Disclaimer:- I do not own Star Trek Voyager or any characters within the programme however I do own Tevy and all concepts concerning her.
NB:- THIS STORY HAS BEEN RECENTLY EDITED WITH MANY CHANGES TO CHAPTERS 1 & 2
Chapter 1:- A New Arrival
It was an average day on Voyager; Captain Janeway was conversing lightly with Tuvok and Commander Chakotay over the logic of Freud. When Janeway's communicator sounded.
"Seven of Nine to the Captain"
"Go Ahead"
"I am receiving a distress call sounding on all subspace bands emanating from the wreck of a Borg vessel, 40 light years from our position on a heading of mark 2804."
Janeway paused turning on her heel in thought "It is odd for a Borg ship to send out a distress beacon on normal subspace frequencies."
"The encryption is not Borg and I'm reading a life sign, it's a child" interrupted Ensign Kim.
"Could it be a trap?" Chakotay
"Unlikely" entered Tuvok's calm voice of reason "Logic dictates that this distress beacon was sent by someone other than the Borg, in all probabilities most likely the saboteur of the Borg ship."
"Saboteur or not someone has called for our aid. Tom, see if there are any Borg ships on long range scanners" Janeway
"Nothing captain"
"Then set an intercept course, full speed. I want this done with as fast as possible."
"Captain I think you should have a look at this?"
"On screen"
The remains of a Borg vessel appeared on the visual, it appeared to have been blown apart.
"It is a command ship, it seems to have suffered severe structural damage before eventually imploding. A sample would have to be taken for further analysis" informed Seven who had taken up her station on the bridge.
Janeway nodded to herself, "Fix the coordinates and have a fragment transported down to B'Elanna in Engineering."
"Yes, Captain"
"I have located our survivor; they are in a small fragment near the central plexus." Harry
"Beam them to sick bay Mr. Kim and inform the doctor" Janeway
Later that day Janeway accompanied by Lieutenant Commander Tuvok promptly entered sickbay. On the bed lay a semi - assimilated female Borg drone. The sections of her small body not covered by exo – plating were visibly malnourished, as though she had been starving for weeks. On seeing that their arrival was unconscious Janeway approached the doctor.
"So doctor what can you tell me about your patient" Janeway
"It appears that we have arrived just in time, from my preliminary diagnostic the majority of her implants are either malfunctioning or inoperative, however her own advancedimmune system appears to be attempting to stabilise her condition. From my calculations,I summarise she has been in a critical coma for approximately three days."
Janeway looked pityingly upon the poor girl spread helplessly across thesurgical bed, struggling to maintain her existence. "Are you able to treat her?"
"I have managed to stabilise her condition and I have no doubt that … given time, she will make a full recovery. Her Borg implantsare surprisingly limited, it seems that apart from some minor improvements to increase efficiency, her implants merely allow her to connect to the hive mind."
"Are you telling me that all these implants" questioned Janeway gesturing to the girl lifeless body "Are merely to link her to the collective?" questioned a sceptical Janeway
"I am afraid Captain that you are subject to an illusion, created by the girl's subconscious thought. The medical scans all show both high synaptic and neural functions, which leads me to believe that she is possessed of vast pscyo-kinetic abilities, she may even have come from a telepathic species."
"Can she be roused?" enquired Janeway feeling that she now had sufficient enough questions to feel that she deserved some answers.
"I can wake her now if you like"
The Captain inclined her head. Watching the doctor administer the hypospray Janeway recalled their last encounter with pre-natal drones, and began subconsciously preparing herself for the battles ahead.
Stirring in her sleep the girl woke drowsily, revealing startling green eyes the colour of emeralds. With all the usual movements of a Borg drown she drew herself carefully into an upright position, her eyes intensely studying the Captain.
"My name is Captain Catherine Janeway of the Star ship Voyager, we rescued you from the wreck of a Borg ship."
Attempting to move closer Janeway found her self impeded by a force field.
"I'm sorry Captain; I did perhaps neglected to mention that I was forced to place her within the confines of level 10 force field."
"Seems a little inhuman" interjected a testy Paris who had been assisting the doctor since the girl's arrival and had appear suddenly from the far side of the bay where he has been preparing medical equipment..
"She is completely contaminated with dark matter radiation, although it seems to have no effect on her, it would inevitably bring the whole ship to ruin if released." Replied the Doctor impatiently
"Don't you worry" smiled Paris in his reassuring voice walking over to her "We'll have you out of there in no time." She replied only with a blank stare void of emotion. "Well" whispered Paris under his breath "She certainly picked up Borg manners"
"Her period with in the Borg collective is irrelevant to her lack of communication," commented Tuvok after studying the girl quietly for several seconds. "Most individuals when placed in a position in which they feel intimidated are often prone to a loss of speech."
"Are you telling me that she is intimidated … frightened of us?" Janeway questioned incredulously in a low voice drawing away a little.
"I believe she is terrified, however I do not believe that we are the cause," commented Tuvok in his usual calm manner.
"Is she able to communicate with you telepathically" questioned the doctor with curiosity.
"Yes, her sentiments are not articulated in to words; suffice to say I am merely experiencing her raw emotions. From her anxiety I would conjecture that she is confused and thus frighten."
"You are human?" interrupted the girl talking partly to herself.
Janeway encouraged took a step foreword, "We came in answer of a distress call and found you amongst the debris."
"Yes …" she mumbled "The beacon" her mind attempting to clear out the fog that clouded her mind.
"You are the one, who initiated the distress signal" concluded Tuvok
"Humm… oh yes, yes I did, I was hoping that, …" The girl broke off bighting her bottom lip as though she had not considered what she would do.
Sensing that this line of approach was only causing the girl to become anxious, Janeway sidled around the sick bed,reminded that beneath that Borg armour was a girl no older than Icheb. "What is your name?"
"Tevy" the word sprung from her mouth in an automatic response.
"How was the cube destroyed, Tevy?"
Tevy's eyes furrowed as she attempting to focus, "We were testing a new power source, … it, it destabilised, the hull integrity was at maximum, systems began to fail, …"
"How were you able to withstand the explosion?" questioned Tuvok holding her glaze.
"My species is highly resilient to hostile environments."
Perhaps due to exhaustion, or some other factor Tevy felt her grip on reality slipping, the voices were becoming muffled the room blurred. Surrendering to the dream like state that fell around her, Tevy watched as the people who at one time had been so close to her drifted further away to be replaced the thoughts and memories that for so long she had attempted to block out. The images bombarded her endlessly, until she had lost all sense of time and place, hearing only her mother's raking breaths as they ran through muddy fields.
Having caught the girl's failing body as she had slipped back into unconsciousness, the doctor became increasingly worried as her body began to twitch, her mild muscles spasms increasing in severity until her whole body was subject to intense convulsions, with her eyes fluttering at a rapid pace as her head moved in erratic jerks.
"She is having a seizure!" cried the doctor in alarm, scanning her with a medical tricorder and quickly administered a cortical suppressant. At that moment a previously unobserved Tuvok fell back heavily, raking in deep breaths as he leaned against the wall for support, his skin clammy to the touch.
"Tuvok!" cried Janeway in alarm, supporting him under the arm as he made his way to sit upon a sick bed. "What happened?"
"She was confused and frighten, I attempted to connect with her telepathically to provide a source of stability. Her mind is chaotic, unordered." Tuvok paused to regain composure. "In her weakened state powerful memories which I believe she had suppressed resurfaced."
"Could you make out what was entailed in these memories" asked the doctor
"Her mental abilities are far superior to my own, I lost control of the connection, her pain became mine, I was only able to hear her screams." Tuvok looked unsettled.
Janeway observing her friend's condition waved the doctor into silence with a wave of her hand. "I want you to take the rest of the day off"
"I assure you Captain that I my condition is not severe and will soon pass" Tuvok
"That's an order" smiled Janeway.
Tuvok had soon left the medical bay in favour of his own quarters; the doctor meanwhile felt that as his patient was in no condition for surgery had spent the remainder of the day in his office vainly researching through his medical texts for any data that may further his understanding of her somewhat unearthly powers.
Thus it wasn't till several hours later, on hearing her stir in her sleep that the doctor, once again came face to face with his patient. Breaking off from his contemplation, armed with the data he had recently studied he headed off towards the surgical bed on which he had left her, geared up for another attempt at communication. Only to discover his mysterious Borg had been replaced by a human child with long, straight raven hair and the same startling green eyes.