The Colonel- Series 2- Sequel to the Colonel

by ray gower

Captain Janeway learns more about the Colonel and faces some home truths. Seven of Nines 'Involvement' becomes deeper and B'Elanna receives a much awaited proposal eagerly accepted. Of course catching the Colonel is one thing, keeping him is another

8. Unions, Reunions and Promises (New 04/04...

Authors note: I'd just like to thank everybody that has read and commented on these stories, both in this and the last story cycle. Your comments are much appreciated. Thank you!

Ray

Unions, Reunions and Promises

Tom and B'Elanna tie the knot, Captain Janeway gets impatient and Seven of Nine takes control. The promise of a friendly planet gives the crew of Voyager a welcome prospect of rest. Some old enemies are met and friendship blossoms...

Voyager and the characters aboard her (except the Colonel) in this story are copyright of Paramount. No resemblance is intended to any person alive or dead.

The story line and the Colonel are my own.

Constructive criticism and comments are welcome on e-mail story@rgower.plus.com

If like me you like to know why things occur like they do, I would heartily recommend you start at the first of the Colonel series.

This story is rated PG13

©R Gower 2000

Permission to talk, Ma'am? The Colonel announced slamming to attention and saluting in Captain Janeway's quarters.

Granted. What have you done with Seven? She asked in surprise, laying down her napkin after a solitary evening meal and eyeing the crisply dressed Colonel. He was a physically handsome man, she decided, and it was enhanced by the regimental non-dress uniform that he still wore. Briefly she felt a little pang of jealously for Seven of Nine and the man she had seemingly captured the heart of so easily.

She is not due from regeneration for another three days, Ma'am. The Doctor found a fault developing in one of Miss Nine's implants, he thinks he has fixed it but has ordered her to extend regeneration by at least 48 hours, he informed her crisply.

So what do you want to talk about? She asked mildly.

Miss Nine and myself, Ma'am, he responded neutrally.

She queried in surprise. Don't tell me there is actually somebody on this ship you don't know inside and out, because I won't believe it! Especially when you spend so much time together! She accused lightly.

I fear I am far too close to Miss Nine to see everything, Ma'am. That is why I have come to you for advice, he admitted colouring in embarrassment.

Go on! She prompted. But I warn you I know nothing about people compared to you, she admitted, grinning wolfishly at him.

The Colonel didn't see it, he appeared to be studying his hands intently. A display of nerves, she reasoned, unseeming in a man she had seen charging fearlessly into battle against impossible odds, but then the strangest things seemed to affect him, she remembered.

Feeling her steady gaze upon him, he looked up. I'm sorry, Ma'am, he apologised. I'm trying to work out what to say without it seeming to say things I don't mean.

She looked at him puzzled. One of the things she found most refreshing about the Colonel was the way he spoke plainly, without trying to confuse the issues with irrelevant conversation. For him to actually try and pick and choose his words because he was uncertain was unusual.

Perhaps you should start at the beginning? She suggested helpfully. That is what Seven claims you always suggest is the best place.

A small smile flitted across his face. Perhaps you're right. I shall try, Ma'am, but I don't know if there is a beginning as such.

Perhaps I should start by repeating what I said to Miss Nine when we started this wild fling? He suggested. I love her with all my heart and I will continue to do so no matter what she decides in the future. I will endeavour to be by her side whenever she needs a shoulder to lean on, no matter what the cost to myself. You must believe that! He insisted.

Okay, I've got that, she agreed cautiously.

But our current relationship cannot continue as it is. I am making mistakes and I have taken advantage of her, it is a sin I find unpardonable.

You wish to terminate your relationship? She demanded sharply.

He snapped desperately.

But there are no more excuses for me to share Miss Nine's quarters. We haven't needed a confessional in months. She has learnt everything I can teach about humans, formed all the opinions and beliefs that she needs to develop it further, she proved that on you when we found those damned crystals. It is time I stopped fooling myself there is more I can help her with. There is only one action left and that is for us to marry. But I am too scared to ask, he explained wretchedly.

You believe Seven would object? She asked curiously.

I'm afraid Miss Nine wouldn't and for the wrong reasons, he corrected her desperately. I will never match her abilities or perfection no matter how hard I try. I don't want her to think she owes me anything because she doesn't, or think of me as a charity case, or that she is duty bound just because of what we have faced and done together.

I do not understand! She protested incredulously. You think she doesn't love you? You're more than wrong if you think that!

He took a deep breath to steady himself. I think she may do, but it may be for the wrong reasons, he started unhappily. Since I joined this ship I have endeavoured to take care of Miss Nine. At first because it was the condition that you made for me to be allowed to stay aboard your ship, then because of other factors. Either way I have protected her and the environment she lives in and offered her help and guidance with all the abilities and facilities I can muster and I will continue to do so. But I am afraid that she may have come to love that protection not the man that is dedicated to providing it. That love can't last. One day all this chasing around will end, either because I haven't survived or we return to Earth. In the case of the latter she will find all my unsavoury side, or find somebody better suited, but by then she will be trapped with me, and I can be very jealous. I couldn't live with the pain she would face.

There is also still the distinct possibility I will fail to protect her as I failed with Anneka. I don't know how to proceed? He added wretchedly.

The Captain pondered the statements for a few moments before making her comments. It seemed incredible, to her, that the man who had shown such a deep understanding of everybody else on the ship should miss the target with Seven's feelings for him by such a wide margin.

What do you want her to do to prove it? She demanded finally. Impale herself on your sword?

Before he could answer she continued urgently. General Fletcher told me you were the original and ultimate swashbuckling romantic pirate, dedicated to protection and comfort of everybody and anybody and terrified of people getting close to you, and have been since before he met you, she said quietly. Everything you have done aboard this ship has proved that. That is you inside and out and it is not just the Duty' you declare it is because you wear that uniform, we all know that, especially Seven of Nine!

Yes! I know there are those hidden memories that you keep locked away and they terrified Tuvok as much as they terrify you, but remember Seven has seen them as well. They drive you to be what you want to be and what you are.

Seven knows you struggle with all the science we use and accepts that just as we do, because you know other things that she will never understand. We almost forgot that people are more important than simply getting the mechanics of a space ship to work. The galaxy will still be here without star ships, star ships won't without people, she has learnt that from you.

You are the most honourable, kindest and wisest human I have ever met, I wish I was more like you because it would make me a better Captain, she admitted gently. Seven has tried to emulate some of your characteristics with some success, but she knows she will never be good enough to be without the benefit of your help and guidance.

The truth of the matter is that you feel ashamed in wanting to be so close to her, sharing her life and quarters, because you don't think you're good enough for her. But you are terrified that she might actually refuse you and think it will force you to part? She accused.

Well I've got news for you! She answered her own accusation forcefully. You are good enough for her and she won't refuse. She has tried almost everything to make you accept her as a mate, but you are so comfortable in your inferiority complex you haven't noticed!

He started to speak, but she waved him down with a curt, I haven't finished yet!

As for failing to protect Seven, together you've beaten off almost everything the Delta Quadrant can throw at you, that won't change just because you have married. I read the reports in the file about your wife's death, even for a man capable of superhuman efforts you could not have saved her life! You were four hundred miles away when she died, you wouldn't have got there in time with a Star Ship! Now go, be as brave as you are in adversity, and do what you really want to do and propose! She finished with the demand.

The Colonel had returned to studying his hands uncomfortably. I suspect I deserved that, thank you, Ma'am, he stated quietly. But I do tend to get those I'm close to hurt.

You two couldn't be closer if you were Siamese twins! Captain Janeway stormed at him.

Forgive me, Ma'am. Siamese twins don't have the best of lives, he pointed out wretchedly. One works the other doesn't.

The Captain glared at him steadily for a long moment before replying. You're not putting her too high in your estimation are you? The Captain sighed. I know you think she is perfect, but she really is a long way from being perfect, despite how her beauty and intelligence make her look.

When used to being at the bottom of a coal mine a molehill looks as though it's at the top of the world, Ma'am, he replied cryptically.

But you are a long way from the bottom of a coal mine, Alan, She responded mildly, immediately interpreting the cryptic meaning. So you shouldn't make a mountain from it. Now go before I use General Fletcher's solution and get security up to force you together. I understand why he did it now!

I think I'd find it easier to charge single handed into a Division of infantry than do as you are suggesting, Ma'am! He admitted sadly. But I will try. Thank you, Ma'am! He slammed her a salute again and disappeared.

She sat quietly at her desk and carefully went over everything that had been said, looking for any hidden or unment comments. Finding none she prepared for bed, wondering when the Colonel would finally accept his own feelings for what they were.

On his way back to his quarters the Colonel spied Ensign Samantha Wildman in a side corridor, struggling to gain access to a conduit hatch located close to the ceiling.

May I be of assistance, Ensign? He asked, changing direction.

She smiled at his offer. Seven made a note that this power conduit was under strain and would need to be inspected regularly, she explained. But she is isn't due out for a while so I got the short straw. The problem is that Seven is taller than me and can reach it!

Allow me, he offered and popped the hatch.

I wouldn't know a good one from a bad one so excuse me for the familiarity! Gently he placed his hands around her knees and shoulder behind her bottom and lifted.

She squealed in delight as she found herself lifted clear off the ground onto his shoulder and face to face with the dubious power conduit. Quickly she gained her balance scanned the conduit with her tri-corder and slammed the access port shut again.

It'll be fine for a few more days, she announced.

You can put me down again, if you like? She added hopefully

Quickly he complied, letting her slip gently off his shoulder and allowed her to slip gently to the floor, his arms around her waist.

Don't worry about catching Seven. Marry me! She demanded laughingly, turning in his arms sliding her own around him and placing a peck on his cheek, watching him colour in embarrassment. Nobody has done that since I was eight, it was wonderful! Can I invite you for a cup of tea in my quarters, perhaps you can tell Naomi a bed time story, she really loves your stories!

I'll remember your first offer, in case the Captain is wrong, he replied lightly. But I would be delighted to accept a mug of tea. I've not sat and talked with Naomi for a while, what mood is she in and I'll think of a story to match it? He offered with a grin.

Bored. I've been neglecting her for the last few weeks, she admitted coyly. Perhaps bringing you home will make up for it?

We've all been neglecting each other for the last few weeks, the Colonel commented mildly. But I'll try my best.

She led them away towards her quarters, chatting happily.

Seven of Nine awoke from her Borg stasis at the prearranged hour seven days after she had entered it. Nervously she looked around the Cargo Bay, seeking the tall figure that was always waiting for her at times like these. She relaxed as she saw it standing guard beside the alcove, as still as she was under the machines effects. The dark uniform making it an indistinct shape in the holds shadows, but easily recognisable if you knew it would be there.

The tall figure moved forward, slammed to attention in front of her and saluted. Lieutenant Colonel Alan Samuels, at your service, Ma'am!

She eyed the figure up and down appreciatively, taking in the crisp dark green uniform and the strong man inside it. Her efficient servant, protector, confidant and sometimes guide to real humanity and care, she wished he would be more.

Report status, she demanded calmly, hiding her feelings and stepping down from the alcove.

Wish to report, the ship is currently underway at warp speed, the Captain has decreed we will maintain a safety zone of at least one light year between the ship and Felongran Empire. There has been no contact with friend or enemy, Ma'am Colonel Samuels announced crisply. Lieutenants Torres and Paris have announced when the big day will be and Lieutenant Torres has requested that you are bridesmaid. Also regret to report I am still in love with Miss Seven of Nine, despite the injuries sustained and other distractions and hope that she is still with us!

You were damaged? She inquired, vaguely she recalled seeing blood.

Nothing serious, he admitted cheerfully. A lump out of my throat, lacerations to the stomach and chest, nothing life threatening. Permission to kiss the aforementioned lady?

She claimed stoically and braced herself for the welcome sweeping up in arms that would follow.

She was not disappointed as his arms wrapped around her and drew her close, their lips meeting in a long and tender kiss.

Miss Provarich may have had your gorgeous body, but was most definitely not the woman I am in love with! He whispered in her ear as they broke apart.

Yet you protected and got as close to her as you do with me! She pointed out, allowing a touch of jealousy to enter her voice.

Of course! He responded innocently. She needed protection and she was borrowing your body what else was there to do?

I will consider the matter. You may escort me to Astrometrics, She announced.

he agreed with a smile. I would like the chance to see what I'm kissing!

He gallantly offered her his arm, which she gripped firmly and together they left the Cargo Bay.

They entered Astrometrics to find Ensign Kim at the consoles.

Ensign Kim. State your intentions? Seven demanded coldly. Astrometrics was her domain and she found it difficult to accept others using the room and equipment.

Marine Gwyndal gave us the details of a friendly race and a planet called Sharawonga, the Captain believes that we need to meet somebody friendly for once for everybody's benefit Kim explained. I was just plotting the course, almost finished. Are you going to act as B'Elanna's Bridesmaid? He added conversationally.

I am uncertain, I do not know what the functions of a Bridesmaid' are, Seven responded carefully.

All you need to do is make sure she gets to the service and doesn't try and runaway, Kim explained cheerfully. And considering it's B'Elanna, doesn't kill Tom before, during or after the reception.

Also the security and physical care of the dress, pinning it up where it doesn't fit or rips as it's put on, mop up the tears caused by nerves from the bride the morning of the service, whilst dealing with her hair and make up, which will be a mess after the hen party you also need to arrange. Ensure posies are delivered, ensure the bride is the required fifteen minutes late, guide the brides family to their seats in co-ordination with the Best Man. Prevent the page boy stepping on the train, or blowing his nose on it, stopping the youngest bridesmaid from being sick all over the bride because she's had too much chocolate milk shake and carbonated drinks. Generally prevent disasters. I was lucky I had Major Fletcher for mine, the Colonel added lightly.

There appears to be a lot of arranging, Seven stated uncertainly.

You will be a natural, the Colonel encouraged. When it comes to cool in a crisis I can't think of anybody better qualified.

He turned to Ensign Kim. Your responsibilities are even greater mind, Ensign, he pointed out. As Best Man, of course, if it goes wrong it is your fault. Now if you're finished button pushing? Bugger off, there's a good chap, he suggested mildly.

Taking the hint Kim made rapid excuses and left smartly.

Seven quickly studied the control panels, noting the planet that Kim had identified and recognising the indigenous species from her Borg ancestry. Species 3947, a life form that is almost unique in the quadrant, She claimed in disapproval. They have no aggressive tendencies but an advanced culture. If they still exist, there will be little chance of danger for the ship and crew on Sharawonga, except from the excess of entertainment.

Sounds like an Australian sheep farm, to be honest, the Colonel commented.

I believe you may find the parallel with simple quadropeds uncomfortable, she asserted. They are very docile and inactive.

After a while probably, the Colonel admitted taking her in his arms and kissing her gently. But we have been living on the edge for nearly a month, we do need time to relax, reflect and recharge ready for the next batch of disasters.

He claimed lightly, releasing her again. Before I return to put my remaining marines through seven flavours of hell, is there anything I may do for you?

I must recalibrate the sensor array, your assistance will not be required, she assured him calmly, noting the disappointed look pass across his face. What training are you proposing for your Marines?

Three days real soldiering digging holes, on Holodeck 1, catch you later? He announced cheerfully turning for the door, then suddenly stopped and patted a pocket.

I knew there was something I meant to give you! He announced, pulling a long box out of one of his seemingly cavernous internal pockets and presenting it to her.

Take a look later, when you've done, he suggested kissing her quickly on the cheek, then he turned smartly and was gone.

Intrigued she opened the box to reveal a light twin trace gold chain choker garnered with deep blue Sapphires and a small note, this she read, The little black number was getting a little dull. This might be a little better in the right situation? Love AS', it read.

Carefully she closed the box again and made a note to look at it again when she finished her calibrations so she could think of a suitable reposte.

She took it with her to the staff meeting thirty minutes later and laid it before her on the table, an act noticed by the Captain, as the others took their seats.

How long before we reach Captain Janeway demanded getting the meeting underway.

Seven days, Tom Paris announced. Whilst we've the chance B'Elanna wanted to do some work on the warp engines, so we're using impulse only!

The Captain queried.

Last time we went to maximum warp there were vibrations in the anti-matter manifolds, she reported dutifully. I want to balance them out before we needed full power again.

Nothing to do with your marriage in five days? She queried hawkishly. I don't know if I'll be granting any extended shore leave.

No Captain! B'Elanna protested in seeming shock at the suggestion. I just want them to be in perfect condition!

And nothing to do with D'Argonaic's promise it was a beautiful planet for a wedding and honeymoon? Chakotay added mischievously.

Both Lieutenants blushed noticeably.

The Captain pushed on saving further embarrassment. How are your preparations going, is there anything else you need? This is something that I want to be perfect!

Only Seven's agreement, B'Elanna announced with a grin. The Colonel has put St Christopher's at our disposal, as long as he can play the organ.

She queried.

I am unsure of the functions, but I will comply if given the parameters, Seven agreed carefully, she glanced at the box on the table. Was that the right situation to wear the glimmering necklace', she wondered.

Anything else? Captain Janeway kept up.

There have been some complaints about the Colonel monopolising on the holodeck usage, Neelix offered unhappily. I know he is using it for training the marines and has moved a fair amount to the Shuttle Bay's, but if he could find a way to reduce the training requirements?

His methods are as unconventional as always, the Vulcan security officer admitted. He is aware of the reliance on the Holodecks and is attempting to reduce it, drill and fitness training is now largely carried out in the Shuttle Bay, theory is carried out in the Mess, but both locations can inconvenience others in their duties. Tactical simulations have been carried out on a number of decks, with obvious consequences.

Are they working? She persisted.

The Vulcan was emphatic. They carried out tactical training on their quarters with the help of security personnel two days ago, under the pretext of a hostage situation. The simulation was completed in fifteen minutes from deployment to completion, two security guards were slightly injured, the hostages were not harmed in anyway. He wishes to carry out a similar manoeuvre in Engineering?

Not while I'm working on the warp drive! Exclaimed Torres' heatedly.

He will seek your permission before he attempts to do so, Tuvok assured her. They will also clean the section to his satisfaction before leaving.

Torres blanched at the implied standard. I wouldn't ask that of them! She claimed aghast. I haven't got the hang of what he did to the shuttle yet!

Did you ever find anything? Kim asked in fascination, thinking of the Captains instructions to have the shuttle inspected minutely for any remaining marks.

she admitted. There was a finger print on the inside of the engine cowling. But I didn't dare tell anybody, otherwise he would have done it all again.

I will advise him of his error, Seven put in mischievously.

Don't you dare, or you'll be helping him! The Captain threatened quickly. I don't think I could stand it again.

I'll talk to him and see if he can reduce the use of the Holodecks further, she promised. Anything else? She prompted again. Otherwise dismissed.

Now you can show me what's in the box you keep eyeing, she confided quietly to Seven as the others trooped out dutifully, leaving her, B'Elanna and Seven of Nine.

Shyly Seven pushed the box towards the Captain, who opened it and let out a low gasp.

He needn't have been a soldier, she claimed fervently, gently pulling the necklace from it's box to examine it closely. He could be a jeweller, chef, entertainer anything! Have you tried it on?

No, Captain! Seven responded neutrally. Jewellery seems a pointless frivolity.

Not when it is made by the man that loves you, B'Elanna claimed peering over the shoulder of the Captain to get a better look. It's what made me accept Tom's offer in the end. It is proof that he cares for and thinks of you!

He is trying hard, the Captain mused quietly. I wonder if he chickened out at the last moment?

Slowly she approached Seven of Nine and wrapped the chain around her slender neck shutting the clasp firmly then standing back to admire it.

Torres enthused. You will have to wear it for the wedding! She laughed.

It is time you two sorted yourselves out properly! The Captain suggested. That must have taken him weeks when he ought to be thinking of something else other than you!

I shall consider your opinion, Captain, answered the cool blonde standing up and moving to the door, though she did appear to be colouring slightly, the Captain decided.

Those two give me more sleepless nights than you and Tom, the Captain confided to her chief engineer. One of them must make a move soon!

The Colonel was taking the Captains advice seriously. He had tried to pluck up the courage to approach Seven of Nine when they had been given privacy in Astrometrics, but had stopped himself, feeling it would not be fair when she had just stepped out of her deep sleep. Or at least that is what he tried to convince himself, the truth, he knew, was that Seven of Nine was never more alert than when she stepped out of Borg Stasis and he had bottled it. The task was proving every bit as difficult as he had predicted.

Now he stood glaring at his two remaining Marines in a holographic simulation of rolling countryside. They were confident of their abilities now that he had given them some comparatively simple tactical exercises and he had shown them what he expected of them, now was the time to tighten the screw.

Over the last few weeks, you have found how easy it is to storm a poorly defended objective, he announced coldly. Even when you are outnumbered. But taking a target is only part of your role, you've got to hold it as well! Now you are going to find out how difficult it is to defend a target you've taken!

In approximately 48 hours the enemy will attack this spot, you will defend it until they withdraw or you lose. To enable you to do so you will dig a defensive pit fifteen feet long, seven wide and eight deep. Along the outer edge you will include a fire step at about five feet below the edge, use the soil you dig to form a barrier on the edge of the pit and create fire slots through it. Carry on gentlemen, you have plenty of time, provided you don't stop, he grinned savagely at them as they blanched at the level of work being put upon them.

Why must it be so deep, Sir? Begged Gwyndal.

Because if your head is above the parapet I'll bloody well knock it off! The Colonel assured him. Even I have to have a target to hit. As for the fire step, you'll find out what that is for if it rains, it could do that too, the deeper you dig before it starts the easier it will be! Carry on Marines.

He stepped back and watched them start work. Not unenthusiastically, he noted, but they would find out how hard it was going to be in due course. He stepped back from the two soldiers to allow himself the chance to think about his other problems subconsciously gripping the leather bag he kept around his neck.

Seven of Nine was also taking the Captains opinions seriously, matching them with her own feelings and uncertainties. She tried to resolve them whilst completing her solitary tasks in Astrometrics, but found she it as distracting as attempting to do so in noise and bustle of the Mess. It seemed to heighten her feelings. Finally she took them to Cargo Bay 2, her alcove and the computer terminal and confessed her thoughts to it.

Humans seem to place much faith in the ability of marriage' to solve the differences between two people of opposite genders, she stated. The union of Lieutenant's Paris and Torres will undoubtedly prove whether their assumption is correct, I am still of the opinion that a homicide is a more likely outcome than a satisfactory collective being formed. The Captain is of the opinion that the Colonel has neglected some of his duties, because of our current relationship, she also seems to believe that the same solution would prevent this.

Considering my own feelings, I find I still suffer many of my early symptoms when I have cause to consider him, it is frustrating that he still resists extending our interaction beyond holding and kissing, he believes I wish to be protected from such extended interaction. I believe that he is not entirely satisfied with the conduct of our relationship. I understand that it is customary for the male to propose a union, yet I do not believe the Colonel will do so because of his decision to protect me from himself.

She thought for a moment before continuing. The options I face are limited. I find it undesirable to terminate the relationship we have established, however I do not wish to cause him unnecessary discomfort, I am also unsure whether he would accept the proposition of forming a collective.

Her mind wandered for a moment, her memory casting back to her visit to the Colonel's home on Twentieth Century Earth and her meeting with the local parson and his advice. The Cleric at the Colonel's church claimed that I could break the remains of his resistance should I wish to. I now believe that this may be the event that he was referring to.

Sighing softly she terminated her log entry and turned for her alcove, hoping that the Borg enhanced sleep would provide the solution.

It was with a new degree of determination that she emerged from the trance some twelve hours later and had her marching purposefully towards the Holodecks.

The door to Holodeck 2 opened and Ensign Samantha Wildman stepped furtively in.

She was on duty, but seeing the deck unused and with a pressing need to test out a programme she had created for her daughter, Naomi, before they shared it together, she took the opportunity.

She would make her apologies to B'Elanna Torres later, if she was caught, she decided and she did owe Naomi more time together.

Not that would necessarily be difficult to avoid Lieutenant Torres' wrath, she convinced herself, the Klingon engineer had become a whole lot easier to live with since her formal engagement to Tom Paris. There were even rumours that she hadn't shouted at a crewman for being clumsy when he had dropped a console he was repairing.

All these thoughts and others occupied her mind such that she did not notice Seven of Nine until she almost walked into the blonde.

"Ensign Wildman,'' Seven observed calmly.

''I'm sorry Seven! But there was nothing running," Samantha Wildman started to apologise for interrupting, but was stopped in her tracks by Seven's next statement.

"Apologies are not relevant, your opinion and assistance is.''

"Oh! Sure! What on?" She asked in surprise.

I am attempting to decide how to make the Colonel become a permanent collective with myself, but I am unsure of how to proceed, Seven announced dispassionately.

The Ensign gazed at her in stunned amazement. Marriage! Are you sure? She demanded impulsively, then bit her tongue hard. 'Of course she was, otherwise she wouldn't ask' she reasoned.

The Captain believes it would be a suitable situation, Seven confided.

But what about you? Samantha Wildman demanded. I thought you were both happy as you were without it?

There are occasions where he proves to be resistive and uncomfortable in my presence, Seven announced dispassionately. I do not wish him to be, this seems a suitable arrangement. You do not think it suitable? She challenged with the inevitable raised eyebrow.

No, I mean Yes, Samantha spluttered. For the Colonel quite probably, but I never thought of you as a marrying type. Then there is the after effects, like Children!

I have noticed that they are considered important, Seven agreed. I have also noticed that they cause much pain and distress to the female before they are born and have been advised it is similar as they mature. Is that the case?

Yes I suppose it is, Samantha admitted thoughtfully. But they also give a lot of pleasure as well.

You would go through it again?

Yes I would, she agreed readily. Given the right man. Somebody like the Colonel, perhaps? Strong, kind and considerate, she mused quietly.

I shall consult with the Doctor over the condition, Seven announced, ignoring the Ensigns final statement.

It's not an ailment, Seven! Samantha Wildman chided happily. It's perfectly natural, the Colonel loves kids and I think you do to, I heard about the Elgron baby and how attached you got to it!

She needed care, Seven protested weakly.

I'll help if I can, Samantha promised with a knowing smile. What were you intending to do?

I thought I should help him relax, Seven announced. Computer activate She demanded calmly.

The Holodeck shimmered into the the replication of the nightclub she and the Colonel had visited before. He finds this venue romantic and relaxing, we have used it before, She commented.

So far so good, the Ensign agreed readily.

Computer add holo image of Colonel Samuels, Seven demanded.

We usually engage in a dance before we leave. That is when I was proposing to ask, she announced, taking the hologram into an embrace.

I think you've got it well planned, the Ensign agreed, interrupting Seven before she got too involved. I can't fault anything there. How would you ask?

I wish to make you into my collective. You will comply! Announced Seven to the holographic Colonel.

She turned suddenly as Samantha Wildman collapsed to the floor in shrieks of laughter.

You are damaged? Should I call the Doctor? Seven demanded in concern.

No! Please give me a moment! Samantha gasped, clutching her sides in an effort to stop the laughter.

It was all going so well, the romantic mood, the situation, everything. Until you spoke! She laughed. There is such a thing as being too direct you know?

The Colonel prefers people speaking directly! Seven protested uncertainly.

I know he does, she assured her. But that was the verbal equivalent of hitting him on the head with a large club and dragging him off to your cave. Say it like that and he will be out the airlock before you can say Borg. He needs to feel he can refuse, even if he can't! She declared

What would you suggest? Seven asked cautiously.

Samantha Wildman climbed into a chair to consider the question. How often have you actually told him you love him?

Seven of Nine admitted. But he is aware of my feelings, we embrace each other, she added defensively.

Is he? Just who embraces who? Samantha Wildman asked thoughtfully. How often has he told you he loves you?

Most days, Seven admitted on the defensive.

You could simply try telling him you love him more often and before he tells you, then see what happens? Samantha suggested gently. If you really want to trap him in a hurry, then I suggest you wait until Tom and B'Elanna's wedding reception, then say you would like to marry him, if he will have you. With everybody there he won't be able to run so far!

I shall consider your recommendations, Seven agreed guardedly. Thank you!

If you decide to ask him, I will be routing for you, Samantha Wildman encouraged her. Of course, if he accepts, there will be a lot of jealous women on the ship, we were all hoping you would throw him out so that he was available on the rebound, she added with a laugh.

You would fail! Seven replied sharply.

Oh, we know that, we can't hold a candle to the hold you have on him, but it wouldn't stop us wishing and teasing him, and that includes the Captain, the Ensign laughed again. Now I'd better get on with my duties or B'Elanna will ball me out, wedding or not!

Still laughing she left the bemused Borg to think.

The Colonel's two marines stood in their freshly dug defensive trench scanning the horizon, or what they could see of it pensively, awaiting the attack that the Colonel had promised would occur at some point. The trench had taken nearly thirty hours of continuous digging to complete and it had started to rain hard, as the Colonel had predicted.

The rain had shown the reason for the tall Fire Step' that the Colonel had also demanded, stepping off it meant sinking to over the ankles in mud. They were now cold, wet, tired and dispirited, taking it turns to try and snatch some rest, whilst the rain continued to trickle down their necks.

Somewhere in the gloom there was a splash and the stiffened expectantly, then relaxed a little and grinned sheepishly at each other, as they heard the Captains muffled oath.

Their faces dropped again as they were told off by the Colonel, who was sitting on the edge of the trench, seemingly oblivious to the cold and wet. Just because it sounds like somebody you know, doesn't mean you don't challenge them! He snapped.

Marine Gwyndal shrugged and bellowed dutifully into the gloom that surrounded them. Halt! Who goes there?

Captain Kathryn Janeway! The still muffled reply came back. Will somebody help? I've lost a boot in the mud!

The two marines looked at the Colonel quizzically as he stood up. Regulations demanded that they should demand that the voice approach them to be recognised formally, yet they suspected that the Captain would not appreciate having to squelch through the mud before getting the required assistance. He shook his head at them confirming their suspicions.

Two moments, Ma'am! He answered cheerfully, moving towards the sound of her voice.

He found her sitting in the mud looking bedraggled.

I suppose you think this is funny? She demanded as he appeared.

No, Ma'am. I think this is war, he corrected her with a smile.

I admit though that I didn't think the computer would let it rain so hard and for so long, he admitted. I must have left something out in the programme?

She grunted in reply as the Colonel picked out her missing boot from the mud and handed it to her. She leant forward and slipped it back on, gasping involuntarily as the holographic mud squeezed between her toes, then turned back to the Colonel.

Help me up! She demanded. I suppose it is realistic, but is it necessary, they won't be with us for that long?

Yes, Ma'am! He answered in seeming shock. I can't do half a job and they aren't ready to storm a sunny beach yet, that gets very unpleasant!

He leaned forward, slid her arm around his neck and bodily lifted her clear of the all engulfing mud. Now Ma'am, should I help you off of the deck or do you wish to witness the finale? He asked lightly, as an explosion and the flash of phasor fire came from behind them.

The safeties are on? She demanded suspiciously, mindful of his dislike of the holodeck's automatic safety systems that prevented people getting seriously hurt.

It's their first attempt, so yes Ma'am, he admitted.

Then I'll come and watch, provided you carry me over this lot, I'm not looking for another boot whilst all this is going on, she agreed waspishly.

Carefully he carried the Captain over to where the two marines were hidden and dropped her as gently as he could into the trench. There is a fire step just in front Ma'am, he advised as he did so. If you care to step upon that, you'll be out of the worst of the mud and will be able to see through the loop holes. If you should wish to take part there are spare rifles and plenty of enemies.

What followed next, was in the Captain's estimation, the most terrifying forty minutes of her life as what appeared to be several hundred soldiers emerged from the gloom, all screaming and shooting at her personally, as deafening explosions ripped the air around her. Desperately she grabbed one of the rifles that the Colonel had pointed out to her and started firing blindly at them achieving little, until the Colonel stopped her and forced her to aim selectively and accurately. We want them to runaway, Ma'am, not give them a nice target, He chided, then turned to deal with an enemy soldier who had managed to crawl upto their position, by burying his own bayonet into him.

She turned in alarm as several more came over the parapet and watched as the two marines swapped from rifles to sabres to deal with them. Ignore them and keep shooting Ma'am, the Colonel hissed in her ear. They'll go soon! Do enough damage and they won't come back!

He was right, but it still seemed like an eternity to the Captain as she tried to ignore the screams around her and continued to fire at the shadowy figures that were approaching. Finally the aggressors withdrew and he called a cease fire and froze the horrific simulation.

Computer, compute scores! He demanded as they all leaned back and relaxed, even the mud seemed like luxury after the battle.

That was war? The Captain asked, still stunned by the savage way she had responded.

Not particularly accurate, Ma'am, the Colonel responded neutrally. There are no screams from the wounded! On the other had the enemy took more casualties than I would normally expect. It is one of the drawbacks of phasors against a rifle.

She queried in dreaded fascination.

A phasor either fries people or it puts them to sleep for a while and they wake up with nothing worse than a few burns and a headache, either way they don't scream in pain and don't need immediate medical attention, he prescribed calmly. With a rifle the probability is that you won't actually kill most of those you hit, the others are injured and need to be pulled back for medical attention. To be able to do that you need able bodied people, at first it's in ones and two's, then more get involved as they realise it isn't going to be a walkover. The magic figure is about 20% loss by which time over half of the enemy will have been used pulling the injured away and the attack collapses. Simple mathematics, even I understand numbers like that.

He smiled grimly at her look of horror. Of course it doesn't always work out like that, sometimes the bastards just like to die! He admitted.

Computer the scores please? He demanded.

Opposing force casualties 103 disabled from 260. Defending force casualties 16, the computer responded blandly.

The Colonel tutted under his breath. Somebody didn't keep their head down, he accused. Only a five to one kill ratio. You are all dead! But you will do better next time, because it will hurt if you don't!

I think we can call it a day, gentlemen. Unless you want to try the second attack? He offered the choice in wide eyed innocence, but was unsurprised by the respectful refusal.

He turned back to the Captain. You wish to tell me off for something, Ma'am? He queried.

She gazed at him blankly for a moment, until the reason for he visit came back to her. Not exactly, but I was going to ask you to try and cut back on Holodeck usage? She admitted. Is this is how you trained on Earth? How do you get people to fight odds like that?

Training and practise, Ma'am. The holodeck is an excellent training tool, it is a lot more realistic and safer than our ways, he responded neutrally. Considering it was their first attempt I suppose they didn't do too badly, he admitted thoughtfully. May I take you for a cup of tea, Ma'am? He added hopefully.

Your place or mine? She teased laughingly. We're in too much of a mess to be seen in the Mess!

It's all holographic, he pointed out. I assume it all disappears as we step off the deck?

It's real, she disillusioned him. Or at least as real as anything replicated. My place, come on.

Tell me you wouldn't prefer a life with Seven to that sort of battle? She demanded as she led the Colonel towards her quarters.

I have never made claim to what I would prefer, Ma'am! The Colonel responded. Only what I would find the easiest.

They entered the Captains quarters and she immediately pulled off her sodden uniform jacket and set about the replicator, handing the Colonel a steaming mug and a towel to wipe his face clean. He in his turn pulled a metal flask from inside his jacket and poured a measure of a thick dark brown fluid into both his and her mug.

What's that? She demanded in surprise.

Rum, Ma'am, he responded cheerfully. After two day's in mud in rain, it is the best anti-cold, flu and nerve tonic I know of, believe me I've tried them all! Cheers! He took a deep draught from the mug and the Captain taking his lead sipped hers, carefully. She coughed and spluttered as the unaccustomed fiery mixture caught her throat, then the burning sensation as it scoured it's way down. She hadn't actually realised she had felt cold on the Holodeck until then.

She swore hoarsely sinking onto a chair. That could put hairs on your chest. That isn't simple Rum is it?

Not quite, Ma'am, he admitted. It's Navy issue, high octane stuff, similar to the stuff they served on sailing ships, but not quite as thick. I picked up a couple of bottles for medical use on Earth.

As long as that is all it's used for then I'll not confiscate it, she claimed, taking another sip from her mug. It's powerful stuff and this is a comparatively dry ship!

Sorry, Ma'am, he apologised crestfallen. But it is traditional and I find it helps sometimes.

She laughed easily at him. Then take a good swig before you propose to Seven! She demanded.

He grinned sheepishly. You realised I chickened out the other day then?

I guessed, she admitted. But why the necklace?

It was a sort of apology, he admitted humbly. For my actions on the shuttle, for acting as I did with Miss Provarich. Just to remind her that I love her!

And I assume you have a really amazing ring to give her when you finally overcome your cowardice? She teased.

I think so, Ma'am!

May I see it? She asked gently. I don't think she entirely appreciated the necklace!

Sheepishly he reached inside his jacket and withdrew his much depleted bag of possessions and shook out a single ring.

The Captain grabbed it the moment it hit the table and held it up to the light. It's beautiful! She exclaimed, twisting and turning it. What are the stones?

The centre one is a genuine Sapphire, I'm afraid the ones in the necklace are replicated, he apologised. The cluster around it are largely diamond chips. He stammered in his embarrassment.

I thought it matched her nature and her eyes, cool and crystal clear. Do you think it suitable? He asked nervously. I could make something more conventional, if you think it isn't?

She stared at him, surprised at his nervousness and the obvious fear he had of upsetting Seven. Oh yes, it is suitable! She whispered huskily, handing it back to him. She would be both mad and stupid not to appreciate it, she is neither, she assured him.

Thank you, Ma'am! He breathed gratefully, putting the bag back inside his jacket.

He drained his mug. Thank you for my tea, Ma'am. I had better leave you to recuperate from the ordeal, he saluted and turned for the door as the yellow alert sounded.

Captain to the Bridge, the demand came over the ships communications systems.

The Captain cursed quietly reaching for her still sodden jacket and shrugging it on. Are you coming? She demanded as she pushed past heading for the lift at high speed.

Of course, Ma'am, he responded following hard on her heels.

I'm a mess! She complained as the turbo lift headed for the Bridge. And it's all your fault!

It makes you look very war like, Ma'am, he assured her mildly. They'll all be too scared to comment.

It's alright for you. You look like what you are! She hissed. Soldiers are supposed to look grubby, the Captain of a Star Ship isn't supposed to roll in the mud!

He laughed. At least I won't be the only one that is uncomfortable then! He suggested.

The door opened and they tumbled out, the Colonel taking his customary place by the door, whilst the Captain stalked to her chair, daring anybody to comment.

She snapped.

Three vessels detected, Captain, Tuvok announced neutrally from his station. One appears to be the Valorian Royal Yacht, the other two suggest themselves as Valorian fighters. It is reasonable to believe that there are other Valorian vessels in the area.

The Captain stiffened in dread, she remembered their last encounter with the Valorians and the desperate flight from captivity. She glanced back at the Colonel, who was still standing impassively by the doors, incredibly no trace of recognition showed on his face.

Have they hailed us yet? She demanded.

No Captain, Tuvok admitted. But they have detected us and have raised shields, weapons are on line, but they have not attempted to target us.

She took a deep breath. I'm getting changed, she decided firmly. Then I want a tactical appraisal.

She stalked off to the Ready Room.

Aboard the Royal Yacht, Martha, chief aide to the Princess Madila approached the door to the Princesses quarters carefully, unsure of her Mistresses reaction to the news that they were in detection range of the Voyager and the race that had prompted her to change their policies so radically.

"Your Majesty?" She called from the door, seeking permission to enter.

The door opened for her and she stepped in, allowing it to close behind her before looking around to face her Mistress.

"Martha?" Princess Madila queried sitting up in her chair after examining her computer terminal. "I hope that this mission will be a success," she confided. "The Elgrons, that Star Fleet sent in our direction could be a start in the future, but we need adult males now!"

"Perhaps we could ask them for advice?" Martha suggested, her long service to the Royal Court allowing a certain freedom in familiarity. "We have detected the Federation Ship Voyager, their course is similar to ours, but they seem to be travelling on reduced power."

"Is there an obvious reason why?" Princess Madila demanded.

"We decided not to scan their vessel without your instructions, Your Highness. We have raised our shields as have they and they have scanned our vessels."

"I suppose they are as wary of us as everybody else," the Princess sighed. "Try and establish contact with them. I will speak with Captain Janeway."

"How should we treat the Valorians?" Captain Janeway started her tactical briefing. "We know that their ships are well armed and protected, so I'm not entertaining hostile solutions."

"They have shown no hostile intent, other than shields," Tuvok announced. "They still haven't attempted to scan Voyager and have not shown resistance to our own scans."

"But they haven't tried to communicate," pointed out Kim.

"So what are they upto?" The Captain demanded.

"We could simply ask, Ma'am," the Colonel suggested mildly. "After all it does take two to talk and they let us go last time."

"But only after imprisoning almost everybody here and trying to send everybody else to the edge of the known Galaxy!" Chakotay protested.

"Never said anything about being pleasant, or not taking precautions," the Colonel snapped back. "The Valorians, despite their unpleasant side were not well placed to be expansionist, so they are here for some other reason than war or chasing us, otherwise the Royal Yacht wouldn't be here as well."

"What are you suggesting, we forget our last meeting?" Chakotay persisted.

"Not forget," the Colonel corrected, "But perhaps be open to them having changed their attitudes, isn't that Star Fleets philosophy?"

They stared at him in surprise, before the Captain laughed. "I never thought I'd hear you extolling Star Fleet virtues at us, Colonel. You're starting to accept them at last?"

"I don't disagree with them, Ma'am!" He protested. "Just the level to which they try to dictate how things will proceed before bowing to the inevitable. In this case, talking for as long as possible is the right action, if only for the most pragmatic reasons. The Valorians are not particularly hostile and if they were, there are too many to fight, so there is nothing to be gained or proved that we haven't already shown. If you are talking to them then they aren't likely to be fighting and Lieutenant Torres can get the engines working properly."

"B'Elanna, when will warp power be available?" The Captain demanded.

"We're reassembling the last injector now, about an hour," Torres announced dutifully.

"In that case I'll try keep them talking that long, I'd like to think that they aren't as unpleasant as we like to think," the Captain agreed amiably. "Lets see what happens!"

With this they adjourned to the Bridge, each retaking their accustomed stations.

"The Valorian Yacht has responded," Tuvok announced almost immediately. "Princess Madila is requesting to speak with you, in private, Captain."

The Captain turned in surprise to her Security Officer, "Oh? Why?" She demanded.

"They have not expressed the reasoning," Tuvok responded impassively. "Just that the Princess is requesting a private audience."

She turned seeking opinions from the other senior Officers, Chakotay shrugged, the Colonel by the door made no sign at all. She was on her own she decided. She sighed, "Put her through to the Ready Room," she demanded heading again to her private rooms.

"I wish to apologise for our actions the last time we met," the Princess started immediately she appeared upon the Captains personal screen.

The Captain tried to make out the surroundings on the small screen, but didn't answer. From the screen the beautiful Princess appeared to be alone and in some form of office, though that was no guarantee she realised.

Taking the Captains silence as continued disapproval, the Princess continued again, trying to explain.

"We were, are, desperate to maintain our race. We could not think of any other way to do so other than the way we were, trapping those that would be viable for producing offspring, discarding the rest."

"You believe we are cruel and violent, but your race has never faced the same situation. I don't expect you to forgive us for what we did, but perhaps you can at least see our reasoning?" The Princess pleaded.

The Captain who had listened to the Princesses admissions spellbound, finally found her voice. "You should make that apology to the people who you've taken as slaves, they might even believe you, Your Highness," she suggested coldly.

The Princess sighed and shrank visibly in the face of the Captain's hostility. "Please Captain Janeway," she implored. "I can't undo what we've done for hundreds of years, it wasn't working. You told us to change, we are trying to change to the way you suggested, but that isn't proving easy either!"

"You have an unpleasant reputation, Your Highness," the Captain pointed out, less sternly than she had intended. She was finding the Valorians singsong voice as intoxicating as the last time they had met.

"Lets assume for the time being, that I am prepared to accept your apology and that you are genuinely trying to change the way you operate," the Captain offered. "Why are you so far from your home territory?"

"We are hoping to meet some people who may be prepared to help us physically," the Princess admitted sheepishly. "But as we appear to be heading in the same direction, perhaps I could beg for your help?"

"How?" the Captain demanded. "I don't think you'll find many volunteers here!"

"I don't know," the Princess admitted sadly. "Perhaps you would allow us to access your data bases, even talk to some of your crew for advice?"

The Captain thought carefully, before replying. "How do we know that you aren't going to try the same stunt again?" She demanded.

"I'll act as your hostage," Princess Madila offered immediately. "You don't have to release me until you are sure that all your crew are safe aboard your vessel."

The Captain looked hard at the Princess. "Are you sure?" She demanded. "We can't offer you the luxury you live in."

"We need help, it is what I must do for my people," the Princess announced nervously.

"I'll get the opinions of some of my officers, I'll contact you in an hour," the Captain agreed. "But some may not be so forgiving," she added in warning before terminating her call.

She took a moment to compose herself before returning to the Bridge.

"Conference call, all Senior Officers now," she demanded as she passed through the Bridge. "That includes you Colonel, Seven of Nine as well," she added, brooking no discussion or argument.

Puzzled they gathered in the Conference Room and waited for the Captain to begin her briefing.

Dutifully she did so. "Princess Madila wants our help," she started. "But I'm not prepared to give it unless you are all in agreement, because of what they tried last time. The Princess has given me assurances for our safety, but the help she wants isn't the easiest for most of us to give."

"What help does she want, Ma'am?" The Colonel asked impatiently.

"Something you're very good at with everybody but yourself, Colonel," the Captain announced cheerfully. "They want to learn about human emotions, especially 'love'."

The Colonel glared at her uncomfortably. "How do they expect to learn about that? It tends to be a personal thing, not something in a text book!" He protested.

"I think I'll hold up Seven as a case of 'Struggle to get your man'," B'Elanna giggled.

"And Lieutenant Paris as the case of 'Love in adversity'," the Colonel shot back immediately, silencing the Klingon engineer.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am," he apologised. "I think I may have interrupted you. Could you start at the beginning, I think I may have missed something important."

The Captain sighed, the Colonel was right about love, she decided and she had not explained what they had discussed properly. She described the discussion that they had had.

When she had finished there was a hushed silence about the room, finally she announced, "If there is one negative around the table I'll refuse to help them, except supply our texts on the subject. Tuvok?"

"They showed no interest in me, nor am I able to explain the condition accept in it's most logical form," he pointed out neutrally, "I have no interest or objection."

"Harry?"

"I'm not sure if I can offer help, I have too many difficulties in that field of my own," he volunteered to the surprise of the gathering.

"In that case you probably have more to offer than the rest of us," the Colonel observed drily.

Harry Kim nodded.

"Neelix?" The Captain continued her remorseless route around the table.

"No objection," he responded quickly.

"B'Elanna?" She now hit the ones that she considered the most tricky.

"Provided they don't try and trap Tom," she agreed amicably. "If they do, I will demonstrate Klingon mating rituals," she added brightly.

The Captain cringed at the idea. "Tom?"

"Perhaps our wedding will help?" He suggested, reaching for B'Elanna's hand.

The Captain nodded an agreement. "Chakotay?"

"It might do us all some good, to confess our sins," Chakotay mused. "What happens if some of the crew decide they wish to join the Valorians?"

"I'll cross that bridge if we need to," the Captain breezed. "There are enough relationships aboard this ship for the numbers not to be great. I'm right aren't I Colonel?" She quizzed the Colonel as the immediate fount of all knowledge of the crews personal status.

"There are a number of relationships, but I wouldn't like to place bets on their permanence," he warned. "The Valorians tend to be quite distracting. There is also the problem that some of the crew may wish to demonstrate. How will the Princess feel if half her crew go home impregnated before they learn what it is about?"

"They are desperate enough that I don't think they will be as distressed as I would be," the Captain admitted. "Doctor?"

"I can get Mr Neelix to introduce a mild contraceptive in the food?" He offered. "And I have the training course I prepared for Seven?"

"It should be deleted," Seven interrupted. "It is inaccurate."

"I suspect it isn't, just badly narrated and without feeling," B'Elanna put in. Give it to the Colonel or Neelix to narrate.

"I'm not having contraceptives put in the food, I'll warn the Princess and she can make her own arrangements," the Captain announced.

"Do you two have any objections? You were probably the nearest to being hurt and the most to lose," She asked pointedly of the last two in the room, the Colonel and Seven.

"I'm a soldier, Ma'am. Getting hurt is in the job description," he said obliquely.

"I will follow the opinions of the majority," Seven agreed impartially.

The Captain smiled in relief. "Seven if you can prepare your data on the subject for them to download, you can also be their guide to the range of romantic fiction in the databanks, you must have read all of them by now! Colonel you had better do what you do best, offer a listening ear to them, but make sure you have a chaperone."

"That goes for the rest of the male crew, and I want a female guard for the Princess, we'll put her in my quarters for the duration," she added.

Despite outward appearances it was a nervous Captain Janeway that met the first group of Valorians to arrive aboard Voyager. The Valorian party was led as expected by the Princess Madila and her aide Martha.

"Captain Janeway, thank you for your help," the Princess led the discussion again. "We are very grateful for your agreement."

"As long as you keep to our agreement, you are welcome, Your Highness," the Captain responded stiffly. "You have met the others present, so I'll not introduce you again."

"Indeed I have," the Princess agreed readily. "I see you brought the Colonel along and he looks as impressive as always."

She turned to Seven of Nine who was standing protectively close to the Colonel. "I feel I must apologise to you especially, Seven of Nine," she announced. "I tried to steal him away from you, I am most dreadfully sorry, please forgive me?"

"You failed," Seven pointed out haughtily.

"I know!" She admitted despondently. "I realise now I was doomed to fail. Perhaps you will be able to show me how to get your man to be so faithful?"

"Perhaps," Seven admitted carefully. "If I can work out what occurred myself," she added in her own mind, but avoided saying so out loud.

"If you will follow us, Your Highness," Captain Janeway intercepted nervously. "I will show you to your quarters."

Deferentially she led the Princess away to her quarters.

I hope you will find these adequate, she announced showing the Princess in. They aren't as luxurious as yours, but they are the best we have, she found herself apologising to her former foe.

It looks as though somebody has moved out? The Princess commented. You haven't moved anybody just because of me have you?

They are mine, the Captain admitted. I haven't moved everything there wasn't time.

But Captain, I can't ask you to move from your quarter's, I'm your guarantee and hostage! The Princess protested in shock.

The only other place available is the Brig, it isn't private and I don't want you to feel you are a prisoner, Your Highness. I am the only person aboard the ship who has a choice about where to spend their private time, I'll be quite comfortable in my Ready Room, the Captain assured her.

The Princess sighed. They will be very comfortable, thank you. Please I want to be friends, won't you use Madila when we are alone? She pleaded.

The Captain smiled. I've been trying that line on the Colonel since he joined the ship, but he never has, she commented ruefully. But I will if you will use Kathryn in the same situation, she offered.

Thank you again, Kathryn, the Princess laughed. But will the Colonel and Seven of Nine ever forgive me for what I tried to do? She added seriously.

For the Colonel, I don't think he thinks there is anything to forgive, he believes life is too short to bear a grudge, Kathryn commented. As for Seven, I don't honestly know. They love each other intensely, she is struggling to snare him properly but there is no way anybody will break them apart.

Will you join my Senior Officers for dinner tonight, informal dress? Kathryn Janeway offered, changing the subject.

I would be delighted, especially if the Colonel will sing? Madila enthusiastically accepted.

The Colonel had had misgivings over how teaching aliens about love could be achieved, it seemed an unnatural idea to him. The lack of better ideas had him gamely reviewing the Doctor's course on love and relationships and had found some positive points, despite Seven of Nines cold declaration upon the subject. Together he and Neelix had gone through and reworded most of it, then persuaded Crewman Winston and Ensign Kala to narrate with the feelings that the Doctor missed.

Together they watched as the spellbound Valorians watched and participated in the performance on the Holodeck and congratulated each other on that part of the task well done. Then prepared to field the inevitable questions that would undoubtedly appear. For that they had drafted in as many of the crew who could be persuaded to volunteer, to explain their experiences and opinion, whilst providing social company. The fact that he had found any volunteers, surprised the Colonel, but, he reasoned, that the Valorians were beautiful and when taken off their guard they were actually quite pleasant. He also had no delusions as to what some of the male members of the crew were interested in, or the effects that their attractive guests would have in their naiveté and had raided the Doctor's supplies for all the contraceptives that he could find specifically for the purpose, making sure they were known to be available.

All the same he was taken by surprise when Ensign Kala and Crewman Winston approached him.

Do you believe what we were saying? Kala asked first.

You were narrating and it sounded convincing, the Colonel pointed out guardedly. It was a good job. What do you believe?

The regulations state that special permission must be received before interracial marriage, Kala pointed out.

If I was remotely interested in what Star Fleet Regulations believed I'd go and read them, the Colonel pointed out sharply. I asked what you believed. But as you asked me, it was right in as far as it went, opportunity, action and success. They are the basic rules of life itself, how they are applied is as different as the people involved.

You are thinking of yourselves though? He suggested shrewdly.

They nodded in unison.

Is it the difference in rank or race that worries you? He asked.

He followed on, not letting them answer. For rank, I suppose it is still frowned upon for an officer to marry a pleb, even now. But I don't think that need worry you, when Voyager gets home most of us will be made Admirals, until then I think the Captain is broadminded on the subject. If it's race, I knew many relationships that succeeded without children, love needn't be hampered or helped with kids. Only you know if you are really in love or not and what you need to prove it to yourselves.

I will give you one piece of advice though, whether you want to follow it or not is upto you, he added with a sudden grin.

They looked at him expectantly.

Enjoy yourselves! He laughed at their serious faces.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'd better depart for the Captains dinner. Miss Nine and I are late!

With that he got up, taking Seven of Nine gently by the arm he led her away.

You believe that people do really know when they are in love? She quizzed cautiously as they entered the Turbo Lift.

Or not as the case maybe, he said cheerfully. Sometimes it takes time for it to work it's way through the system, a few bruises, scratches and dents here and there need to be gathered first. What do you think? He challenged her.

I have had little interaction with the condition, she excused herself guardedly.

He laughed. You know, you do go the most subtle shade of pink when you blush, Miss Nine! It would be so easy to miss, he hid her further embarrassment by kissing her on the lips.

For protecting me, he whispered, as the doors opened onto the Bridge.

You seem to be unusually cheerful? Captain Janeway interrogated the Colonel as they stepped into the Conference Room. Is there something I ought to be aware of yet? she accused hopefully.

Nothing to worry about yet, Ma'am, he assured her. But to misinterpret the Chinese curse, we could be in for interesting times!

From that statement he would not be drawn further as he sat at the table with the faithful Seven of Nine by his side.

We have met some friends of yours on our journey, the Princess commented as coffee was passed around.

The Captain asked in fascination. We don't appear to attract a huge number, who were they?

The Elgrons, they seemed to be commanded by two Cathors and a Felongran who thought they were Royal Marines'? She questioned the last statement.

The Colonel's training, the Captain explained quickly. He was teaching them to fight like him. Will you take care of the Elgrons properly?

I didn't think there was much to teach the Knights, the Princess frowned. They are formidable fighters. But we will care for the Elgrons and they can stay or go as they wish, I promise, the Princess smiled. It is something else I should thank you for.

There was an infant, Anneka. She is well? Seven suddenly demanded.

A baby? The Princess exclaimed. Yes, she is well and developing. She is regarded as important by those aboard. Why?

I assisted in the delivery, Seven claimed. She was important to Colonel Samuels. Her relief obvious and elicited a number of smiles and cryptic gazes from around the table.

Seven became quite attached to her! The Captain whispered to the Princess.

Dinner finished in good humour, until the Princess in her innocence asked, Please tell me Colonel. Why did you become a soldier?

A frown passed across the Captains face at the unintentional error from the Princess, she sighed in relief as the Colonel grinned.

The Recruiting Officer promised me a bed, Your Highness. He said it would be as big as a field, he laughed. Of course he meant it literally and I've slept in thousands now. But I was young and naive then, I didn't catch the meaning.

But, Oh, the promise of a bed of my own! One that I didn't have to share anymore, he reminisced wistfully. I would have sold my soul for that!

You mean you never had a bed as a child? The Captain demanded, before she could stop herself, then bit her tongue hard amidst the shocked looks that surrounded the table.

Oh I did, I was a big lad and nobody would argue, at least not for long, he admitted cheerfully. But in the Workhouse dormitory where I was billeted there were thirty beds between forty kids ranging from six to sixteen. The biggest and strongest got the beds. It's just that I didn't like seeing the smaller ones sleeping on the floor.

Took me months to get the hang of the fact I was actually allowed to sleep in the bed I was given in the army though! He added cheerfully.

You're telling another of your stories, you made it up? B'Elanna Torres chided hopefully, secretly suspecting that he had not.

Perhaps some of it! He offered. But the truth is often stranger than fiction, or so they say, and places like that still existed then, cold, damp, overcrowded and rat infested. Nor was I an angel in the darkness, I got paid for my Charity', any sweets and fruit that were in the offing, I got them.

I got even more when I made one of the rats into a pet and released it in the girls dormitory. I rescued them from it. Worked a treat until a warden stamped on it! He grinned, lightening the mood again.

Now that I've told you my dark secret, what can you tell us about Sharawonga, Your Highness? The Colonel smoothly changed the subject from the one that appeared to be causing so much discomfort around the table.

It is a beautiful planet, but regulated, she described. A neutral planet dedicated to relaxation and commerce. We were intending to meet representatives from various planets to create a mutual defence league.

Possibly with other benefits, she added.

Soldiers and mercenaries, in my experience Ma'am, rarely make the best mates, the Colonel commented mildly.

If I meet a few like you then it will be worth it, she responded smiling. I'm sure there must be others like you.

I sincerely hope you meet one that suits you, the Colonel smiled warmly.

Thank you, she accepted. But could I beg you to sing something for us? Kathryn promised you would.

If that is acceptable to everybody else? Then I'd be delighted, Ma'am! He looked around the table for any sign of discontent. Finding none he stood. I think you may find this one appropriate, Your Highness, he announced. Love Changes Everything.

Miss Nine, would you accompany me? He asked hopefully.

An hour later the Colonel made his excuses and escorted Seven of Nine to her quarters. At the door he stopped and kissed her, before escaping. The day had been long and trying, forcing him to think of feelings he usually tried to ignore, today they had built up without the normal checks and balances that were normally available. He wanted time to beat them down again before being alone with his beautiful girlfriend for long on his own.

You will join me for a Night Cap', Seven demanded nervously. There are things we should discuss for tomorrows she reasoned.

As you wish, Ma'am, he sighed.

He followed her in dutifully. The next thing he knew he was slammed hard against the wall, winding him. Before he could recover he found himself pinned there by Seven of Nine.

Miss Nine! He protested weakly, but was prevented from uttering more as her mouth sort his. Their teeth clashed for a moment, then he accepted her, together they formed into a long and firm embrace.

I love you! She announced, when she finally released him and he sank to the floor.

I love you too, the Colonel gasped, still shaken. But that was something else!

It was not adequate? She asked threateningly.

He assured her rapidly, suddenly afraid she would do it again, but harder and break his back the next time.

You will use the bed. I will regenerate in the chair, she announced calmly.

Not while there is breath in my body! He protested sharply.

It can be arranged, she offered, imitating his gently mocking voice. You expressed a desire for a bed of your own.

But that was years ago, when I was a kid, he protested nervously backing away from the determined young woman who was advancing upon him. I'm fully grown up now and there is a difference!

I wish to care for you, she announced coldly. Your refusal to be cared for is not acceptable.

She grabbed him and threw him at the bed. He landed face first upon the mattress head hitting the wall at the head. Stunned he rolled groggily onto his back, to see Seven of Nine sitting back in the chair beside him.

You're still not sleeping in the chair! He gasped in defiance. Bruises or not!

He struggled to get up and was pushed back again by the rampant Seven.

We will see. I will care for you, she hissed determinedly, holding him down.

If this goes on neither of us will regenerate, he pointed out. Struggling hard he freed an arm, wrapped it around her and pulled her down on top of him.

Of course, he suggested brightly, rolling over her and returning the pin. We could always share?

That is acceptable, Seven agreed readily and pulled him down so that she could roll him over again, then settled her head on his shoulder.

He awoke a little earlier than normal to find Seven of Nine had twisted during the night, but was still sprawled over him. She had slipped off his chest, and now rested firmly against it, head still firmly on his shoulder and stomach across his thighs, her arms still wrapped around him. He suspected the position was as uncomfortable as the desires he was feeling. Gently he grasped her bottom and slid it off of him, then tried to turn to face her properly. He was stopped as her leg immediately slid across him again.

I love you, she repeated drowsily in her sleep. Resistance is futile.

I'm not resisting, he whispered back. I just want you to be comfortable!

This is comfortable! Her sleepy voice disputed.

He lay still and considered if whatever questions he had had over their relationship had been answered. Uncertain if they had ever really existed, he gave up and simply held her gently until she woke properly.

You could at least have let me take my jacket and belt off, he chided gently, when she finally stirred.

You would have attempted to escape, she pointed out calmly. I did not wish it. I love you! She repeated firmly, kissing him hard on the neck.

I love you, he answered truthfully. But if you could, please remove your leg? Then I can find us some tea?

She slid her leg away dutifully, then slammed it back between his as he twisted to get up, preventing further movement.

It is very dangerous for anybody to get between a man and his tea, he observed mildly, as he settled back, finally able to wrap his arms around her properly.

The danger is acceptable, her reply was muffled as she buried her face in his neck again.

They lay there for a while, too comfortable to move, until he caught a glimpse of the chronometer. Come on, he urged, I'm getting too comfortable and you've things to do. Lieutenant Torres will be here in a minute to give you instructions about her engines and what to do tomorrow.

Reluctantly she released him and he climbed off and busied himself with his ablutions, whilst Seven prepared for her day. As he completed, she took him in her arms again. You will be safe? She demanded.

I won't leave the sight of my Marines or the Captain, he assured her happily. Besides where am I going to get this sort of attention?

Disengaging himself from her grip he opened the door to be faced by B'Elanna Torres.

Good Morning, Lieutenant, he announced crisply. Miss Seven is ready for you and I'm just leaving, he excused himself and marched for the Mess.

He looks decidedly creased and happy this morning! B'Elanna observed as she stepped across the threshold. Have you done anything to him? She accused gently.

I instructed him that I loved him, Seven responded neutrally, eyeing the fleeing figure from the doorway.

The Klingon suggested with a grin, noting the still rumpled bed and slightly unkempt Seven. I always thought it was only Klingons that used violence to express their love.

There was some debate, she admitted carefully.

B'Elanna started to giggle at the idea of Seven and the Colonel debating how Seven felt for him. It was stopped short as Seven spoke again.

I intend to inform him that we will form a collective tomorrow at your reception. You have no objection?

The Klingon stood stunned, her mouth working furiously for a few moments before she could engage properly. Sure, it's about time. But why there? She asked in surprise.

Ensign Wildman suggested he would not be able to refuse.

B'Elanna grinned wolfishly. She's probably right and it will be the event of the year, she enthused. But don't tell anybody, the effect will be all the rarer if he doesn't know what is about to hit him! She urged.

You have instructions as to my duties during your honeymoon? Seven inquired calmly turning back to the matter in hand.

You look as though you've been dragged through a hedge backwards! The Captain observed as she joined the Colonel for breakfast in the Mess.

he quizzed from his bowl.

There's a button loose on your tunic, the tunic is creased, there's hair over your ear and you appear to have the makings of a black eye. It suggests it was a hard night, not you at all! She laughed.

Self-consciously he checked and found to his horror that she was right. I'll correct the defects at once, Ma'am! He apologised.

She laughed again. Not on my account. I've been practising the rules from your book. What happened, robbers on deck 5, waylaid by footpads on the way to the Mess? She suggested brightly.

No, Ma'am! He admitted, accepting the teasing in good nature. Miss Nine had different ideas as to sleeping arrangements. I think I lost.

Good, it's about time some one took control of you! Now what have you planned for the day?

The Marines are providing honour guard tomorrow, so I need to get them dressed for formal wear, then an hours practise. After lunch I've volunteered to look after Commander Chakotay's watch so that he can take Lieutenant Paris to the Holodecks for a party, he announced smartly.

You're not going? She exclaimed.

Not on your life, he grinned. Mine was bad enough. They got me so drunk I couldn't stand then chained me to the two biggest Provosts you've ever seen!

Perhaps I can persuade you to come for a drink with my party? The Captain grinned. Seven will be there!

I think I will respectfully pass on that one too, Ma'am. Hen party's tend to be worse! The Colonel declined happily.

But I think the ship is happier today than I've ever seen it, he added encouragingly. It is going to be the event of the year at least. I wish the couple all they wish for themselves.

I'm waiting for another one and it will mean as much, she prompted teasingly.

How are the Valorians doing really? She asked more seriously. Before I allow another party aboard.

Surprisingly well I think, he admitted. The male crew are behaving exceptionally well considering the provocative attire that the Valorians wear. The Valorians themselves seem to be enjoying the attention they are getting and I suspect you may find at least two crew members that want to jump ship. The contraceptives I put aside went down appreciably, but I wouldn't guarantee their use. This is a naval ship when all is said and done, he reported calmly.

I'll wait and see about that as well, she agreed getting up. Carry on, Alan!

He announced standing and saluting as was his custom.

She left him formulating her own plans for the following day.

Colonel Samuels arrived on the Bridge as agreed punctually at 15:00. Permission to step on the Bridge, Commander? he announced crisply and standing to attention.

Permission granted, Chakotay announced happily, releasing his seat to the Colonel.

The Captain is in her Ready Room. Keep station with the Valorian ships, otherwise everything is quiet. Remember that they aren't the Dog Watch so go easy on them, he urged. Any advice for me?

Use your best Nelson touch? the Colonel suggested with a grin. Keep your hand in your jacket and turn a blind eye?

Chakotay laughed and left.

Are you sure I can't tempt you to join me? The Captain teased wickedly an hour later as she emerged from her Ready Room, ready to party.

The Colonel grinned. I think I'll be safer here, Ma'am. Bored perhaps, but definitely a lot safer.

Shame! I might send Seven up to bring you, she threatened as the lift door closed behind her.

Shaking his head the Colonel settled back in the Commanders chair to wait the shift out.

The Mess was a riot of noise when the Captain entered. Somebody had activated the sound system and music pounded through the room, it sounded like sixty's rock and roll, or perhaps Mutang Soul to her, not that she was any judge, but she knew B'Elanna had a taste for the music from the time that fascinated Tom Paris. Carefully she scanned the crowd that had gathered, counting those that were there. It looked as though virtually all the female off duty crew were there and a few that ought to be on duty as well she guessed. She would have to have a few words with the section leaders about keeping their departments properly manned at all times. A crewman thrust a glass into her hand, Your drink, Captain! She shouted then disappeared into the crowd again before she could thank her.

Finally she caught sight of B'Elanna sitting near the centre of the room, with Seven of Nine in nervous but conscientious attendance. Carefully she made her way through the throng towards them.

This is quite a party! She yelled.

I know! B'Elanna laughed back. I never knew I was so popular!

The Valorian's seem to have got the hang of it! B'Elanna pointed to a group of the slender Valorians who were happily dancing and laughing with crew members in a clear area of the room.

I hope the drink doesn't go to their heads! The Captain shouted back.

It's not alcoholic! Shouted Samantha Wildman. It's just the mood. We've not had anything to celebrate for so long!

It's not! She exclaimed in surprise, looking at the orange fizzing drink in her hand. She sipped it carefully. It tasted unfamiliar. What is it?

Orange juice and soda water, well chilled, Sam Wildman assured her. I put some champagne aside for toasting later. We guessed there might be a few that dropped by on the way somewhere or other.

The Captain smiled gratefully at the thoughtful Ensign, crew may be paying rookie but they would still be available if needed.

She looked at Seven who was gazing at the events happening around her with obvious confusion.

What do you think, Seven? She called.

I find it uncomfortable! She announced. I am unsure of the purpose? Is it recreational?

Sort of! She laughed. Look if we go into the Galley I'll explain, I'm not shouting anymore! She added at the Borg's quizzical look.

Seven nodded and stood ready to follow the Captain. But before the Captain could move B'Elanna pulled her down and whispered conspirationally in her ear. Seven wants to propose tomorrow!

The Captain started at the news, then smiled. Come on Seven we have things to discuss! She led the Borg away, gently but firmly by the arm.

Entering Neelix's Galley they found another two crewmen moving trays of food to the counter, they left hurriedly at the Captains glare.

She stood reflectively for a moment until Seven interrupted her reverie. You were going to explain the relevance of the party? She reminded her.

Oh, yes. It is a chance to let ones hair down for the last time with friends and anybody else that takes your fancy, she explained quickly, too quickly for Seven of Nines sometimes slow response to human terminology.

I was not aware that there was anybody else aboard the ship that Lieutenant Torres had an interest in, Seven observed blandly.

That's true, the Captain admitted. But if there was, this would be her last chance to experiment, she added lamely.

If Lieutenant Torres wished to experiment further it is unlikely she would have agreed to marry Lieutenant Paris, Seven observed logically.

The Captain stared at her in surprise, she had forgotten Seven of Nine tended to take things literally and had studied Tom and B'Elanna's relationship with the sort of intense keenness and logicality that only she could bring to bare.

she tried a different approach. Tomorrow Tom and B'Elanna are going to make vows of absolute loyalty to each other. They are publicly and legally forming their own little collective. They are going to lose some of the freedom to act in the way they choose, because they will have to think of the other. We are celebrating that loss. Then kicked herself for the last statement, it was going to put her in the mire.

You wish people to lose their freedom? The expected question and eyebrow appeared.

In this case, yes, the Captain claimed trying to regain the high ground again. It's of their own choice and they will become better than they are on their own, because it gives them somebody to care for and know they are cared for.

Seeing the confusion that was still evident in Seven's face she changed the subject quickly. B'Elanna said you are intending to propose to the Colonel? Are you sure?

I wish him to know I care for him. That is the purpose of marriage, to give some of your freedom to care for somebody else. That is the definition that you have just supplied, Seven of Nine responded immediately.

Yes I suppose I did, the Captain admitted, then broke into a broad grin. We were wrong when we tried to teach you about love and human relations as simple lessons, she laughed. You've found your own meaning and I think it is one that many of us are still trying to find and with a lot less success.

She reached up and kissed her on the cheek, I'll look forward to seeing his face when you propose and don't take No' as an answer! She prompted

I will, Seven announced, a distinct smile crossing her fine features. However a similar party will not be required. I have had no desire to experiment' with other members of the crew, nor do I consider myself to be losing any degree of freedom.

No, I don't suppose you are, the Captain commented thoughtfully. Simply finding a new level of freedom.

They re-entered the party in time for a hush to fall upon the gathering as Colonel Samuels passed through the door with the Princess Madila holding his arm.

Excuse me, Ma'am! He announced, guiding the Princess to B'Elanna Torres. But the Princess asked if she could join your party?

I'm sure she can, B'Elanna agreed cheerfully. But what are you doing here? This is ladies night.

Ah, well the shift is over, the Princess was lost near the holodecks and needed an escort. Other than that duty done, leaving, he excused himself. Good Night, Ma'am.! He saluted quickly and turned for the door to be faced by thirty crew women.

Excuse me ladies! He called hopefully, pushing forward. Instead of opening for him they closed around him.

The ten minutes that followed, he decided afterwards were the longest of his dubious life, as he found himself repeatedly kissed by all the various party goers, finally to be ejected on to his hands and knees in front of a well known and tightly clad pair of legs. Nervously he looked up to see Seven of Nine's impassive face looking down at him.

If you came to protect me, I think you were a little late, he complained, blushing a deep red. The idea of the Cavalry is to arrive at just the right time.

Unsmiling she gripped his jacket and pulled him up. I have not come to rescue you, she assured him, then pulled him into another savage kiss and embrace that crushed him against her, to the applause of those surrounding them.

Releasing him at last, he sagged visibly. The door is that way, Seven pointed out, spinning him around and propelling him towards it.

I don't think he will need a party, either! A satisfied Seven commented to Captain Janeway, as she stepped up beside her.

No, I don't suppose he will, the Captain admitted pensively. But it was an extremely cruel way of proving it. I'll have the airlocks secured, if he went any redder from embarrassment he'd burst.

The idea of an airlock, did cross Colonel Samuels mind as he staggered down the corridor, if only to cool the hot flush he was feeling throughout his body. In the end he settled for a cold shower, reasoning that it had been his own fault, it had been his curiosity had led him into that scenario.

He could have just left the Princess at the door, he scolded himself. He knew what happened at that sort of party, didn't he? Besides he had actually enjoyed the experience, he realised guiltily as he made his way towards his Shuttle Bay billet. There was no way he wanted to face Seven of Nine again that night with feelings running so high.

Seven of Nine was another problem, he realised, as he settled himself into his blanket bed. There was something more than simple mischief in her attitude for the last few days. Her teasing had become a lot more blatant, obvious and crueller and she had rarely been so open about her feelings before. He suspected she had something planned for him, but his befuddled mind couldn't decide what it was before he fell to sleep.

Somewhere in his dreams, he felt slender arms encircle him, lips kissing him gently and a voice whispering, I love you!. He rolled feeling for the warm body that ought to be there, but finding nothing he curled up into a protective ball and let the ghosts get on with their play.

Is he alright? The Captain demanded in a concerned whisper, as Seven of Nine emerged from the Shuttle Bay, without the Colonel. Her concern for his safety after the extreme levels of embarrassment that had been heaped on the Colonel during B'Elanna's party had grown considerably when she had checked his location and had found he was in the Shuttle Bay. It had prompted her to bring Seven of Nine down to the shuttle Bay to check on his physical condition and pull him out to be cared for if necessary.

He is sleeping safely, Seven of Nine assured her, showing none of the Captains concerns. He ought to be allowed a last night of Freedom' to do as he wishes, she added more cynically.

Perhaps you're right, Captain Janeway sighed. Good Night. I'll see you tomorrow! She turned and walked off towards the Turbo Lift.

Seven of Nine waited for a moment, deciding whether to rejoin the Colonel and protect him whether he wanted it or not, then common sense took hold, he wanted to be alone for a while she realised. She set off for her regeneration alcove.

Am I doing the right thing? B'Elanna demanded of Seven of Nine in near panic and for the fourth time that morning.

You were certain until 23:00 last night, Seven assured her impassively, for the fourth time since she had arrived at 07:00 that morning. It was now 08:45 and B'Elanna's nerves were shot.

But what happens if it isn't? She pleaded.

You will adapt each other to suit, Seven of Nine snapped. You will sit still whilst I correct your hair! She demanded.

She added as B'Elanna tried to look around at the shambles that was her bedroom.

But the room is a mess. I'm a mess! She exclaimed.

That is irrelevant. You will be sharing quarters with Lieutenant Paris tonight, Seven of Nine responded.

Do you think I am doing the right thing? B'Elanna tried again.

Seven of Nine paused reflectively at the change of tack. It is my observation that Lieutenant Paris tries hard to be the object of your affections. It is not his recorded attitude to be so persistent. You have not seriously assaulted him, it seems logical that you will remain in much the same state after becoming a collective.

You're a big help, B'Elanna complained.

My experience of a personal involvement are limited to Lieutenant Colonel Samuels. I have not had the benefit of your experiences, our relationship developed differently, Seven of Nine pointed out.

I suppose it did, B'Elanna giggled. How is he today? I thought you killed him last night after that kiss, talk about smouldering!

I do not know, Seven admitted. I have not seen him, he spent the night in the Shuttle Bay. However he is currently in Holodeck 2, preparing for the service.

You mean you haven't been to see him? B'Elanna exclaimed in surprise.

We both have duties to perform, Seven of Nine responded impassively.

Okay, is there anything I've forgotten? B'Elanna sighed.

Seven announced handing her a slim box.

Surprised, B'Elanna opened the box. But it's your necklace, why? She stammered.

I believe it is traditional, Seven of Nine explained. Something new, something old, something borrowed, something blue, it is claimed it brings luck. The necklace is new, borrowed and blue.

I have not found anything suitable for old, she admitted.

I have a broach, I think it was my Grandmothers! B'Elanna exclaimed rummaging in a draw. Will that be suitable? She gasped handing a small green gem to Seven.

We shall assume it is, Seven of Nine agreed impassively, fastening it just below the collar of B'Elanna's dress jacket.

Stepping back she inspected the Klingon Engineer with a meticulous eye, finding nothing wrong, she announced. We should leave now!

Thank you, Seven. I couldn't have done it without your help. B'Elanna Torres finally broke, burying her face in the surprised Borgs shoulder. I'm sorry for the things I've said to you in the past!

Uncertain as to how to proceed, Seven of Nine took the Colonels solution and held the Klingon until she recovered.

The rest of Voyagers crew were waiting nervously for the arrival of the bride. None more so than Tom Paris and Captain Janeway standing at attention in front of the alter of the holographic church and Chakotay pacing impatiently outside in front of the two marines who stood at ease with their unfamiliar rifles.

The latter stiffened suddenly to attention in expectation as they heard the familiar sharp echoes of Seven of Nine's heels on the deck. Seeing them stiffen Chakotay looked around to see B'Elanna Torres holding Seven of Nine's arm firmly as they marched towards them.

I was beginning to think you weren't coming! Chakotay exclaimed, taking Seven of Nine's place.

We are the required fifteen minutes late, Seven of Nine observed impassively.

Chakotay chuckled then stiffened so that he could escort B'Elanna down the aisle properly, with Seven of Nine taking station behind them.

Inside, as if by cue, the Colonel changed tunes in mid bar from Beethoven to the Here Comes the Bride' as the doors swung open to reveal B'Elanna, Chakotay and Seven of Nine. Gracefully they marched down the aisle to stand next to Tom Paris, who shyly looked at his new bride.

Crew and family of the Star Ship Voyager, the Captain announced impressively as the Colonel stopped playing. We are gathered here to witness the union of two of our finest officers in matrimony. This is a traditional setting and should remind us that marriage is a state that has been of vital importance to humans for thousands of years. But we also have our own way of doing things and Lieutenant's Paris and Torres have prepared their own vows, in place of the regulation text.

She prompted gently.

Tom Paris turned to face his bride. I'm still not sure what I've done to deserve you, or how or why you fell in love with me, he started quietly. But I promise to try and keep doing it and I shall continue to love and honour you for as long as we both shall live!

Harry, the ring! The Captain whispered urgently.

Ensign Kim fumbled hurriedly in his pocket and produced the required items, handing the first to Tom Paris.

This is my token of my undying love, Paris announced, sliding the ring firmly onto B'Elanna's finger.

You were the only one that cared enough for me to stay with me when there was nobody else, you have been the one that tried to understand me and kept trying even when it became painful, B'Elanna smiled in reply. I promise I shall love, honour and obey you for as long as we both shall live!

She took her ring from Seven of Nine and pushed it onto Tom Paris's finger. This is my token of my undying love, she whispered.

It is my pleasant duty, in the time honoured traditions of Captains at sea, to pronounce you as husband and wife! Captain Janeway announced quickly, before her two officers got carried away.

You can kiss now! She prompted quietly, as if they needed any prompting and to the cheers of the congregation.

Arm in arm they turned and marched purposely up the Aisle again, to the sound of the Colonel playing the Wedding March' to the full capabilities of the replicated church organ. As the two newly weds stepped off the holodeck, there came four sharp retorts as the Marines fired a ceremonial salute in their honour. They ducked instinctively, then laughed and kissed each other again, as the two soldiers fell in to escort the couple to the Mess Deck for their reception.

Well that is something I thought would never see happen! Captain Janeway commented happily to the Colonel as they walked out. And the setting was perfect, it's made all the difference thank you. But those marines, they're in traditional costume? They're nearly as smart as you are!

I told you I would train them as Royal Marines, Ma'am. Black trousers, red tunic and white pith helmets are traditional ceremonial for the Marines, he assured her happily as they entered the Mess. They deserve the recognition.

They were approached in greeting by a happy Tom and B'Elanna as they entered.

Well Mr and Mrs Paris. I hope you are satisfied with yourselves, everybody else seems to be! Colonel Samuels observed with a grin.

Mind you it's going to complicate things at times for the Captain, with two Lieutenant Paris's to shout at, he added conspiratorially. I hope the Captain makes you Lieutenant Commander soon Ma'am, to prove your seniority to your rag-a-muffin husband.

B'Elanna laughed and reached up to kiss the tall soldier. He knows and I'll make sure he doesn't forget, she promised. And I didn't get the chance to do this last night. She kissed him again, Thank you.

I'll blush, he warned.

Not as much as last night, she responded happily before turning away again, seeking out Seven of Nine.

Finding her standing by the window with Ensign Wildman, she put her arm around her waist good naturedly. Thank you again, Seven, she started. You were perfect, keeping calm despite my nerves. Now it's your turn, she prompted, pushing her flowers into Seven of Nine's hand. Give him a couple of minutes to have a drink and move away from the door.

A few minutes later Colonel Samuels found himself approached by Ensign Kim. Could you teach me to play the organ? Kim asked.

I don't know, he admitted.

Because it sounds impressive! Kim volunteered.

I think we would have to start with the piano, but I'll try, if you can teach me how to play the Clarinet? He challenged with a laugh. You never know when these little party tricks can come in handy! And so far I haven't learnt anything really useless aboard this ship and I'm getting lazy!

What is your opinion on the subject of marriage now? Is it truly worth the trouble He asked, turning to a nervous Seven of Nine as she approached.

"I love you. I wish to form a Collective with you! You will comply!" She declared, any thoughts of subtlety lost in the effort to control the unusual levels of nerves she was feeling.

A deathly hush fell over the gathering as the Colonel Samuels gripped his glass in shock until it smashed in his hand. Silently he turned and made for the door, blind to the questioning looks he was receiving.

Seven of Nine turned to follow, but was stopped by the hand of Samantha Wildman. "Let the Captain deal with it," she whispered, indicating Captain Janeway hot on the heels of the fleeing Colonel. "He'll be back. I did warn you about being too direct. You must have terrified him!"

"Well? What did you expect?" The Captain demanded, catching the Colonel up in the corridor, his head resting against the wall. "Seven is as determined as hell and has a hell of a lot of patience, but it isn't infinite!"

"I know, Ma'am," he stammered. "But I was so close!"

"Not close enough," she spat. "You would have bottled out again! So she's saved you the trouble. We all know you want to marry her and now she's left you in no doubt as to her intentions for you, so why not say Yes'?"

"Was I given the option?" He said quietly.

"She could have put it more romantically," the Captain agreed. "But she was being Seven of Nine, direct and to the point. It's one of the things you profess to find most appealing about her."

"Perhaps it's not as appealing as you thought? Perhaps it is just her body after all? Like every other man?" She challenged.

He glared at her savagely. "It is appealing and it frightens me," he snarled. "She is everything I thought unapproachable, calm, beautiful, devastatingly intelligent. Why trap a dumb soldier? There are better candidates all around her!"

"Because she has chosen you, because you love her. Given everything for her to try to make her happy, even when it hurt and made you uncomfortable. She has now made it as clear as you could possibly want that she loves you. She wants to try and do the same things for you as you have done for her. Is that so hard to accept?" the Captain argued.

"Yes, Ma'am!" He protested weakly.

"Look!" She explained forcefully. "Seven spent nearly twelve months studying love, before you came along. She gathered terra-quads of data on the subject. But in the end she rejected it, as not being something that interested, or had relevance to her. I had almost given up hope of Seven making that last step into humanity, feeling love and wanting to give it back. Then we pulled you off that Klingon ship and she expressed a desire to learn about you. She did and found that there were so many similarities that she could open up to you and you encouraged her. Then you looked after her in a way that was unique and could only work for her. You are not stupid, Colonel Samuels. You have 'Helped' her become what she is and you did it with all the love and devotion that you have in that huge heart of yours. Now Seven is prepared for that final step and it is you she wants to take it with. You can't turn your back on her, just because you are still scared about what happened after the first time you tried it!"

The last remark rattled the Colonel in a way nothing else could and the Captain could see the pain in his eyes. It was true and they both knew it, but had been aimed well below the belt.

"Look. I want to see you both happy." she tried more gently. "You love Seven and she loves you. I can't see any reason for your reluctance to do what you want to do. This will make you both happy. You made this bed. It is time you relaxed in it and let Seven give some of what you gave, back. Just for once? For Her? If not for you?"

"Is that an order, Ma'am?" He asked quietly.

"The only order is coming from here, your heart!" She snapped, punching him in the chest, rather harder than she had intended, but it had the desired effect.

"Very well, Ma'am. If she will still have me I'll agree!" He announced stoutly, straightening up. "After you, Ma'am."

"Not on your life," she snapped. "I'm making sure you get there!"

He smiled wistfully and made for the Mess door again.

Entering he spied Seven of Nine still standing where he had left her, in the company of Samantha Wildman and B'Elanna Paris, he made straight for them and sank to one knee before her. Again the room descended into a deathly quiet.

"Miss Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct to Unimatrix Zero-One," he started quietly. "I am a poor, stupid and humbled soldier, not worth a great deal in anybody's book. But if you still wish it to be, I would be the proudest man alive, if you will accept everything I have, to form our own Unimatrix together?" He pleaded, not daring to look up into her face.

"Now that's what I call romantic!" Samantha Wildman whispered to B'Elanna in the expectant silence that followed the Colonels plea.

Seven of Nine regarded him coolly. The Colonel's rapid exit from the room after her proposal had alarmed and confused her. She knew what she wanted and was almost certain that the Colonel wanted the same. All she had done was to make the situation clear. It had looked as if she had been wrong. If it had not been for Samantha Wildmans gentle assurances and firm hand on her arm, she would have given into the temptation to run after him and demand an explanation for his reluctance. Now the ensign had been proven correct, but his seeming acceptance was almost as alarming as him running away.

"Your proposal is acceptable," she pointed out. "I wish to care for you. You will submit. Your resistance will be futile."

"No resistance," he promised looking up at her, tears clearly showing on his cheeks. "I love you!"

"Will you accept the ring I made for the occasion?" He whispered, fishing in his breast pocket and extracting the ring he had placed there ready for when he was prepared to make his move. He held it out to her to examine. It flashed in the light as his hand trembled.

Gently she took it, examined it briefly then firmly slid it onto her finger. "It is attractive, and acceptable," she commented.

"It's a damned sight more than that!" B'Elanna scolded, breaking out of her breathless trance and grabbing Seven of Nine's hand to inspect the trinket. "It's gorgeous!"

Chakotay, the order of Service, the Captain demanded, recovering from her own shock. She had never expected the Colonel to go to such extremes to accept Seven of Nine's proposal. Tom, B'Elanna you'll act as witnesses. We'll do it now!

But Captain! The Colonel protested, standing up and holding Seven protectively. The bands. It's too soon. Can't we get used to this step?

Consider them read, she snapped. You have five minutes to get used to being engaged, before I marry you. My nerves won't stand another performance like that!

Colonel Samuels turned to his new fiancee. Will you accept what the Captain is proposing? he asked quietly. It is a big step for the both of us and I will object violently if you wish to wait? He offered.

I am prepared for the eventuality, she responded uncertainly.

I think we need to prepare you, B'Elanna whispered taking her by the arm and smiling encouragingly. Tom will make sure he doesn't runaway. She glared meaningfully at her new husband, who nodded and pulled the Colonel towards the bar.

Looks as though it's your big day to day as well, Huh? He offered sympathetically, handing the tall soldier the largest drink he could find behind the counter.

It rather looks like it, Lieutenant, The Colonel admitted pensively, swallowing the drink in one shot. I'm sorry, it looks as though I've unwittingly destroyed your big day. It really wasn't my intention. I was hoping to propose quietly after everybody left. I wasn't expecting Seven to drop her own bombshell like that or the Captain to suddenly go into overdrive!

Hopefully he held out the glass for a refill.

You should go careful with this stuff, Tom suggested mildly, refilling it. I'm not sure what it is but it's powerful stuff, and you don't want to be drunk for your wedding.

B'Elanna doesn't seem too put out! He commented nodding towards B'Elanna and Samantha Wildman as they fused around Seven of Nine.

In fact, I'd say she's enjoying herself! He added brightly.

The Colonel agreed. But I've been well and truly suckered, haven't I?

Yes! But it is what you wanted, Tom pointed out.

Carry on, Lieutenant, the Colonel demanded, waving the glass again.

You're taking this very calmly, B'Elanna complained. You're supposed to be scared, worried about what's going to happen and I'm supposed to assure you that you are doing the right thing. Yet you're sitting there as cool as a cucumber!

On the contrary, I find I am suffering apprehension, Seven assured her quietly. However you are displaying sufficient apprehension for the both of us.

Samantha Wildman laughed. And they say on deck nine you don't have a sense of humour, Seven, she quipped. I'll tell them they're wrong!

What have we forgotten? She mused. There must be something!

I know, exclaimed B'Elanna exclaimed, reaching for her neck. Something new, something old, something borrowed, something blue. Help me with this necklace and the broach. Quickly the Captain is getting ready.

Samantha Wildman quickly helped B'Elanna out of the jewellery and pinned it to Seven of Nine, then thrust the wedding bouquet into her hands again before hauling her to her feet and escorting her to where the Captain was standing.

I think it's time we moved Colonel, Tom Paris whispered encouragingly to Colonel Samuels. Seven is stepping towards the Captain.

I suppose so, He sighed, straightening up. At the double Lieutenant, it would never do for the bride to arrive before the groom, he grinned and set off at a smart trot with the Lieutenant hard on his heels.

He slammed to a sharp halt and saluted the Captain, just as Seven arrived. I am ready, Ma'am. If Miss Nine wishes to proceed?

I will comply, Seven responded seemingly without emotion. She could feel her heart pounding despite her outward coolness.

Friends and family of Voyager, we witnessed a marriage earlier between two of our officers, she began. Now we will witness one between two more of our family, ones that have proved their worth to us and each other countless times since they joined us, after being lost in the Delta Quadrant.

She paused for a moment before continuing. It is a match that means as much, possibly even more, to me personally than Tom and B'Elanna's because I had to watch and worry as they struggled. One because she didn't know what she was feeling, the other because he was terrified of the feelings he was suffering.

As we haven't had time to discuss the arrangements will you accept the standard wording? I don't suppose you have some rings? She whispered.

Yes, Ma'am! The Colonel responded with a shy grin. And I have my own pledge.

She nodded. Carry on, Colonel.

He turned towards Seven of Nine. I, Alan Samuels, do solemnly swear to take this woman, Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct to Unimatrix Zero-One, as my lawfully wedded wife. Forsaking all others. To have and to hold, love, protect, honour and obey, through richer or poorer, in sickness and in health for as long as we both shall live. So help me God.

From his pocket he pulled two rings, handing one to B'Elanna, he continued. With this simple band I seal my pledge of love and devotion before my God and my peers, he announced taking Seven of Nine's hand and sliding it onto her ring finger to join the so recently fitted engagement ring.

Seven, do you wish to take the standard vow? The Captain asked hopefully.

No Captain, I will respond in kind, She responded tartly, then made her own vow in a crisp monotone, fighting her nerves down.

I, Seven of Nine, do willingly join this man, Alan Samuels, as his Collective. Forsaking all others. To have and to hold, love, protect, honour and obey, through richer or poorer, sickness and health, for as long as we both shall live.

Taking the ring held out to her by B'Elanna, she slid it upon the Colonel's calloused finger. With this simple band, I seal my pledge of love and devotion, before the crew of Voyager.

The Captain sighed in relief before completing her final duty. As Captain of the USS Voyager, I pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride! She prompted turning away as the couple embraced to deafening cheers.

I thought he would have objected a lot more! She whispered to Chakotay as they moved away from the crowd.

Not a chance! Chakotay grinned. Seven agreed, you would have ordered him and he isn't too distressed.

They turned sharply again as another wild cheer rent the air, to see the Colonel easily sweep Seven of Nine up in his arms and carry her out the room.

B'Elanna Paris turned to Tom. You've got to match that! She teased. Until we're out the door at least.

I'll try, Tom promised gallantly, bending to comply.

Captain Janeway and Chakotay watched in amusement as yet another cheer broke out for Tom Paris as he staggered out the room with his bride.

What about you Kathryn? Suggested Chakotay gently. Are you ready to look for what they've found?

I don't know if I need to, she responded dreamily. The Colonel said that I felt for the crew as if they were my children. As usual he was right, especially with Seven. Love and marriage would be such an anticlimax for somebody with 140 children!

I think you would have to try it, to find out, Chakotay smiled encouragingly.

Perhaps I will, she agreed, then kissed her Second in Command. But you'll have to have Seven's patience to find out, she teased.

I've waited this long. I can wait, Chakotay assured her.

They were approached by Princess Madila as they talked. That is how you select a mate on your world? She demanded curiously. It looked like a trap!

No it isn't quite, the Captain confessed happily. But it was a trap. If you had been with and watched them as long as we have, then you would know why I sprang it.

The biggest crime of all would be to let them suffer as an engaged couple, the Colonel would have been as stiff and as formal as ever, probably more so and Seven would have become ever more frustrated.

Mrs Seven of Nine, Primary Adjunct to Unimatrix Samuels, Colonel Samuels announced formally as he carried her into their quarters. You have orders?

None at present, Seven of Nine confessed, unsure what actions should come next.

In that case, permission to examine what I've paid so dearly for, Ma'am? he requested formally.

She considered the proposal carefully, this was a new twist to the Colonel's gentle teasing. He seemed to be volunteering. The duration and scope of this examination? She queried uncertainly.

Years, hopefully decades and very intimate, he grinned. I am very thorough!

You may proceed, she agreed cautiously.

Perhaps you should remove your belt and jacket, she added as he took hold of her in a passionate embrace.

You may remove anything you wish, he whispered, as he nibbled her ear, then kissed his way down her neck.

Feeling the fastening at the back of her neck ease, she responded in kind.

We will procreate! She demanded, pulling him towards the bed.

No, we will make love, he corrected her gently. Anything else that happens will be a happy bonus. Besides I'm allowed to tease you now!

I love you, Seven! He added as they sank to the bed.

I love you, Alan! She responded settling in his arms.

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Seven of Nine finds that catching your man is only half a battle. Keeping him hurts more.