Her eyelashes fluttered open to the feeble rays of first dawn shining down on her face. Sleepily her arm reached back to her nightstand and lifted the watch sitting there to her eye line, ten minutes to six. As this information sank in she automatically shifted to get up but a warm heavy weight coiled round her body stopped the movement and she tensed as the memories came flooding back before turning her head to gaze at the man who had helped in creating them. She smiled wryly as she relaxed back into his hold; there were some advantages to only having a single bed after all. He hasn't changed much at all, she thought with contemplative fondness as she ran the back of her hand up and down his cheek. She watched as his eyes blinked open at the touch, a smile drifting across his face as his eyes drowsily met hers. "Annette…" he mumbled softly.

"Good morning." She replied in a low whisper. He nodded against the pillow they shared, giving the hand that had been caressing his face a light peck before he focused on the watch in her other hand.

"What time is it?" he asked urgently, now fully awake.

"Almost six o'clock." She answered with a sigh as his face tensed and he began to lift himself away from her.

"I'm getting picked up to return your information to base camp at seven." He muttered worriedly but with a glance down at her pained face. "What honey?"

Annette swallowed the lump of tears in her throat but that didn't stop them appearing at the corners of her eyes. "It's too dangerous… you'll die, please don't go…" She pleaded, beginning to kiss along his jawbone to keep him with her.

He allowed the affection, their lips meeting in a deep kiss before he spoke again. "You're always such a pessimist sweetheart…"

"I'm serious!" She sharply responded, pulling back from him.

He instantly regretted his shrugging off of her worries, kissing her neck and shoulders repeatedly as he tried to soothe, "I know, try not to worry…"

Annette tried to take his advice but she couldn't shake the feeling that they wouldn't be like this again. "Charles, do you hate me for what I did?"

Shaken by the grief and fear in the question, he grasped her shoulders and kissed her until they were both breathless before pulling back to answer. "Don't ever think that I don't love you…" he paused for a moment as he thought about how to explain his complex feelings. "I was hurt, angered, by what happened…but I understand now and even at my worst I never hated you darling…"

"Good. I love you also." She murmured but broke their kiss as she heard a creak emanating from the room above them. "Katrine is awake, you must go." Hurriedly she swung her legs out of the bed and began to dress quickly.

Charles sat up in the bed and pulled his shirt on as he turned to look at her. "Are you in some trouble with this cell?"

"They find it difficult to trust me." She stated coldly, her back turned to him.

"Do you trust them?" he asked pointedly, although he already knew the answer, Annette trusted no one except perhaps, he flattered himself, him.

She shot him a scathing yet affectionate look, carefully opening the room's door as she did so and stepping out, scanning the bar for intruders. "It's empty, come on." Charles left the room knowing from the urgency in her voice that their time together wouldn't last much longer. Unable to think of words as they approached the doorway all he could do was kiss her lovingly as he left her side and headed for the door but her voice stopped him in his tracks. "You forgot something Charles." He turned to see her waving the pad of paper which held the information he'd come to get in the first place.

"You're a lifesaver…" he began as she handed it to him, stopping his flow of words by kissing him again.

Looking directly into his face she murmured, "Don't get killed."

He ran his fingers through her hair. "I don't intend to, as long as you do the same for me."

"Agreed." She whispered, reluctantly letting him go and opening the door out onto the street. "Until we meet again." She murmured trying to be teasing but the emotion behind the statement was real.

"I'll be waiting." He replied softly, taking one last long look at her before stepping out into the street and rounding the corner, fighting the urge to look back as her eyes followed him.


Annette's shoes clicked on the uneven cobbles as she weaved skilfully between the Nazis and bystanders in the crowded street, trying to focus on the bombs she would have to build that night but her mind refusing to wander far from the memories of the night before. Irritated by her lack of concentration on her task she quickened her gait before loud shouting across the street caught her attention. A man being roughed up by a particularly hot headed Nazi lieutenant, the man was strangely protective of his groceries…wait that was their courier! Gunshots suddenly rang out and the man ducked. Taking a hasty decision she pulled out her pistol and grabbed the man who whimpered in fright as she fired back and pulled him along at a run. He dropped the bottle of wine he was carrying and it shattered as a bullet hit it. "The message!" He cried out in horror.

"It doesn't matter! Come on!" She shouted, firing another shot over her shoulder before fleeing blindly with the man at her side. A hot searing pain pierced her side and she turned into the nearest alley, realising too late that it was blocked off. The last thing she was aware of was the sickening sensation of a bullet grazing her skull and as she collapsed against the wall her last thought was that she hadn't kept her promise with Charles.


Seven woke suddenly with a gasp, why was she in Sickbay? The Doctor placed a restraining hand on her arm. "Keep quiet and don't move." He ordered, "There's a Hirogen on that biobed over there. What's the last thing you remember?"

Seven's brows furrowed with effort, everything was so…disjointed. "The Hirogen, they pierced the hull, boarded the ship…I was in a phaser fight on deck three…"

"That was three weeks ago. For the last nineteen days the crew has been trapped in violent holodeck simulations." He injected her with a painkiller before continuing. "It's my job to patch you all up and send you back. You should have seen what you were like after the Crusades…"

"Will I have to re-enter the simulation?"

"Yes…" The Doctor smiled slightly. "…but now you have an advantage." Seven looked at him questioningly.

"I've adapted one of your implants to jam the neuro-transceiver blocking your memory centre."

"Neuro-transceiver?"

"The Hirogens implanted them; basically they make you believe you are your character. It will only work for a few seconds after I send you back in, you have to find the holodeck transceiver and align it to accept commands from the bridge so we can release everyone else."

"Understood. Where am I going?"

"World War II, a twentieth century Earth conflict. Do you know anything about it?"

"Nothing." Seven replied apprehensively.

"That could complicate things. You won't remember anything about your role in the simulation after the jamming signal kicks in. Just treat it as a new social setting, try to fit in." Seven nodded slowly and the Doctor picked up a bio-needle. "I'm going to have to sedate you now." The drug worked almost immediately and Seven slipped back into unconsciousness.

The next thing she knew was that she was staring down into a crowd of faces, some human, some Hirogen on some sort of stage. Gulping convulsively as she tried to recollect her thoughts, she forced herself to speak, "I…must discontinue this activity." She choked out before descending to a structure she recognised as a bar and taking a huge gulp of water.

Suddenly the Captain, out of uniform and frowning deeply at her, appeared at her shoulder. "What are you doing? I promised the Commandant you'd sing until midnight and there's more information I need to get from him…"

Seven cut her off, her voice tight. "I am ill."

"I don't care if you're dying!" The Captain hissed, grabbing her arm roughly. "Get back up there!"

Seven freed her arm, knowing this woman who was and wasn't the Captain wouldn't accept that she had no idea what she was supposed to do. "I won't." She replied in as controlled a tone as she could muster, leaving hurriedly before she could stop her. Without thinking she fled to a small room which upon entering she felt a shiver run up her back, her cheeks growing strangely hot as her gaze fell on the unmade bed, she believed the humans would have called this feeling déjà vu. She shook her head vigorously in an attempt to rid herself of it; she had more important things to think about!


Katrine looked at her bartender questioningly who said what she was thinking. "Suspicious that on the eve of our liberation she becomes uncooperative."

"You think she's a spy?" Katrine asked in a whisper.

"She was with our courier yesterday in the shootout and comes away unharmed."

Katrine thought for a moment. "You're right. I'll deal with her."


Seven bent over the crude twentieth century devices, how these things could ever be rigged to explode she didn't know but she made an attempt with whatever knowledge she had, which wasn't much. The conversation she was half listening to stopped and the Captain, no, Katrine, leaned over her shoulder. "You haven't connected the detonators, unless that's what you intended."

Seven fought a blush of embarrassment; she'd never been corrected by the Captain on a technical matter. "I will correct the error."

"You'd better." Seven hoped the activating of a weapon as she said that wasn't a threat.

Seven looked around the room which was apparently the centre of Nazi headquarters. Katrine immediately began to look around, "Set the charges." She ordered her as she began rifling through papers. Seven nodded, listening to Katrine's horrified exclamations about troop movements as she searched around for an access panel. Carefully removing the panel she set methodically to work but then Katrine stepped over her. "You haven't set the charges! What are you doing?"

Seven struggled for a moment to think of a plausible explanation. "I believe there is a Nazi transceiver in this wall, I am attempting to disable it."

"Stop what you're doing!" Katrine insisted.

"No." Seven replied quickly as she activated the desired relay.

Hearing the sound Katrine pulled out her gun. "Move away or I'll kill you." Knowing her task was done Seven rose to her feet to find herself staring down the barrel of the Captain's weapon. Come on, come back Captain… Still nothing. If I survive this I'm never going on the holodeck again.

A/n: Please review! My faithful reviewer Midnight Vampire Charlotte has just started her first C/7 story, please read and review as its FANTASTIC. It involves my two favourite plot lines, time travel and a child that looks suspiciously like a combination of my two favourite characters! The story is called "Amy".