You look sad… your eyes hold pain, like
you've lost something precious."
"I have not!" She strongly opposed the
suggestion. A few heads turned at her raised voice.
"I do not believe you." He countered
politely, raising an eyebrow.
Seven looked directly at Kree, her gaze
temperamental. "Captain Kree," Seven said flustered. "I
must regenerate now." She got up and left not waiting for him to
reply. He watched her leave then quietly followed as she made her way to
Cargo Bay Two.
Upon arriving at her destination, she quickly put
the PADD she had been carrying down on her terminal and turned to greet
her uninvited quest.
"Captain Kree!" She called out with
severe irritation as the doors parted. "Why are you following
"Because you wish to talk, yes?"
"No I wish to be alone." She asserted.
"I don't believe you." He said, concern
etched on his face.
Seven's agitation was reaching a fever pitch.
"Why are you doing this?! Is it because I remind you of the Stroyka?"
"No," he answered, but her statement
struck a nerve in the normally cheerful alien Captain. "However,
you do remind me of someone special who acted in this same manner when
something was bothering her. As such, I feel compelled to assist in any
way I can."
"Your help is not wanted." She narrowed
her eyes with contrariness.
"It's obvious you're in pain and I believe it
involves your Captain."
Seven glared at him. "Leave," she said
with quiet force, her tone threatening. Kree could feel the frostiness
coming from her and knew he had overstayed his welcome.
"Your wish is my command," he politely
turned to leave but kept talking his back to her as he walked towards
the exit. "Consider this… true love only comes along once if we
are fortunate… and blessed. I lost someone special last year and the
last memory I have of her is an argument between us." He paused at
the door, but did not turn around. "I never told her how much I
loved her… and I never found out if she loved me back. I hope you
never regret something like that."
"I told her!" Seven bellowed protesting
that possibility fiercely. A tear fell down her right cheek.
He turned around to face her angry defiant pose,
"She does not reciprocate." Seven added
"I don't know what has occurred between you
two, but I believe she cares more than you realize." He suggested
softly. He felt the vibe between the two women when they were in the
same room together. He was convinced they both loved each other.
"You do not understand!" Seven spoke
through clenched teeth and restrained rage.
She did not want to relive the pain by having to
explain to Kree how she had been thoroughly manipulated by her Captain.
To Janeway's credit it was an act done while under the influence of a
virus. An act that under ideal circumstances wouldn't have happened.
Yet, Seven now had to comes to terms with it.
The inexperienced former Borg had to adapt back to
friendship when the young woman wanted so much more having fallen in
love with her Captain.
"I don't need to understand exactly what has
happened between the two of you. I can see it with my own eyes. She has
been moping about for the last week just as you have my dear." With
that said, he bowed to a stunned Seven of Nine and exited the Cargo Bay.