Authors Note: I know I still have another story unfinished but this idea came to me the other day and I knew I had to write it down. I would appreciate it if people could let me know whether they like the idea of this story as I'm in two minds about trying it (I will finish my other story when I get myself out of the corner I've written myself into). I want this to be a dark story not a light-hearted romance. So please let me know if you are interested :) This is just the prologue from Sevens point of view. The other chapters will be 3rd person (or not depending on reviews/comments etc). xsjx
Prologue – Sevens letter to the crew
Love. A word I never thought I would understand again. Of course my memory of understanding it the first time round was disjointed and, for want of a better word, fuzzy. The love I had felt for my parents before my assimilation into the Hive mind was pure and innocent. It was that certain kind of love that only occurs between parent and child. I have since learned that there are different types of love. To love another human in a way that consumes your every thought, your every breath and your every second of existence is not the same as loving ones parents in that warm, safe way. The second kind of love was ubiquitous in its attack on your body and mind and it is exciting and terrifying all at the same time. I understand all of this now and this is down to one woman: Captain Kathryn Janeway.
She severed me from the collective and forced me to start again in terms of my development as a human rather than as a borg drone. I owe her everything and yet nothing as I consider all debts to have been paid in full. She was pivotal in creating the woman I am today though reflecting on it now maybe I would have been better off not being the person she has sculpted. Well, her and the Doctor. Since coming back to Voyager I find myself unable to complete a full regeneration cycle; my thoughts confused and flecked with a raw emotion that fades quickly upon my 'waking'. Something in my mind, maybe a remnant of the Captains influence on me, tells me that to ease this I must tell our story; I owe it to her to admit the truth to her crew.
Kathryn Janeway taught me how to love and in doing so taught me about experiencing anger, sorrow and hatred. You wanted to know what happened down there on The Colony and I'm finally ready to tell you,
Seven of nine, tertiary adjunct to unimatrix zero one.