Desperate Times
Disclaimer: Star Trek Voyager in no way belongs to me, and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Seven has a secret… a very big secret…
Reviews: As always, positive criticism is always welcome
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They would see.
She had to move quickly; security was only a few minutes away.
Silently, she berated herself, cursed this horrible situation she'd gotten herself into. And she HAD gotten herself into this mess, no matter how much her handler tried to convince her otherwise.
She could have chosen to walk away from it all from the beginning, of course.
It would have been so easy. After all, as her handler had stated, there were others on Voyager who would have done the task.
She felt a twinge of irrational anger.
Her shipmates had no idea of what was going on, right under their very noses.
Of course, they would have found out by now if it wasn't for her painstaking efforts to hide the truth from them.
She folded her arms, trying not to look impatient as she tried not to look at the unconscious man in front of her.
"Ducane to Seven of Nine. Report."
Seven sighed in relief.
"I apprehended him. Deck 12, section 7. Be quick."
She could hear the genuine regret in the man's voice. "Understood. Stand by."
She just wanted this to be over with; the strain of it was interfering with her efficiency. People were starting to notice. He was starting to notice.
"Tuvok to Seven of Nine."
Her heart skipped a beat. No, not now, not when she was so close…
"Go ahead Commander." Her voice was calm, cool, collected.
"There is chronoton flux emanating from your current location. Evacuate the area."
She forced herself to remain calm, not at all an easy task considering what she was about to do.
"My ocular implant can detect irregularities in space time. I have noticed nothing unusual."
"Irrelevant. Evacuate the area, Captain's orders."
Her attention was drawn to the man on the floor, who was regaining consciousness. Impossible.
Closing the channel, she hit her other combadge.
"Relativity, he's awake! Orders?"
"They've thrown up a force field. We can't beam him off."
Desperation clawed at Seven's insides.
She hadn't wanted it to come to this, but it had.
Walking briskly over to the wall panel, she injected her nanoprobes directly into the ship's systems, activating the security precautions she'd installed two months ago in the likely event of this exact situation.
The captain's voice over the Com system was hardly unexpected.
"Seven, stop what you're doing."
She sounded annoyed. Seven couldn't blame her.
"Computer, disable communications systems, priority omega."
The happy chirp of compliance stood out against the somber mood in the room.
The man was sitting up now, looking at her groggily.
His voice was raspy, but still recognizable.
"Mother?"
Seven ignored him, ignored the pang of guilt she felt on hearing that single word.
Guilt was irrelevant.
She hit the combadge once more. "Relativity, lock on your transporters."
"Understood, we've got a lock."
It was quite possibly the slowest transport she'd ever witnessed.
As she stood, fear eating at her insides, he spoke to her, and she could feel his confusion.
She stilled, knowing that this moment had been inevitable.
Seven. Stop.
For a nanosecond, she considered not responding. Then
I cannot. I'm… sorry.
And she was. More so than anyone would ever realise.
Your course of action is illogical. You are endangering the safety of this ship and crew.
His thoughts were puzzled, she could tell.
Shaking her head sadly, she watched the beam out's completion.
"We have him. We'll be back to debrief you. Ducane out."
Seven sighed. "Understood."
She had been successful. The needs of the many had been served. Now, she had to 'face the music' as Lieutenant Paris was fond of saying.
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I would really like for this to continue for another few chapters, but I can't promise regular updates… still, let me know what you think.:)