This is a writing exercise for me, trying to grasp the voice of Seven of
Nine. Since you guys asked, here is some immediate gratification. The
serious R part will be in the next part.

Lorre the evil one

Part two of ?

Seven sat in on the floor in the middle of the Da Vinci program. She
pulled her legs up, hugging her knees. She rocked back and forth,
humming. It was thus that he found her. He swore that he could hear
her humming "You Are My Sunshine."

The Doctor walked quietly over. She seemed not to notice him. He
placed a hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright Seven?" He said, with
a note of concern that he didn't bother to hide.

"I am alright Doctor, I just needed some time to myself." Seven replied,
not looking at him.

"Seven, whatever it is you need to talk about it. You need to let me know
what is going on, so I can help you." The Doctor told her softly.

"I do not require your assistance at this time Doctor." Seven spat, still
unable to meet his eyes.

The Doctor didn't know where the urge came from, but he couldn't resist
the temptation. His hand reached out to caress her unblemished cheek.
Slowly he turned her face towards him. "Are you sure Seven? You
haven't been yourself lately."

"I appreciate your concern, but I really need to be alone right now."
Seven emphasized each word, but the Doctor could see a certain amount
of desperation in her eyes. She didn't pull away from his touch.

The Doctor trailed his fingertips over her cheek. Such softness, it
beckoned to him. He watched her eyes dilate, a simple physiological
response to his touch. "I don't think you need to be alone right now,
Seven. I know I don't wish to be alone." He told her.

Seven pulled away from him, standing. So concerned he was for her
emotional needs, that he hadn't realized that she was barefoot. She
padded over to the large window that opened up onto the pastoral
country side. She placed one hand up on the hard wood molding that
surrounded the large portal. "I can't deal with this now doctor, I need
you to leave." At this point she practically yelled at him.

The Doctor walked up behind her, not touching her. "No, as a friend I
can't leave you like this. Who will you talk to?" Again he reached up to
place a hand on her shoulder from behind. "Seven, you have been
slowly getting worse for weeks, and you haven't been talking. It's time
to at least recognize that there is a problem." She still refused to
comment. "Damn it Seven! When I see you in pain like this, it tears me
up inside."

"Please don't Doctor." Her voice was soft, much like the little girl that
had been assimilated. Her words told him that he shouldn't care, that it
wasn't right.

Tapping into strength that the Doctor didn't know that he possessed, he
turned Seven around, forcing her to face him. "You think that I can
control what I feel? I can't Seven, I care, you're my..." His voice trailed,
"friend." It was almost as if he wanted to say something else.

"It's not your problem Doctor. I am sure after a few days that it
disappear." Seven attempted to turn around, to keep him from seeing too
deeply inside of her.

The Doctor tilted her chin up. Pausing for a moment to drink her in, he
ran his thumb over her lower lip. Seven quivered in response. Her lips
parted slightly, and he swore he could here her heart rate increase.

"I know what you are going through, Seven. I go through it too." The
Doctor whispered, leaning closer and closer. He hadn't wanted to push
this, but it was surfacing in her whether he liked it or not. Fear rose
inside of him somewhere in location of where his heart would have been.
Seven moistened her lips, fear in here eyes. Her breathing increased.

"Please," She begged, both of them unable to tell what she was begging
for.

"Seven, I'll never hurt you." The Doctor pledged. He saw something
flash in her eyes.

"Please," Seven begged again, glancing towards the door. Then she
gave into the feelings she didn't understand. She reached up and ran
her hand down his cheek.

The Doctor smiled warmly in response, and pulled her close to him. He
placed a soft kiss on her cheek, not wanting to push her. Just as his lips
touched her cheek, she turned her own lips making contact with his own.

Seven hungered, her lips craved the touch of his. She didn't understand
it, but the feelings running through her seemed to short out her
processors. All she could do was feel.

The Doctor took the initiative, running his hands up through her
hair–freeing it. Fire through silk, his finger slipped through her tresses.
Liberated, he brushed his own lips back and forth across hers. Her
feelings raging like a fire out of control, she put her hand behind his head
and pulled his face closer. Hungry, she nipped at his lower lip.

The fire raced down Seven's body, pooling it the pit of her stomach.
Something was wrong, but his hands clinging to the back of her neck
forced the thought out of her mind. Lips locked, and she felt the urge to
open hers. His tongue slipped between them, interlocking with her own.
She heard him groan in response.

Satin velvet, her tongue felt like satin velvet across his own. Her
heartbeat, out of control, stole her very breath that she managed to slip
in between the hungry matting of their mouths. Her hands trailed down
over his chest, seeking more. She wanted more, she could barely
breathe. She needed him. He had reduced her to a quivering mass of
nerves unable to function properly. Is this what it was all about?

Surprised, Seven pushed him away from her. For a split second she
looked up into his eyes, almost as if she was seeking meaning in the act.
Then, as if some random evidence had finely linked itself together, she
knew. Her eyes widened, and the Doctor reached to her.
Fear washed over him, as the Doctor watched her turn and run out of the
holodeck.

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I am off to bed, but I thought I would post this part to let you see that I
was working on it.