I don't own Star Trek Voyager, Paramount/CBS does. I'm not making any money from this.
AN: I have been stuck on two separate stories, so I didn't want to start another long one. I've been wanting to write something, though, so this is what I came up with. This takes place during Latent Image, when members of the crew are keeping The Doctor company while he deals with what happened to Ensign Jetal. This is what I think went on in Seven's mind. This is in the first person pov.
"Deck 8" I instruct the computer as I enter the turbolift on Deck 6. I am more aware that usual of my need to regenerate as I wait for the turbolift to arrive at it's destination. I have been 'keeping The Doctor company,' as Captain Janeway called it, for the past eight hours. Lieutenant Torres arrived five minutes ago to relieve me. Our conversation runs through my mind as the turbolift stops and I walk to cargo bay 2. I analyze the conversation to make certain that I followed the proper protocols.
"Hey Seven. How's he doing?" Lieutenant Torres had quietly asked me as she entered the holodeck.
"He has not said anything to me since my arrival. I doubt he is aware of his surroundings at the moment." I had replied, attempting to keep my tumbling emotions out of my voice.
"Did you at least try to get him to say anything?" Lieutenant Torres had asked, sounding agitated.
"I said 'Hello' to him upon my arrival. He did not give any indication that he had heard me. I was uncertain how to proceed, so I thought it best to wait until he acknowledged me. I did not wish to cause further damage to him by attempting to force him to converse with me." I had answered, feeling even more helpless having put my concerns into words.
Lieutenant Torres seemed to accept my answer. Though she still appeared upset, I believe that her anger was no longer directed toward me, but at The Doctor's current situation. As I reach the cargo bay, I conclude that I did not further damage my tenuous relationship with the lieutenant.
I walk over to my regeneration unit and program an eight hour cycle. It is not often that I willingly regenerate for such an extended period of time, but tonight I cannot help feeling... drained. I lack the energy to fight with myself over doing more work before I retire for the evening. I am also hoping that regenerating will assist me in understanding my current emotions concerning The Doctor. I am... worried about him. I have never seen him so despondent in all the time that I have been aboard Voyager. He has always been the one to lighten a situation with an attempt at a joke. While I have never found his jokes very humorous, I do miss them. As I step into the alcove I try to discover why I am upset by the fact that he did not respond to me. It should not matter, but I ma hurt that he did not give any indication that he knew anyone was there. I wonder what the point of being there was if The Doctor was unaware of my presence.
Just before I close my eyes in preparation for the start of the regeneration cycle, I see the picture that Naomi Wildman drew for me some weeks ago. I remember Neelix saying that Naomi hoped that I would 'get well soon.' I quickly come to the conclusion that I want The Doctor to accept what happened to Ensign Jetal so that he will return to his normal self. I hope that he gets well soon. I miss him.
AN2: Please r&r. Thanks.