Another J/7 story…yay! This came out of playing a card game, when somebody was able to win, and everything else was added from there. In this one, Seven begins to daydream about a particular female Starfleet Captain, and it's affecting her efficiency... This story shall revolve around femmeslash…Don't like it? Go home.

Disclaimer: If I have said it once, I have said it a thousand times! I. Do. NOT. OWN. ANYTHINGGGG that goes with Star Trek…of any sort, kind, species, gender, color, creed, nationality, planet, universe, quadrant, etc. I just play around with the characters for a few minutes and put them back unharmed…most of the time. :]

Thanks goes to: TRACKERPUPPY (airlock depressurizing in the next chapter)

"I got it!", shouted Seven of Nine, startling the Captain on all accounts. "What Seven, what is it dear?" Janeway had been caught way off guard, she was still very lost in thought.

Did she just call me 'dear'? Seven thought to herself, then quickly got back to why she had begun to shout. "Captain" she said, looking at Janeway, with a serious-as-a-heart-attack look on her face, she continued, "I believe I have just had what humans call, an 'epiphany'."

Janeway looked confused for a brief second, and then said, "ok, well what was it about?" Seven continued her oh-so-serious look at Janeway for just a second more, and then stated, "I'm sorry what did you say?" Janeway then gave Seven another confused look, wondering what was wrong with Seven, because she never…what's the word…spaced out like that before. In an almost worrisome manner, the Captain put a warm hand on Seven's forearm and asked, "Seven darling, are you alright?"

"Yes, Captain. I am functioning within normal parameters." Seven stood ramrod straight as she gave her reply, her arms remaining clasped behind her back, the Captain's hand still on the woman's bicep. "As I mentioned before Captain", Seven began again. "In this epiphany, I realized that if I reroute the imagery cufflinks to a different, smaller quadrant of the Jeffries tube, I can use a specific gamma override within my Borg matrix, and that will then improve efficiency of the warp core manifold by 13 percent."

"Well that is…" the Captain began, looking as if something else was on her mind… "In essence of my Borg perfection, Captain?" Seven interrupted. "Well, actually I was going to say extraordinary, but you keep that objective in mind dear." The Captain then turned to leave Engineering, leaving Seven to check out her assets as she left.

There she goes with that dear again…and did she say something about calling me darling? Does she wish to change the nature of our relationsh…No, that would be pointless. She is the Captain, and I am…well, am I considered a crewmember aboard Voyager?

Seven pondered her thoughts to herself, before drifting off into space again, beginning to daydream like she had earlier when the Captain was speaking to her.

Moments after she began daydreaming about being aboard a Borg vessel, B'Elanna came up to Seven an asked her about the cufflinks she was going to be rearranging.

"Seven! Seven? Hello! Anybody home?" B'Elanna had raised her voice at her last question, which seemed to knock Seven out of her stupor, and then realized she was being addressed.

"Ah, Lt. Torres, what was your question?" she replied, keeping her position as straight as a board, as if I again, and then asked another in somewhat concern. "Seven, were you…daydreaming?"

Seven didn't quite know how to respond at first, and then answered the Lieutenant's question. "I was, and I apologize lieutenant. It was inefficient. I seemed to have been doing this more and more frequently. Maybe I should consult the doctor about this…" She began to trail off, and looked down at the floor, feeling a light blush come over her cheeks.

"Seven, it's alright, daydreaming is just another part of being human! Everybody does it every now and again! This really isn't a big issue. Now, about those cufflinks…" B'Elanna's sentence was soon interrupted when the blonde woman in front of her looked at her with cold, tear-filled eyes and said, "I am Borg" and then walked away.

I really must do something about this daydreaming. Seven thought rather hard on her way to sickbay, really hoping the doctor would have an answer for her. I am glad to have kept my composure while the Captain was speaking to me, especially since that particular daydream was about her! She stepped onto a turbolift. "Deck ten." Just as the turbo lift doors were closing, another crewmember stepped inside, said a brief, "Hello Seven" and then proceeded to tell the computer her destination.

Seven nodded in acknowledgment, and went back into her own thoughts, but not for long, because she began to daydream again…

*Picture this going on in Seven's mind*

The room is very dimly lit, there is just barely enough for Seven to see clearly into where she is. "I'm in the Captain's quarters", she says to herself. The air is warm, and humid, a thick steam all throughout the air, keeping Seven's destination unclear from her as she hears the Captain's voice say her name. "Seven…Seven…"

"Seven, Seven…Seven!" the ensign said, almost shaking the former drone to get her back to consciousness. Seven came out of her stupor, and looked at the ensign confused, because she didn't know what the ensign felt the need to grasp her as she did for. "Why were you shaking my arm ensign?"

The young woman replied, "I think this is your stop. I wasn't going to Deck Ten but the turbo lift doors opened, so I figured it was your stop. You didn't walk out when the doors opened, so I called your name and you didn't answer.""I see" came the other woman's reply, and then thanked the ensign before stepping out of the turbo lift and into the foyer of sickbay.

The faint sound of the Doctor's voice saying, "I've got it!" was heard in the background, and Seven took a deep breath, hoping the Doctor would have something of use for her to make these horrific yet wonderful daydreams disappear.

He has GOT to have SOMETHING.

Those were her last thoughts as she walked toward the Doctor, keeping her posture bean pole straight as always, and a killer poker face to match.

"Please state the nature of the medical emergency…"

Stay tuned for some Chuckles fun in chapter 2!