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Not So Happy New Year

Stardate 43983.85

(Monday, 26 December 2366, 2:32 AM, local time)

The screen flashed with first the Federation emergency symbol, then the Centaurus emergency symbol, then the Starfleet insignia.

T'vek came back to the bed and wrapped his arms around me as the image changed again. The face we saw was familiar to me, and yet not. Captain Picard, but as if the color had all been sucked out of his life, and one eye was covered by some weird piece of hardware.

"I am Locutus of Borg,"came the message. "This message is being sent to all receivers in the Federation. I speak on behalf of the Borg. You will all be assimilated. Your distinctiveness will be added to our own. Resistance is futile."

"Oh, god," I said after a few moments of staring at the screen, which had cut to static and then been replaced with FNN reporters and images of government leaders.

The tickers quoted news headlines at the bottom of the frame: Starfleet Captain Corrupted - Picard Compromised – Who Can We Trust? - Assimilation: Myths and Truths – What ARE the Borg? – Space Zombies Want Your Brains… and Bodies Too.

I repeated it, "Oh, god."

"Yeah," T'vek said, his voice soft and sober near my ear. "That pretty much covers it. You know, for whatever you mean by 'god.'"

"Should we wake up my father?" I asked, though I wasn't really asking him. "No, he'd have heard the emergency signal. Should we go to the den and see what FleetNet says?"

I slid out of his bed, found the pair of panties I'd left on the floor and put them back on, catching my toe on the lace band of one of the leg-holes as I did so. This caused me to stumble awkwardly, but I recovered.

"Zoe, calm down."

I gestured at the screen. "Calm down? Captain Picard's been turned into… that thing… and we have no idea what's going on with our parents and friends, and you think I should be calm?"

T'vek's part-Vulcan biology was never more evident than in the next few moments. "Zoe, I love you, but you have to calm down." He slid back against the headboard of the bed, crossing his legs under the covers. "C'mere," he said. "Sit facing me."

"Fine." I did as he asked, my back against the footboard, my legs crossed lotus style. He threw the bedspread back toward me, so I'd be covered. Apparently he thought I was cold. "Now what?"

"Breathe."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Breathe. In through your nose, out through your mouth."

"Meditative breathing? Really?"

"It works," he said. "Here, take my hands, and meet my eyes." His warm hands closed over mine, and his dark eyes captured my gaze. "I'm scared, too," he admitted softly. "I can't decide if I'm glad we're here, and relatively safe, but in the dark, or if I resent not being on the Enterprise where we'd have a shot at hearing the whole truth. But being scared won't fix anything. Now, breathe. In through your nose, then hold it for two seconds, then out through your mouth."

I raised my shoulders in an exaggerated shrug, then let them fall. "Okay, fine," I said. I breathed in, held it, let the air rush out of my mouth.

"Good," T'vek said softly. "Again."

I knew better than to argue with him when he was being all vulky. It never worked out well. In. Hold. Out. He made me do it about ten times, but it felt like a thousand, except I really did feel calmer after about the first three. More in control.

"Okay," I said softly. "I think I'm okay, now. For a while, anyway." I turned my hands in his. "Thanks, Tev."

"Hey, I did it for me," he teased. "Call it enlightened self-interest."

"Uh-huh." I grinned at him as I said it.

My father knocked on the door a few minutes later. "T'vek," he called, "Is Zoe with you?"

"I'm here, Dad," I called, meeting T'vek's eyes, and waiting for his affirming nod. "Come in if you want."

I'd never seen my father so worried – frightened even – before. "Darling girl, when you weren't in your room, I didn't know what to think. Gia said you'd be with your friend."

Ordinarily I'd have corrected 'friend' to 'boyfriend,' but it wasn't an ordinary night. "I was panicking," I said, which was true, to a point. "Tev helped me get control of myself."

He nodded. "Your grandmother woke me as soon as she heard the e-blast. She's gone back to bed now, but said to wake her when you're ready for breakfast." He stared at T'vek and me for a long moment. "If you think you can sleep, you should go back to bed, Zoe."

"We're supposed to just go back to sleep? Like nothing happened? Like nothing's wrong?"

"We're safe here," he assured me. "I've tuned the comm-system to local e-blasts only, so you won't have to hear every 'cast," he added. "Sleep is the best thing you can do for yourself right now."

I met Tev's eyes again, and he nodded, "Go on back to sleep, Zoe. I'll be fine."

His breathing exercises actually had made me feel tired. "Okay," I said. "I'll see you in the morning…well," I added ruefully, "later in the morning." I leaned forward to kiss him, then unfolded myself and stood up. "You know where to find me."

His answer was to smile his sexy wicked smile at me. "Yeah," he said, "I do."

I followed my father out of the room, waiting for the inevitable lecture on appropriate behavior with male guests, but it never came. "I'm glad your friend is here with you," is what my father actually said as we walked back to our side of the house. "You can support each other, and help your Gran."

I snorted at that. "Dad, please, Gran is stronger than all of us."

He chuckled softly. "Excellent point, darling." We stopped at my still-open door. "Get some sleep, Zoetrope. I mean it. Don't stay up all night watching the news feeds."

My father knew me too well. "I will," I said. "And I won't." I kissed him on the cheek. "Love you, Dad."

"Love you, too," he said.

(=A=)

Stardate 43985.47

(Monday, 26 December 2366, 4:44 PM, local time)

"Anything new?" I asked as I entered the room that we'd always called the den, but Gia kept referring to as the 'media room.' Whatever you wanted to call it, we'd been hunkered down there in various configurations since early that morning.

It had begun with me not being able to sleep after the emergency alerts had gone crazy and my father had found me in T'vek's room, and sent me back to mine. I'd tried to sleep, but I only tossed and turned, until finally, I'd given up, slid sweatpants on under the t-shirt I had worn to bed earlier, and wandered down to find something to snack on. When in doubt: seek solace in junk food.

Gia had been in the kitchen, too. "Is it like this when you're on the ship with your mom?" she asked me, probably not even thinking about the fact that my mother was, in fact, on a ship – the ship – dealing with the Borg.

"What do you mean?" I asked, too worried to even bother snapping at her.

"You know, sirens and alerts and stuff."

I shook my head. "There are alarms, sure, when something bad happens, but civilians are mostly just confined to quarters. We don't get all the gossipy stuff – you know the people on the news making guesses about what went wrong – but we also don't typically know anything unless an officer lets something slip that they shouldn't."

"Isn't it terrifying?"

I hesitated before answering her. "There are different kinds of terror," I said slowly. "On the Enterprise, you fear the ship breaking up during a battle, though, really, there aren't that many of those. Here? We have no real information, except there are space-zombies coming to kill us."

But that had been hours before.

T'vek lifted his eyes to mine, tearing himself away from the vid-screen. "Your Grandmother is napping. Your dad and Gia went for a walk on the beach. The Enterprise is currently under the command of Commander Riker and someone named Shelby is serving as his second."

I arched my eyebrows at that. "Shelby? Not Data? But I thought he was second officer?"

Tev shrugged. "I can only report what I hear. FNN thinks the Romulans are involved. Centaurus News has people who swear they found a secret base where the Breen are actually making – creating? raising? – whatever – the Borg."

"Has anyone ever actually seen what's inside Breen armor?" I asked, more musing than anything else. "Maybe the Borg are the Breen."

Tev favored me with the kind of smirk you have to be at least half-Vulcan to pull off. "Guess what the commentators on FedNet Two are saying?"

"No!"

"Yes."

I descended the three steps into the main part of the room, and joined him on his couch. "Have you slept any?" I asked quietly. I noticed dark circles under his eyes, the bruised green making him look more alien than he usually did.

He shrugged. "A little. In here. You?"

I shook my head. "I keep trying. I keep having nightmares. It's like when we all thought Data was dead, but worse. Way, way, way worse."

"FleetNet mentioned reports of a huge cube-shaped object approaching the Wolf 359 system."

"Cube-shaped?"

"Yeah. No video though."

"I'm not sure if that's good or bad."

"Me neither."

(=A=)

Stardate 43988.84

(Tuesday, 27 December 2366, 10:16 PM, local time)

After two days of media immersion, I'd lost track of time, and I was pretty sure neither T'vek nor I had eaten a regular meal or slept normally since the alerts went off. Gran made stacks of sandwiches, and several casseroles so that we wouldn't all rely on replicator food since none of us felt like cooking.

Then she gathered us all in the foyer.

"I love you all," she said, pinning first my father, then me, then Gia, and even T'vek with her gaze. "But I'm not spending the week tip-toeing around while the lot of you mope and scowl. As my travel plans have changed, I'm returning to the farm today." Off-planet travel for anything but emergent reasons was currently being restricted.

"Mother, are you sure that's wise?" my father never used the word 'mother' unless he was concerned or angry.

"Why wouldn't it be?" she challenged him.

He couldn't think of a reason.

"Sven will handle anything that needs handling," she added. Then she kissed him on the cheek. "Take care of your family, Zachary. I'll see you for New Year's."

She hugged each of us, muttering reassurances in our ears, although from Tev's expression I think she whispered something else to him. Then she left.

Dad and Gia went back to the den then, and T'vek and I were left alone, but he did manage to elicit a smile from me by asking, "Wait. There really is a Sven?"

"There might be," I said. Then I turned around and headed upstairs. "I'm tired of staring at vid screens. I'm going to take a bath." And that's what I did.

Hot water, bath bubbles that smelled like summer flowers and sea salt, a good book – it was my go-to formula for washing away gloom. I set the entertainment system to play a mix of light classical and jazz music – rock and roll was not good accompaniment for a decent soak – and submerged my body in the tub.

Instant relaxation.

Maybe a little too much relaxation, because I could have sworn that I closed my eyes only a minute before, but when I opened them the water had gone cold, and someone was knocking at my door.

"Be there in a minute!" I called out, reaching to unplug the drain stopper. I toweled off and wrapped myself in the fluffy robe I always had and rarely used, and even slid my bare feet into cotton chenille spa slippers. "Is there new news?" I asked, opening the door.

I was expecting Dad.

It was actually T'vek.

"Nothing new," he said. "Your father just realized you'd come up here more than an hour ago. Sent me to make sure you didn't drown."

"Translation: Zoe, come down and be morbid with everyone else instead of in your room alone." I said, and then I was immediately apologetic. "I didn't mean to abandon you."

"You didn't," he said. "But it's after ten, and I know you haven't eaten anything in hours, because I haven't, and except for your bath we've been together."

"And they've decided we all need to have a meal together, despite the odd hour." It wasn't a question.

"Pretty much," T'vek confirmed.

"Have a seat," I gestured to my bed, which I'd remade after not-really-sleeping in it, mostly out of habit. "I need to find something to wear." I rooted through drawers and came up with clean pajama bottoms and a faded Starfleet Academy t-shirt that had once been my mother's. It was pretty worn, and I made a mental note to figure out a way to acquire a new one. I left my hair in its damp ponytail. "Okay," I said, as I pulled a pair of athletic socks onto my feet in lieu of slippers. "Let's go have a sweet family dinner."

(=A=)

Stardate 43990.29

(Wednesday, 28 December 2366, 11:00 AM, local time)

We spent the morning of the third day after Christmas flipping channels.

"…reports that the Borg Cube continues to progress toward the Wolf 359 system, with estimated arrival in roughly three standard days…"

FLIP

"… Locutus has refused requests for interview, repeating only that the Federation's 'technological and personal distinctiveness' will be assimilated by the Borg…"

FLIP

"… Enterprise sent a subspace burst confirming the ship is intact, but transmissions are being jammed…"

FLIP

"…saying that you believe the Borg are just the first wave of an attack from the Delta Quadrant or beyond…"

FLIP

"…. Romulan Empire has never been on friendly terms with the Federation. Even now diplomacy is strained at best…"

"System off." My father's voice was adamant, not that it made a difference to the entertainment computer.

"Dad!"

"No," my father said. "Zoe, I get it, I'm worried and scared, too, but we can't hide in here until something happens. Gia and I are going into town to have lunch. Would you like us to drop you and T'vek at the arcade or the skating rink?"

"Tev?"

"Actually," he said, hesitating, "I'd really like to try surfing again, since the sun is out." He flashed me a rueful grin. "If the apocalypse comes," he said, "wouldn't you rather meet it on the water?"

"The boy makes an excellent point," I said. In truth, I'd been monitoring the surf reports on my padd. "Would you drop us at Hikaru Beach?" I asked. "There's awesome swell there today."

My father grinned. "Sure," he said. "Anything to get you away from the vid-screen for a few hours."

"But if you hear anything…."

"I promise I'll come get you the instant there's any kind of news. Go get ready; Gia's waiting."

"Hikaru Beach was named for Captain Hikaru Sulu," I explained to T'vek, as we unloaded our gear. "He was a friend of Captain Kirk's and I guess Kirk owned a lot of property on Centaurus at one point, so there are lots of places named after his friends."

There were a few other surfers already there, but that made sense, as it was nearly noon. A blonde girl came up to us as we staked out our section of sand, "That can't be Zoe Harris," she challenged, grinning.

"Oh, god, Kelly!" I dropped my gear and ran to hug one of my oldest friends. "I thought you'd moved to Garrovick Bay?"

"We did," she said, cheerfully, returning my embrace. "But my grandparents still live in Beach Haven, so we came for the holidays. And I think my parents are considering moving back. Who's the boy? Is he available?"

I rolled my eyes at her, then called back to T'vek, who was lingering a couple yards away, "Tev, come meet one of my friends from before…"

My awesome boyfriend joined us, gave Kelly an appraising glance, and then wrapped his arm around my waist.

"T'vek Mairaj, meet Kelly Weaver."

"Hi," he said to her. "Good to meet you." He lifted his free hand and tucked some of his shaggy hair behind his ear, so the point showed. "And no," he added, "I'm definitely not available."

"Wow, you heard me?" Kelly's grin turned sheepish. "Oops, sorry." Then she added, "So, did your parents throw you out of the house, too?"

"Kind of," I said, "yeah."

Tev shook his hair back into its more usual place. "Did we come to chat?" he asked, "or surf. Because I was promised surfing, and I think we owe it to our friends on the ship to be sporting awesome tans when we get home."

I laughed. "Okay, okay."

Kelly laughed, too. "I should get back to it, too. No surf to speak of in the Bay. Nice meeting you T'vek," she said. "Nice seeing you, Zoe. We'll be at the club, later, if you want to join."

She ran back across the beach to her friends, and T'vek and I chose a new spot several more yards in the opposite direction. "You can be with your friends if you want," he said.

"I don't," I said. "I really don't. But if you do…?"

He stabbed his surfboard into the sand, drew me close, and kissed me. "I'm kinda loving not having to share you with parents or teachers or other friends for long chunks of time."

We really didn't do that much surfing, after all.

(=A=)

Stardate 43995.32

(Friday, 30 December 2366, 7:02 AM, local time)

Two days after our forced surf excursion, T'vek and I rented a sailboat from the yacht club so he could show off his sailing prowess. We didn't go far, just out to one of the closest islands for a picnic lunch, but it was amazing to be with him, watching his shaggy hair blow in the breeze as he directed our course.

"Now I see why you named yourself after a pirate," I teased him, after he'd set the autopilot and come to sprawl on the wooden deck with me. "You love the water as much as I do."

He grinned. "Yeah, I do. My mother says that's my Betazoid blood. I keep reminding her that Sasak of Xir'tan was a celebrated shipwright on Vulcan and throughout the Federation."

"I keep forgetting Vulcan has an island continent… everyone seems to be from Shi'Kahr, or at least from nearby."

"Most non-Vulcans forget about Xir'tan"

"Have you been there?"

"No, but I want to. There's an excellent architectural academy there, and it would make Mother happy if I attended a Vulcan school."

"But you're considering other schools, too, right?"

"About as much as you're considering schools other than M-SOMATA." He was referring to the Martian School of Music and the Arts, my father's alma mater.

"Oh, you!"

We spent the rest of the day building sand castles rather than focusing on possible futures, then returned to the boat, diving from it, swimming back, and generally playing in the water. We returned to the yacht club a mere five minutes before our check-in time, met Dad and Gia for dinner, and got home too tired to watch the news.

(=A=)

Stardate 43998.34

(Saturday, 31 December 2366, 9:30 AM, local time)

By the morning of New Year's Eve, we were tan, salt encrusted, and managed to pass for ordinary, blissful teenagers, except when there was a news report on. Then all laughter would cease, and we'd focus on whatever reporter was on the vid-screen at that moment.

Nevertheless, Dad and Gia decided to hold their New Year's Eve party. After all, it was tradition. T'vek told me he thought it was a good idea. "If we let the possibility of a Borg attack stop us from living our lives," he said, "they've already won."

He had a point.

So, we helped set up for the party, which mostly meant staying out of the way of the caterers and their staff, and we found ourselves back in the den, after all, glued to the news.

FleetNet reported that a fleet of forty Starfleet ships had formed a sort of line in the proverbial sand in the Wolf 359 system, and was preparing to challenge the Borg head on.

"That sounds dire," I said to Tev.

"Naah," he said, in a tone I'd learned was his version of whistling in the dark, "the fleet will prevail and all will be well by the time we ring in the new year."

"I hope you're right," I said.

(=A=)

Stardate 43999.85

(Saturday, 31 December 2366, 11:45 PM, local time)

As was typical for my father's annual bash, the guests were a mix of local elite, members of the arts community, friends, and family, and whatever houseguests any of the above had invited along. The furniture in the formal living room had been pushed back to make room for dancing, and a jazz combo was set up in one corner.

Every indoor plant, and almost everything vertical outside had been draped with white fairy lights, and clusters of candles were on the center of almost every flat surface. The caterers had provided a spread of finger foods that ranged from chips and dip to sushi to things I couldn't identify, and champagne was served throughout the evening, rather than only at midnight.

I introduced T'vek to some of the family he hadn't met at the wedding reception, and to a few of the members of Dad's orchestra, whom he recognized from Serenity Five. He danced with my cousin Vanessa, and then with Gia, and when Gran made her appearance, he danced with her as well.

Mostly, though, he danced with me. Well, it would be more accurate to say we swayed, because while I'd had a childhood full of ballet, tap, and jazz, I wasn't very good at social dancing, and T'vek, for all his other talents, was rhythm-impaired.

The band was just going on a break when someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned around to see my friend and favorite baristo, Kavan. "Hey," I said. "You're here."

"I am," he agreed, dragging his companion forward. "The parents came, and Kelly was in town, so she's here too."

"Hey, Kell," I said.

"Hey," she breezed. "Sorry if I interrupted your date the other day."

"You didn't," I said.

"What do you say we all get out of here?" Kavan suggested.

I glanced at T'vek, who shrugged. "Why not," I said. "I'm about danced out."

The four of us trouped down the back hallway, and out through the mudroom to the back deck, which was empty. I found the timer for the patio heaters – the sea air was a bit chilly late at night – and revealed the bottle of champagne I'd hooked en route.

T'vek dropped into one of the chaise lounges, and gestured for me to join him, while Kavan and Kelly opted for chairs of their own.

"So," Kelly said, "catch us up. How awesome is it living on a starship?"

Tev and I told them what it was really like, how most of the kids were Starfleet wannabes like their parents, how the classes were small, and the teachers pushed us hard. We told them about some of the dignitaries we'd met – though I left out the brief introduction to Sarek – and where the ship had gone.

Finally, though, Kavan picked up the champagne bottle, took a healthy swig and asked, "Okay, now tell us what we really want to know. T'vek… how did you tame Zoe."

It's a good thing neither of us had been drinking at that moment, or I'm certain there would have been a spit take. "Tamed?" we both asked at the same time.

"What makes you think Zoe could ever be tame?" T'vek asked, holding my hand more to keep me from slugging Kavan than for purely affectionate reasons.

"How do you know I'm not the one who did the taming?" I asked, in my best one-false-move-and-you're-dead tone of voice.

Kavan was saved from certain death by the sudden appearance of my grandmother. "Darlings," she enthused, "it's nearly midnight. Sparkle time!"

We followed her back inside, to where the countdown to midnight was just starting, and when it officially became 2367, T'vek and I were kissing amidst the hiss of sparklers and the sound of off-key singing.

(=A=)

Stardate 44001.40

(Sunday, 1 January 2367, 12:15 AM, local time)

The pleasant buzz I'd had from the stolen champagne the night before gave way to the combined sounds of e-blast alerts and T'vek's voice calling my name. "Zoe! Zoe, wake up!"

I sat up in my bed, nearly hitting him in the nose with my elbow as I did so. "What?" I asked groggily. Then the alerts penetrated my brain. "Oh, shit. What now?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said. "The blasts just sounded. Your father said he'd reset the system for only real emergencies, though, so…"

I reached for the remote on my nightstand, and pressed the sequence of buttons that would allow my entertainment console to show news.

"Officially Starfleet is referring to this event as the Battle of Wolf 359," a mocha-skinned FNN reporter was saying. "But the truth is that it was more like a massacre. Just a few hours ago, forty ships faced the Borg. Now, only one starship remains, in addition to any survivors who made it to escape pods."

"Which ship?" I asked, not sure if I was asking T'vek or the screen. That information would determine my reaction.

"We go now to Starfleet Headquarters where Admiral Alynna Nechayev is speaking to the press corps."

We watched the screen as a slight blonde woman strode into a room and took her place behind a podium. The front was draped with Starfleet's sigil, while the flags of United Earth and the United Federation of Planets flanked her. She talked in a voice that managed to be warm and sweet at the same time it was also confident and commanding, and she spoke of the ships that had battled against the Borg cube.

She listed thirty-nine ship names, but I couldn't focus, couldn't track. Finally, she gave us the confirmation we both needed: "U.S.S. Enterprise, under the command of William T. Riker is tracking the Borg vessel on its approach to Sector 001. The Borg known as Locutus, formerly Captain Jean-Luc Picard, continues to issue statements regarding assimilation. We urge everyone to minimize travel. Off-world transit is suspended except in emergent situations. Local authorities will provide more information."

"Enterprise survived," T'vek repeated to me, as if trying to convince himself. "Thirty-nine out of forty ships were destroyed, but Enterprise survived."

I couldn't find words. We were half un-dressed, though we hadn't done anything but sleep the night before, and we were in my bed, and clinging to each other for everything we were worth, and when my father came in a few minutes later, he didn't seem surprised, and we didn't bother to move apart.

His tone was a mixture of relief, concern, and exhaustion, and probably no small amount of hangover. "I guess you saw the news," he said, sitting on the edge of my bed, on my side. "I'm glad you two have each other," he said. "And I'm glad you're here, Zoe." He sighed, and I reached for his hand with my free one. "We're all going to have to hold tight to each other now."

When Gia came into the room a few minutes later, her face drawn and tight, we just moved so she could join us. When Gran arrived a few minutes after that, she was more subdued than I'd ever seen her. "My dear ones," she said softly, "I was wondering if you'd join me in a prayer."

We didn't bow our heads, or utter any words aloud, but we all piled onto my bed, and held hands or wrapped arms around each other. Then we took in a collective breath, and each of us, in our own way, sent a plea out into the Universe. I can't pretend to know what anyone else's was, but my own thoughts were the safety of my mother, T'vek's parents, Data, our friends, and everyone else, and the continued safety of the rest of the Federation at large.

We were silent for several minutes, and then, T'vek broke the mood. "Forgive me if I'm being a bad guest," he began. "I know things are dire – I mean, my parents are up there – but is anyone else hungry?"

Notes: Forty ships engaged the Borg at Wolf 359 on New Year's Day (Earth equivalent date) 2367. 39 were destroyed, with most hands either lost or assimilated. Among the survivors, of course, were Benjamin Sisko and his son Jake. (Revised 27 May 2016.)