Disclaimer: Star Trek: Voyager and the characters within do not belong to me. If they did, then there would be no end to the possibilities. Unfortunately, Paramount has Star Trek in their evil clutches and my fleet of old birds-of-prey (armed with Leola root and commanded by Admiral Neelix) isn't up to facing a Borg/Ferengi/Dominion armada. I am just playing around with those adorable characters. I promise I will not make any money off of this story.

This story takes place some time after "Endgame" (one of the worst episodes in Star Trek history. I'm sure many will agree.)

Rating: PG

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"Regeneration cycle incomplete," came the un-feeling voice of the computer.

Seven opened her eyes and sat up in bed.

'I am perspiring at an alarming rate and the regeneration cycle terminated.'

She thought the same thing every time she woke up since Chakotay had left her.

'Ever since I started using the regeneration feature of the bed,' came another recurring thought.

Then she did something she had not done since Icheb had saved her life, not even when her mate-to-be left her.

She started to cry.

The Borg shell broke as she realized that once more, she was alone.

The Antares Fleet Yards had never felt so lonely. Just as abruptly as the leaking had started, it stopped. She reached for a PADD and began working on another design.

***

The next night was filled with the loneliness of her own quarters. She silently ate her meal and recycled the remains, ready to get back to work.

As she sat back down at the table, her hands tapped the PADD on autopilot, and she was once again left to contemplate her own existence.

She had no friends. She had co-workers, but they didn't talk to her unless necessary. She was lucky Starfleet let her anywhere near what she was doing; she tried to tell herself, but it didn't take away from the sorrow of the same lonely routine day after day. She longed for the days of Voyager, when every day was different.

She was brought out of her trance by the door chime.

'Curious, no one has ever come to my door at this time.'

She silently prayed that this would be someone attempting to socialize.

'Impossible. I am Borg.'

"Come."

As the door slid open, she contemplated the figure before her until, a nanosecond later, a wave of emotion spread through her body.

"Harry!!!?" She jumped out of her chair and was embracing him before he had a chance to react.

Harry was taken aback only until he heard soft laughter from his shoulder.

'Wait, crying?!'

Harry's protectiveness took over.

"Shhh, shhh. It's okay Seven, its okay. Tell your friend what's wrong."

Seven slowly stopped crying and looked up.

'I have a…friend?'

Seven released him and looked him over. She noticed a package in his hand.

Harry noticed where she was starring.

"Oh, yeah. This is for you, Seven." He held out the package.

As quickly as possible she took the package and began tearing it open.

'Is this the right Seven of Nine?'

Seven stood in awe of the picture in its frame. It was a Senior Staff picture. It had been taken shortly before Voyager's return.

This was the only picture she could recall in which she was smiling.

"Harry, it is…perfection. How did you get here?"

"The Yeager is in drydock, and I had leave. I decided to pay you a visit. Oh, and this is also for you."

He reached behind his back and produced a single rose.

"Harry…I…"

***

"Regeneration cycle complete," came the unfeeling voice of the computer.

Seven opened her eyes and sat up in bed.

She was ready to go through the morning routine until she felt someone next to her.

'I am complete.'

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Finita