The Colonel- Series 3- Still Marching On

by ray gower

Captain Janeway and Neelix try to make life interesting for the crew. Seven makes the Colonel uncomfortable. The Colonel and Voyager go to war and find peace again

3. Child of Thunder

Child of Thunder

Q makes an appearance, requesting Voyagers help to protect a child from a higher plain'. Seven of Nine makes a declaration, that makes the Captain uncomfortable. Whilst Voyager takes refuge on an uninhabited planet for repair.

Voyager and characters (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 Colonel.

This story is rated PG

©R Gower 2001

Captain Janeway completed her evening prowl of Voyager in a glorious mood. She was now a happy Captain with a happy crew. After twelve weeks of limping along with computer failures, weed entrapment and assorted other irritations, they were finally underway. She had savoured giving the command to Tom Paris to engage the warp drive as much as when she had supplied the same command the first time she took control of the ship.

On top of that her new private garden in her quarters had finally bloomed and helped hoist her happiness to a new plateau, as her quarters were once again filled with gentle scent and colour.

Not that everything was rosy. The hull was a patchwork quilt of patches, repairs and scorch marks from the effects of the Sea Weed' and its subsequent disposal. They would have to be fixed quickly, before they attempted to do anything too extreme. There were still occasional problems with the computer. These were usually sorted out with little bother, between B'Elanna, Seven of Nine and Corporal Miller.

Corporal Miller was still something of a mystery to her. She sometimes wondered how Seven had managed to create a programme, based upon a Twentieth Century Soldier, that seemed to be able to learn so much about the ships computer system. When she had tried asking, Seven had simply stared at her, looking superior and stated that her programme had been accurate to the parameters given by the Colonel. When she challenged the Colonel, he had simply shrugged and said. Miller was as bent as a nine bob note, Ma'am. If he wants something, he'll find a way of getting it. She did not have a clue what the phrase meant, but smiled as if she did. Then looked the phrase up in the history files and found a bob' was slang for currency in Great Britain until the later half of the Twentieth Century. Further investigation into the monetary units led her to decide the phrase was not complimentary. She had to make do with the fact that the person was devoted to his commanding officer and now, by his order, to her.

Entering the forward promenade she stooped to examine Naomi's Sextant bolted to the view port; paying it silent tribute as a monument to the degree of improvisation that could be achieved when desperate. The strange device had been their only method of navigating for nearly six weeks. It had not been accurate in the normal sense of the word, but the 160 million kilometres they had been adrift by, when Seven had finally pinpointed there position from her rejuvenated Astrometrics suite, was a hell of a lot closer than they could have been. Naomi had swollen visibly with pride, when she had told her so, then almost exploded when Seven had admitted the results had been Acceptable'.

That led her to another idle thought and not a little wonderment at how close Seven and Naomi seemed to have become over the years. They did seem to have become quite attached to each other. She did not think that it was entirely the Colonel's doing either, though their mutual fascination in him as an undiscussed topic probably went someway. They had shown some interest in each other before that.

Her philosophical mind wanderings were disturbed by a giggle from a darkened corner behind her. Cautiously she turned and peered into the gloom. The giggle might have been B'Elanna, had she been inclined to do so, but that seemed unlikely. She could just make out a shadow and moved towards it, to find both Tom and B'Elanna snuggled together on a chair, looking embarrassed.

It was her turn to blush as they tried to stand and make themselves presentable. It had never been her intention to spy upon her crews mutual affections, especially when they were married.

Tom desperately tried to refasten his jacket, but it seemed to be entangled in B'Elanna's, causing him to fumble with both. We're sorry, Captain! He spluttered. We didn't notice you come in!

Yes, you did and No you're not! The Captain laughed at them.

You were hoping I wouldn't see you! I'm glad you two are enjoying yourselves!" She claimed fervently. There had been a time when she had distinct worries about the couple and their often stormy relationship. But you do have quarters to do that sort of thing in!

They laughed good naturedly, making room for her to sit with them.

"We've Seven and the Colonel to thank!" Tom explained.

Sitting as offered she raised a questioning eyebrow. "Oh?"

The Colonel getting involved in their arguments, she could understand, it was what he seemed to do best, calming overheated situations. Seven getting involved seemed more unlikely.

"The Colonel made me think. Seven showed me how!" B'Elanna laughed, confusing the Captain still further. "She gets more like him everyday!"

The Captain gave up. "I don't think I'll try asking for an explanation. Where are they? Weren't they having dinner with you?"

"They left before we came here," B'Elanna explained. "She said the Colonel's leg was giving him problems again. She wanted to persuade him to see the Doctor."

"He is going to have to sooner or later," the Captain agreed. "I think it hurts quite badly."

"Actually I think she is wearing him out," B'Elanna confided with a laugh. "I told her she ought to show some restraint. Not even the Colonel has the stamina of a Borg!"

Laughing the Captain left them to their canoodling and returned to her quarters, for a peaceful if slightly lonely nights sleep.

Lieutenant Colonel Samuels, supported by Seven of Nine, tore at the fastenings of his jacket and yawned widely, as they limped into their quarters.

Releasing him, she watched with concern as he limped stiffly to an easy chair and sank tiredly into it. He had been displaying these symptoms for eight days and it had prompted her to propose an early departure from their evening meal with the Paris's. He had accepted, eventually, but only after their part in the after dinner entertainment had been completed. He flatly refused the suggestion that he night be ill, even when the Captain had challenged him some days ago, passing it off as the effects of old wounds.

Satisfied he was comfortable she turned to the replicator and negotiated the production of his elixir of life- Strong tea. Taking the resultant cup, she placed it by his side, then sat beside him, in the same broad chair, sliding her slim arm around him in a loving fashion. Automatically he responded in kind, drawing her closer.

"You should consult the Doctor regarding the stiffness," she prompted hopefully.

"One day I will understand why a young, beautiful and seemingly intelligent woman would want to be associated with an old crock like me," he said wistfully, apparently not hearing her. "My wildest and most impossible dreams as a young man have come true. I couldn't have had them filled more completely." He leant his head against hers as they gazed at the stars through the view port. He stroked her hand, his fingers just caressing her Borg 'Glove' as he described it, then traced over the scars where the technology met her flesh.

She considered the sensation and the feelings she was undergoing, as his stroking worked upwards. They seemed so pleasant, comforting. So... Natural. So different to her previous lives, both as a Borg, or even aboard Voyager. The first refused that individualism existed, the second thought that being an individual was the prime reason for existence. They were both wrong, she decided. They were both empty compared to what she felt she now had.

"Our duet tonight," the Colonel's voice interrupted her comfortable thoughts. "It voiced everything I wanted to be for you."

That set her on a new course of thought. The song 'The First One', had reflected a whole raft of sentimental sentiments a man might wish for a young woman on a first date. The first to hold her, kiss her, make her heart skip. He had definitely been those to her. He was the first to survive a dance with her as well, she remembered ruefully. Those who had accepted her challenge before had ended up in Sick Bay, as she forgot her own strength and dislocated various limbs. "My responses were accurate," she stated simply

He grinned and kissed her hair. "So delightfully blunt! Which of your ambitions do I need to arrange to fill? The Universe, or will you settle for the Galaxy," he teased gently, referring to her occasionally quoted desire to learn everything.

"I wish to reproduce."

The statement made him start in alarm, spilling the tea he was reaching for and disturbing her comfortable lounging.

"I wish to have offspring. I wish you to comply!" She reinforced. "That is acceptable?"

He settled back in the chair rather less comfortably. "Yes it is. I can think of nothing else I could wish for.

Yet you have reservations?

He considered lying. It would be the first time he had done so to Seven of Nine, he might get away with it. He decided not to, it would be a sin and a break in trust between them. He didn't want that, ever! And he wanted children at some point, but perhaps not here and now. A few, he admitted sadly.

Start with, I don't know if I have one, he admitted. You win. I'll go and see the quack tomorrow. Then we can ask for the Captains permission.

Is that necessary? She demanded in surprise.

He paused reflectively. Perhaps not for you. But it is for me. But I doubt she will refuse. Besides it is her ship we live on, it is courteous to let her know.

He pulled her closer and into a kiss. Let's make for bed, Seven. I ache.

She pulled him to his feet, guided him to their cot. Pushing him firmly down upon it, she straddled him, pinning him to the mattress. You will comply!

Elsewhere a smaller and much less happy ship sailed. Two of the three occupants were desperate to escape. Where to they did not care, only what was behind them was of importance. What was behind them wanted the third member of their crew, their son, as a sacrifice'. The child at the age of two, was too young to be concerned.

Right now they were particularly agitated. Their pursuers had disappeared. Not fallen behind and given up, but physically disappeared.

I think we had better slow down, Elana. The Coven have given up for the time being and the cube has disappeared, it could be anywhere. We can't risk burning out the engines. We are going to need them.

Elana viewed her husband through large doe eyes. Can we risk it, Roskov?

he admitted. But we can't afford to risk not to. If we change course and run slower we will be more difficult to detect and I know somewhere where we can hide for a while at least.

The Colonel, as promised, went to see the Doctor after he arose that morning. He did not have a lot of choice, the stiffness in his legs left him almost paralysed and he needed to be lifted from the bed by Seven. He marched into Sick Bay more like Tom Paris's robot from Chaotica, than his normal lithe quick march. It had the Doctor peering at him expectantly.

You decided to come for a medical opinion at last? He had been pre-warned.

Not especially. Treatment would be preferred. Then perhaps a little advice please, Sir! The Colonel responded.

The Doctor looked at him sharply. It was rare that the Colonel called him Sir', or needed to ask him for advice.

Which do you want first. Legs or advice? He demanded. The advice is don't do whatever caused the stiffness.

The Colonel glared at him. I had another quack that offered that sort of pointless advice. I damned near killed him.

The Doctor emulated a sigh and switched off his humour routines. A witty doctor seemed to be appreciated by most of his patients, but evidently not the Colonel.

Get on the bed and I'll examine you, he snapped, engaging professional harassed mode.

The Colonel almost smiled in appreciation as he complied to the Doctors demand. There were times the Doctor could be a quick learner.

He watched in passive disinterest as the Doctor silently dragged his medical tricorder over his legs and body. Finished he carefully put the device out of the Colonels reach, then quickly snapped the scanner over him before he could try and swing off the bed.

You had better have a good explanation for this, Doctor? The Colonel snapped coldly.

The Doctor nodded. There is a very good explanation. You have finally achieved it. You do have more of Seven of Nine's nano-probes than she has! She was wondering where they had gone.

Well we had better get some of them out so we can return them. Hadn't we?

The Doctor shook his head. It won't be as easy as that. They have adapted. Why you aren't a healthy drone I can't imagine.

Sick Bay to Captain!

What is the problem Doctor? Janeway's strident voice boomed out.

I have the Colonel and a problem, the Doctor intoned passively.

Can't you sort it? She asked in surprise.

It is the Colonel, do I need to say more? I will need your assistance.

On the Bridge the Captain gave a puzzled look to Chakotay and left for the Sick Bay.

What was the advice you wanted? The Doctor asked as they awaited the Captains arrival.

From his restrained position the Colonel tried to shrug, but the force field restraints held him firmly. I have a nasty feeling I already know the answer. Mrs Nine wants to have a baby. I didn't know if I could and was a little worried about what we would produce.

The Doctor managed not to look surprised. Her motherhood instincts are quite advanced, but I would not advise it at the moment.

The Colonel nodded imperceptibly as the Captain arrived.

What's the problem? She demanded briskly.

Seven appears to have been trying to assimilate her husband, the Doctor confided.

I hope you are going to clarify that?

He has thrombosis. His blood stream is full of Borg Nanoprobes.

The Captain stared at him incredulously. How? Why hasn't he changed?

I don't know. I will have to carry out tests. He has always had a few, needed them to maintain the neural link. I supervised Seven inserting them myself. But there are far too many for that! The Doctor explained hurriedly.

She turned to the Colonel with a questioning look.

He managed to look embarrassed from his recumbent position. I am sorry, Ma'am. Request to be excused from saluting. I seem to be a little tied up.

She smiled and placed her hand on his arm. I think you can be forgiven for that. Why do you think you are stuffed full of nano-probes?

He blushed deeply. Mrs Nine gets a little carried away at times, Ma'am? he offered.

She gazed back in confusion until the gears in her mind clanked into position. I think I will have to have a word with her.

The Colonel looked distressed. I would rather you didn't, Ma'am! She shouldn't have to throttle back on the rare occasion she loses control. Besides it takes two to tango.

But I can't have her doing this to you! If nothing else, if it goes on she won't have the choice, she pointed out reasonably, turning to go.

Chakotay looked up in surprise as the Captain strode onto the Bridge. That was quick. Not as bad as the Doctor thought?

She confided as she sat in her chair. B'Elanna is right. Seven is doing things to the Colonel. She seems to be trying to assimilate him! The problem is, he doesn't want her to know.

Chakotay shook his head. I suspect Seven already knows. She asked for an appointment to see you. I told her to come up in an hour.

The Captain flashed him grateful smile, before heading for her Ready Room. I'll go and decide what I am going to say to her.

It was going to be a deep philosophical discussion. She could feel it. How to persuade Seven not to lose control of herself, yet still feel she could act as she and the Colonel wanted. She wondered if she could persuade her to fake the results, then dismissed it, with their unique relationship it would be picked up immediately. Another thought struck her. If Seven was being as persistent as she evidently was, then there was going to be a motive. Enjoyment did not seem to be an option.

Her musings were interrupted by a voice she had not heard for some time. Kathryn, you have been interfering with the Continum again!

She looked around and found herself looking into the languid face of Q. He had materialised lounging in the easy chair next to hers. I feeling of dread filled her. Q's appearance never heralded a calm chapter in her life.

Despite that she kept her voice calm in response. I don't see how. We haven't done anything recently.

Q smirked. But you have picked up a couple of passengers that don't belong. I turn my back for a moment and you lose control.

I haven't got any passengers! She protested, then stopped as gears clanked into place. You mean Seven and the Colonel? I couldn't leave them where we found them!

I won't complain about the Borg, Q admitted. It amused us considerably the extents you went to keep it. But the Colonel. You should have left him on the Klingon vessel. I will never understand human sentimentality.

Still I suppose your actions with the time machine go someway to recompense, he added grudgingly. That could have had severe repercussions.

It was only with the Colonel's help that we solved that one, she pointed out defensively.

I suppose it was. But you failed to leave him on Earth. He would have gone.

She squirmed uncomfortably. We felt he would be better off with us.

And it kept the Borg under control?

The Captain leapt to her feet, fists clenched and shouted back. First, the Borg is human. Second, they love each other! Now what do you want?

Q did not move, but continued in patronising tones. Calm yourself Kathryn. I haven't come to split them apart, they'll do that soon enough. I've actually come to ask for your assistance.

With some effort Captain Janeway recovered her composure and settled back in her chair. Why should we help you. All you have brought us are problems!

And you deal with them so well. Just call it atonement.

She sighed. I don't trust you. But as I don't think you will go away, you might as well say what you came for.

Q smiled at her. She disliked that smile it was supercilious. This is right up your street, he informed her.

She glared at him, feeling her patience slip again. Get on with it!

Q shrugged. There is a child in this sector.

I'm sure there are a lot of children, she said, her foot tapping in impatience.

This one is of special interest to the Q and several other parties, he claimed, he was enjoying winding the Captain up.

We would rather like the other parties not to acquire it.

She waited for Q to explain, but it was not going to happen within her patience span. Why not?

Q smiled in victory, feeling that he had finally gained the Captains interest. It would be unfortunate for the Continum and the Universe if they did so.

Lets just say he does not belong in this Universe, Q failed to explain.

He's a Q?

Q exclaimed. He will be more than that!

She was about to give short shrift, then Q's last statement sank in. More than a Q? I thought you were supposed to be omnipotent?

Q for once looked uncomfortable. Even Q have limits to their power, Kathryn. We can't create Universes.

So why don't you just magic him away? she demanded.

She actually saw Q squirm in his seat, a revelation. We have been given our instructions. We must not intervene until it has reached an age where it can think for itself, the parents allow it or it becomes essential. But its parents will not see sense.

I can't imagine why not, she mused. Perhaps it is because you are supercilious. What do you expect us to do? She asked settling more comfortably in her seat.

They are on the run, so to speak. I want you to find them and keep the child safe. The notable features of your trip through this quadrant has been the fact that you seem to survive and the way people trust you.

The Captain felt her interest prick up, but tried not to show it. Who is after this child, apart from the Q?

The Borg, who you know about. And a race called the Rajek.

Thoughts of the potential dangers flooded the Captains mind and she gave vent to them. You expect us to find the child. Then persuade its parents that we can protect them from harm from enemies that are obviously too powerful for you to scare off?

Q nodded impassively. The thing I find most fascinating about humans is their persistent failure to be overwhelmed by difficulties; like their imminent destruction. Besides when you have found them I will join you for your protection.

The Captain regarded him sourly. I don't think that is a great comfort, she opined.

The door chime sounded heralding the opening of the door to permit the access of Seven of Nine.

Catching sight of Q lounging in the chair she remained uncertainly in the doorway. I was unaware you had another visitor, Captain. I will wait. I wish our discussion to be private.

The Captain stood quickly. Seven, I think you ought to meet Q, she suggested quickly. He was just about to leave! She glared at Q.

Species 294. The Q. Considered a danger to the Collective, Seven recited automatically. Their assimilation is regarded as essential. Why is he here?

He just dropped in for a cup of coffee, the Captain breezed. Q, this is Seven of Nine-Samuels. We can't help you. Say goodbye.

As if accepting her command Q vanished, much to the Captains relief. She signalled for Seven to come in and indicated a chair.

Seven of Nine stepped in, but spurned the chair, preferring to take her usual stance, hands crossed behind her back, gazing firmly at the Captain. The Captain knew what that stubborn look meant, she was about to struggle not to lose any logical and emotional argument she had prepared.

He is dangerous, Seven informed her.

The Captain smiled. I think he thinks the same about you being aboard, she commented. I've never seen him leave as quietly as that! Have you heard of the Rajek?

I am unaware of the race, Seven admitted.

He thinks they are dangerous as well and wants our help because of them.

Seven of Nine raised an eyebrow at her but said nothing, leading to the Captain to return to the original reasons for the interview.

You wanted to see me? She prompted.

I wish to reproduce, Seven responded bluntly. The Colonel was of the opinion I required permission to do so.

The Captain stared at her for several long moments before finding her voice. She should not be surprised by the statement, she told herself. Seven of Nine had shown mothering instincts numerous times, and obviously wanted to be a mother. The Colonel would undoubtedly want to follow his regulations, that demanded that permission be sort from his commanding officer before a family was started. So she should not be surprised by the blunt statement from Seven of Nine that formed the request.

Have you thought about this? She asked at last, sinking into her chair and waving to Seven to do the same. It could be considered a little soon. You have barely had time to learn about each other?

We have been a collective for seven months, five days, Seven pointed out, as accurately as ever and pointedly ignoring the chair. We have been learning about each other for two years, one month, six days, before that. I believe it is unlikely that we have much else to learn.

The Captain grinned, she had heard the cries and moans from their quarters once or twice on her prowls around the ship, they had made her quite jealous at the time. I don't suppose you do, she admitted. What is the Colonel's opinion?

He admits to some reservations, but did not elucidate. He is willing, Seven assured her.

The Captain nodded. The Colonel would almost certainly be willing to attempt anything his wife demanded, reservations or not. I suspect he will be worried about the level of interference your nano-probes might supply. You've been injecting him with them, she opined confidently.

Seven of Nine stiffened slightly. She had not considered her probes, they were part of her, as such went unnoticed unless she had need of them. They will be present in the infant, she admitted uncertainly. They will enhance it! She added hopefully.

The Captain rested her jaw on her fingertips thoughtfully. She did not want to refuse the request, she did not think it would have much effect even if she did. They had both found ways around orders before. But she didn't want to see the couple suffer from an infant Borg drone either, it might spoil their hopes. Besides, she wanted something to coo over as well. A child from this couple would be perfect.

I don't want to refuse. But it's not just your probes either, she said quietly. The Colonel is also full of them. But they aren't working like yours.

I think we ought to wait and see what the Doctor finds out about the probes you've been inoculating him with first. If we can find what it is that prevents him being assimilated into a full blown drone, then perhaps? she suggested thoughtfully.

I will assist the Doctor in his research, Seven declared turning for the door.

In the Sick Bay the Colonel observed the short man in a blue jacket and white trousers cautiously. He had never actually seen anybody wearing a Bi-corn hat before, along with a number of other small details, he was not sure whether to laugh or hit him for taking the rise.

The Doctor had released the scanner enabling him to sit up. But had demanded that he remain in Sick Bay until he had finished his tests. Perhaps the stranger would provide some entertainment.

Who or what are you, Sir? He asked.

You are supposed to salute a superior officer! Q claimed. I am a senior officer from your Earth.

The Colonel regarded him again eyebrow raised in puzzled surprise. Not wishing to doubt your delusions, Sir. But I have a few problems there.

Q raised a questioning eyebrow.

The Colonel smiled slowly. The jacket is that of a Marshall in the French Imperial Guard. The sash from the artillery, and the pelise is from the French Cavalry. All of which were disbanded after the Napoleonic wars, none of which go together. If I were to accept the uniform as being genuine, I would have to attempt to kill you as being an enemy. Perhaps you would like to try again? Who are you?

Q's face registered surprise. He had hoped to intimidate the primitive by selecting a uniform he would recognise as being superior. In the event, he seemed to be as difficult to impress as Jean Luc. I am Q, he announced in the end. I am superior to primitive lifeforms.

The Colonel nodded sagely. Ah! I've heard of you. My Star Fleet friends to describe you as A pain in the Ass!' I understand that to mean you are an undesirable irritation. Like Piles?

Q was tempted to send the Colonel some where he could reconsider the remark and become more obsequious. But the steady unconcerned gaze from the Colonel suggested that it would take a lot to impress him with a simple display of power.

What do you want? .... Sir? The Colonel interrupted his thoughts.

Q was stuck for an answer that was plausible. He had come to inspect the primitive, perhaps intimidate him. Star Fleet captains never seemed to give the respect he deserved and he wanted his ego massaging. The primitive was even worse. In the end he was forced to honesty.

I came to inspect you. I have never physically met anybody from Earth's Twentieth Century.

And see what it is that persuaded a Borg to become emotionally attached, he added as Seven of Nine entered the room.

The Colonel slid from his perch and limped over to Seven, placing an arm protectively around her before responding in a dangerously low voice. First, Mrs Nine is not Borg, she is my wife. Second, visiting hours at the zoo are over, so bugger off!

You need to learn some respect for superiors! Q snapped finding he was losing control. Perhaps I should teach you some?

The Colonel released Seven and limped towards Q. Q found himself backing up in alarm, he raised his fingers to signal the imminent disappearance of at least one person in the room and found them caught in a ham sized fist that crushed the fingers together.

In corporeal form the body of a Q shared many of the characteristics of those around them, relying upon their reactions and innate attitude of superiority kept them safe. It usually worked, especially with humans. It meant in a physical form he could feel pain. It was a new sensation and he cringed from it as the pressure on his fingers increased.

Before you try to be clever, instead of intelligent, the Colonel suggested. It is only fair to warn you that I am sworn to the protection of Mrs Nine and this crew. I am not responsible for yours. If I believe you are responsible for any funny business that affects them, I will seek you out and it won't matter where you try and hide. I cannot promise I will be as gentle as I am being now.

He released the fingers and Q examined them nervously. They throbbed painfully at him. He glared back at the Colonel who had returned to Seven of Nines side. For once he was uncertain about his safety with humans.

I can see that this is going to be a relationship we will have to work at, he declared and disappeared.

What an irritating little man, the Colonel sighed before turning to more important matters. Could you help me back to the bunk? It was all I could do to stand. You saw the Captain?

Seven of Nine, gently but firmly, guided him back towards the bunk. Yes. She is unwilling to approve reproduction until we have discovered the nature of your assimilation.

He smiled. That's an easy one, he declared. It's called love!

She glared at him. The answer is insufficient. I will assist the Doctor to find a more scientific solution and a cure.

He reached forward to kiss her and whispered. Probe as much as you like, but keep the Doctor away!

We need to find somewhere to carry out repairs properly, Chakotay observed to the Captain as she returned to the Bridge after her interview with Seven of Nine. I've just finished going over the reports from the repair crews. We look decidedly second hand, with the number of jury rigged repairs. We need a month in a dry dock.

The Captain nodded absentmindedly, Q's sudden appearance was playing on her mind. She suspected he had not finished with them. I agree, but I don't think we can risk finding one, she murmured.

Tuvok, liaise with Seven of Nine. Find an uninhabited class M' planet we can hide on to carry out full repair, she called out suddenly.

Seven of Nine is assisting the Doctor with the Colonel, Tuvok pointed out impassively a moment later. She will be distracted for some time.

That was true she remembered and she agreed with the reasons. Okay, take Ensign Kim and anybody else you need from Astrometrics.

Chakotay looked at her curiously. It was unlike her to forget where a member of the crew had been detailed so soon. Her willingness to find somewhere for the landing to carry out full repair was also unusual. He asked mildly.

She leaned over and whispered in his ear. I had a visit from Q. He wants us to help him save the Universe.

You said we would help him? Chakotay guessed.

No I didn't. But you know Q. He doesn't take No' for an answer, so he will be back. I want us to be ready for what he comes with. I'll give a full briefing in the staff conference.

How do you rate Q's opinion that the child would be dangerous if the Borg were to capture it? Tuvok asked, when the Captain had finished explaining the events in her Ready Room during the afternoon Conference.

I don't know, she admitted. There is almost certainly something. Otherwise Q wouldn't have come. But I would have thought he would have acted anyhow, if it was extreme.

Unless he is scared of the beings that gave the original orders, mused Chakotay. The thought of something higher in the chain than Q is a revelation.

It is disconcerting, Tuvok agreed. What are your intentions, Captain?

We aren't in a position to chase around the Delta Quadrant looking for a single small ship. I intend to repair the ship and continue on our way, she claimed. If we come across them. Well... She hesitated. We'll follow standard Star Fleet procedures for a rescue, if they want it.

A number of knowing nods appeared around the room. If they came across them, the Captain would endeavour to protect them as Q had demanded. No matter what state the ship was in.

Have you found a planet for us to carry out repairs? She demanded, moving the meeting along.

There is an M' class planet within five light years, Captain. Three moons and high electro-magnetic radiation give it potential to set down and remain masked for the time required, Tuvok reported.

Plot a course that allows us to approach unseen. We'll have a look at it, she decreed.

We have already done so, the Vulcan responded calmly. We will be in orbit in forty hours.

The Captain nodded in surprise. It was unlike Tuvok to pre-empt her instructions. She wondered if he had been taking tips from the Colonel. The security officer might not like the soldier, but he saw the value in his approach.

Chakotay and B'Elanna prepare a repair plan, that will leave us capable of regaining orbit if required. She decided before turning to the Doctor. The Colonel. When can we have him back on his feet?

The Doctor grunted. If he feels he is needed, he will be up, he observed caustically. Otherwise I want to keep him under control for at least a week. We are testing the probes in his body and comparing them against Seven's. They bare the same signature codes, so they were hers. But they have been modified beyond recognition.

How so?

They have taken the role of maintaining his body, like Seven's. They act like antibodies, if they meet anything that shouldn't be there, they attack it and either destroy it or modify it into more probes. We tested Seven's with them and they adapted themselves to match the Colonels own pattern.

Tuvok stirred in his seat. You mean he is immune to Borg assimilation?

The Doctor shook his head. Highly resistant. But not immune.

Besides he has already been assimilated by Seven! Tom Paris smirked crudely, causing numerous guffaws from the table that were quickly suppressed as Tuvok glared uncomprehendingly at them.

The Captain hid her own amusement, in favour of getting a clinical analysis. Do we know how they came to be there?

He has had a few since Seven used modified probes to treat him when he joined the ship. She has also had to treat him with them several times since. Seven says she modified some parameters in her probe production cycle to make it easier to modify them for the next time he required treatment. He is also creating some. Since their marriage Seven thinks his inoculation may have become a regular feature. They have simply built up because they don't destroy each other and he has no way of disposing of them, the Doctor explained.

More barely suppressed grins appeared around the table, as the implication struck them.

So how do we remove them? The Captain demanded.

Seven is working on that, the Doctor assured her. She thinks we may have to fit Borg assimilation technology so he can eject them safely.

Meaning we will be making him a Borg ourselves? Chakotay challenged.

The Doctor nodded uncomfortably. If they are to continue to enjoy each others company. Otherwise she will have to modify more probes to kill the Colonels.

I think I will have to talk to them, the Captain concluded.

Forty-one hours later, as promised by Tuvok, Voyager entered low orbit around a small green planet. The Bridge crew waited expectantly for a result.

Some primitive wild life. Much forestation. Acceptable atmosphere, Tuvok reported the good news, as he carried out a short range detailed scan. No artificial emissions. I have detected a small clearing. It will be adequate.

Relay to Tom, the Captain instructed. Tom put us down in one piece for a change. I only want to repair what is already broken, not have a new list.

From his seat Tom Paris blushed. Aye, Ma'am! There doesn't seem to be any serious problems here. Tuvok has found us some good weather for once.

With what were now expert hands he guided the ship into the atmosphere.

Increasing structural integrity, Kim announced as the buffeting started. The ship lurched sideways and dipped, to be caught by Tom Paris as he increased power to the stabilisers.

For their part the rest of the Bridge crew held on grimly waiting for the end of the tumult.

At 500 Metres above the surface, Tom Paris levelled the ship, deployed landing legs and let it drift slowly to the landing point Tuvok had pinpointed. It finally came to a halt with a jolt as 700,000 tonnes of space ship hit the ground.

Captain Janeway breathed again with a heart felt sigh of relief. Landing a vessel the size of Voyager was always going to be a dangerous and nerve racking activity. This had been one of Tom's better efforts.

Not bad! Ensign Kim complimented from his station. The only damage this time seems to be some crockery and the Colonel falling off the couch in Sick Bay.

Tom looked back nervously. Didn't get hurt did he?

Kim grinned wolfishly. Seven caught him.

Captain Janeway brought them back to the matter in hand with some urgency. Tuvok, spread a security cordon around the ship. Chakotay, get the repair teams assembled. I don't want to be here for a moment longer than necessary!

Roskov was viewing the instruments of his small ship with some scepticism. His telepathic abilities could feel' they were still being followed, but the instruments denied all knowledge of any form of ship, or anything else unexplainable. He was wondering if the small green planet he was heading for would be as safe as he had anticipated. Perhaps they would be safer to continue past it and out into the void, he wondered.

Elana, his wife, was unaware of his concerns, but he could sense her fear. Since they had escaped from Rajah four months ago they had fled over 500 light years. All the time they had been pursued. First by ships from the Coven, the controllers of Rajah and twenty other planets. Then by a cuboid vessel, of the like he had never seen before. Yet all the time there had been a third presence. It had disappeared, briefly, a few days ago and he had allowed himself the brief hope that they had finally lost that as well. But now it was back.

He was also worried about his son, the gripping pains he seemed to be having were not just teething problems. He had gained a temperature to go with them. Yet the vague images he was receiving from him when he probed were difficult to distinguish. Concern for his son led him to a decision. They would have to land so that they could take care of him properly.

An indicator on the console flashed a warning. There was another vessel in the vicinity. With alarm he examined more displays, trying to identify it. Out of seven hundred known configurations, this one did not match any. He was uncertain whether to be grateful or not. It meant that it did not belong to the Coven. It did not seem to match any of the readings they had obtained from the Cuboid vessel either. Perhaps they might be friendly, he thought hopefully, or better still would not detect them. The last hope was dashed, when he realised it was on course to enter orbit around the same planet as he was aiming for.

Elana, sat behind him in the Tactical and Communications seat, picked up the same small blip on the screen she was watching. Perhaps they will have a Doctor for Thor? She suggested, echoing his own thoughts.

Roskov turned towards her. Even without telepathy there were times she seemed to read his mind. Do you really think so? He asked mildly.

She smiled at him. You're the telepath, you tell me? she suggested teasingly.

They are much too far away to tell, he sighed. All I know is that they don't seem to belong to anybody that has been chasing us. We will see.

The Colonel, under the attentive eye of Seven of Nine, joined Captain Janeway two days after landing.

She was standing upon the outer casing above the Bridge, watching the busy repair crews carefully removing plates from the hull, in preparation for their replacement. They had removed over a score of them and the ships structural frame work could be clearly seen. Around the frame work Harry Kim could be seen carefully picking his way, tricorder levelled, looking for any signs of fault. It was a similar scene below the saucer section, only there the crew were working from scaffolding and it was Lieutenant Caerey inspecting the ships structure. She sighed, the work was going to schedule. But it was going to take several weeks, even working through the night to do the job properly and she was not sure she was prepared to wait that long.

She turned towards the couple as they approached arm in arm and allowed herself a brief smile.

How are you feeling today? She asked.

The Colonel grinned happily. A lot better for being out of Sick Bay, Ma'am. The Doctor has permitted me gentle exercise.

How is he, really, Seven? The Colonels answers regarding his health were never reliable. He only admitted to a problem when he finally collapsed. So, as always, she sought a second opinion from the one person who would know.

80% of the surplus probes have been removed, Seven reported. The Colonel is functional. However he remains in danger from their over production.

Or assimilation by his wife, the Captain teased gently. How did you do it. The Doctor thought you might have to add more Borg technology to control them?

Both the Colonel and Seven looked uncomfortable.

We removed the probes with primitive technology. We filtered his blood through a transfusion system. Until an acceptable method of control is found, I will abstain from the circumstances that lead to the Colonels inoculation.

The Captain grinned, Seven had not sounded entirely happy with the idea of abstinence.

Have you both considered your wish to extend your collective? She asked gently, this had been her first opportunity to talk to both at the same time in private.

As soon as our small problem has been dealt with. I would like to try and oblige, Ma'am, the Colonel volunteered. The Doctor has given the green light.

What about the probes? She asked cautiously. You can't control yours and Seven's are quite capable of producing Borg.

I think the two flavours should cancel themselves out, Ma'am. What you might consider a fortuitous circumstance. And if it doesn't, well a child is a child. Both start out pink, hairless and wrinkled. It is what they learn that makes them what they will become. I've only dealt with other peoples and I didn't think I would ever have a chance of one of my own after my first wife.

The Colonel had not sounded quite right to the Captain, he was holding something back. She took him by the arm and led him a short way away from Seven to try and find out what it was.

Seven thought you had reservations? She whispered.

The Colonel nodded. Don't get me wrong, Ma'am. There is nothing I would like more than having a child I could call my own. But I would have preferred it to have a chance of living in happiness and safety. Where both mother and child could be sure that the next knock at the door won't be a man in a big hat come to say, Sorry but....'. I've seen and done it to too many families. I don't want that for my family.

You still think you are going to die?

We are all going to die, Ma'am, he countered. Some of us do it sooner than we ought. Others cheat it for longer than we ought. Either way I qualify. I just don't want Seven to regret the ending.

She won't do that, she assured him leading him back to where Seven had been watching them.

In silence they watched the crew working, while the Captain tried to make up her mind.

If there was such a thing as a heaven, the match between Seven of Nine and the Colonel was made in it, she decided and she wanted them to go on being happy together.

The child would certainly be loved, there was no doubt about that either. But she could not entirely put her reservations aside, as the Colonel appeared to have done. There had been a sense of resignation in his voice, despite his assurances. Finally she made up her mind. As a solution it was not going to be well received, nor was it elegant, it smacked of fudge and making time, even pettiness.

I agree to your request, she announced. Provided you find a way to control your respective nanoprobes.

Quickly she tried to explain as the feeling of guilt fell around her. I want you to have what you want and need. But I don't want to see the Colonel crippled by things he can't control, or the baby assimilated before it is born. You have all the facilities on the ship to help you and if you are adamant I don't think it will take long for you to find an answer.

Seven glared at her. The hurt evident in her face. The Colonel simply nodded.

Feeling less than happy with herself she made her excuses and left them, feeling as low as she had ever managed before.

The Colonel feeling Seven of Nine's fury at the Captains seemingly unjust demands, placed a gentle arm around her, trying to console her. He knew why the Captain had made her demands. She wanted to be sure that their desires were real, that everything bode well for the future of the offspring despite the danger posed by unintentional assimilation. In her position he would have denied permission all together. But now was not going to be the time to suggest that to Seven of Nine.

I think we need to get away from the ship for a while, he whispered. Neelix tells me there is a stream in the woods. Lets find it and see if there is somewhere to sit and watch it, before we start work?

Unthinking and unprotesting, Seven allowed him to lead her away.

Four hours later found them sitting side by side in a clearing at the top of a small cliff. It had taken the Colonel, all of thirty minutes to persuade Chakotay to allow a short exploration mission to be conducted by Seven of Nine and himself and collect supplies for a two day excursion. He suspected that the Captain had pre-warned him about the days discussions. After that he had lead them away at a cracking pace, determined to get as much distance as possible between Voyager and themselves as quickly as possible. In the end they had stopped simply because Seven had managed to twist her ankle. He reckoned that they had walked about eight miles, but their circuitous route probably meant they were no more than five from Voyager. He hoped it would be enough, they could not see the ship, but from their vantage point they could see the valley it was hidden in.

Seven of Nine was evidently still upset by the Captains demands, she barely noticed the Colonel holding her closely and didn't respond. Apart from the small cry when she had turned her ankle, she had said nothing. It was worried him. He sighed, twisted and lifted her into his lap, drawing her as close as he could.

The Captains demands were unreasonable! She suddenly broke out.

he admitted. But she is also the Captain. We will do as we are told because we are good soldiers.

Gently he kissed her on the ear, before pulling her head into his shoulder. She may even have a point. We don't know what sort of reaction there will be between our probes and a developing child, they could kill it. We need to convince ourselves as much as the Captain.

You do not want one! She snapped, pulling away.

He looked at her in open mouthed shock. Of course I do! But I want one we can support ourselves. I want to be woken up at night because one or other of us has to feed it. To lounge and watch my beautiful wife and her bonny baby of an evening, simply admiring them both. To know there is something after me. I might even get the hang of changing nappies. I can even see me in my night shirt, pacing the hall floor in worry at one in the morning, waiting for her to get home after her first late date. But I don't want to have to plug it in to the mains every night to recharge and I don't think you do either.

The pictures his statements painted in her mind were as vivid as they were comical and she relaxed into his arms again. Your observations are accurate, she sighed. But I may fail to find a solution.

He grinned and pushed her upright again so he could look her directly in the eyes. We are the ultimate team, remember? Even the Captain says so. How can we fail?

He pulled her close again. Coquettishly she closed her eyes and as he kissed her on the lips, letting the feeling take over her.

Of course if we fail to make progress. Well, accidents do happen, or so they say, and experiments are prone to accidents, he whispered.

Her eyes snapped open at that. We would be in direct contravention to the Captains instructions!

But not to the spirit of them. I think the Captain is looking forward to being a godmother. Besides there isn't a lot of option after the event, he smiled.

Now would you like me to have a look at the ankle you sprained? Then we can find a little nook to plan out our experiments and foul deeds.

In silent answer she slipped off his lap and proffered the offending limb for him to treat.

"Why has having a child become such a pressing matter all of a sudden?" He asked quietly, as he smoothly ran the medi-kit stimulator up and down foot and shin. "Not a sudden passion to keep ahead of the Paris's is it? That wouldn't be you."

"Our Collective is not complete," Seven of Nine said stonily.

"Perhaps it isn't," the Colonel admitted cautiously. "But we have a life time to do that in."

He put the stimulator aside and started to massage the ankle through the supple material of her boot, slowly working his way up the leg. "I don't think we will be going any further today."

"I thought you would require offspring. They would allow you to value your life?" she said quietly not looking at him.

The Colonel started for a moment, stopping the gentle massage that had reached the calf. He released that and gently turned her face towards him.

"I'm a simple man. I like simple goals. I have one. You!" He declared in sudden passion. "Seven of Nine, ex-Tertiary Adjunct to Unimatrix 01, made me the proudest and happiest man in the Galaxy the moment you said 'Yes' to marry me! Suddenly I had somebody who I personally wanted to share my life with and wanted the same, warts and all. I have put a personal value on my life, it is you! I won't let it go."

"Children wise, I am in the same boat as the Captain. I've had hundreds. All other peoples, that I've had to look after and encourage. They have all had the advantage that in the end I could send them home again. Will I have the patience for my own?"

"Yes!" Seven of Nine decreed. "We will be efficient parents." She leant forward and gripped him firmly, pulling him down on top of her then rolled pinning him to the short grass that surrounded them.

"You have only one wart. A small brown one, located 2 cm below your left shoulder blade," she described emotionlessly. "It is a minor defect."

He looked up into her face as it was haloed by the setting sun behind her, trying to decide what level of teasing there was. Then grinned. "Compared to my nose being off-centre 1.3mm?"

"Compared to your desire to resist reproducing," she asserted. "I wish to have something that is ours, that will combine our efficiencies. I wish to experience those feelings that Ensign Wildman experienced rearing Crewman Wildman. I wish assistance!"

The Colonel smiled. Unless she was consciously thinking of them, Seven of Nine's voice still often lacked the nuances of emotion that passion brought and even he sometimes missed her real emotion hidden behind behind otherwise plain statements. He accepted she wanted a child, she would not have said so otherwise. It was who for that caused his doubts. Like him she often thought more for others than for herself. This time he had to sure, who it was for.

He twisted hard, rolling them both until he could wrap her firmly in his arms.

"If it is what you really want, not just because you think you ought to have because of what you think I or anyother dumb bugger thinks, then we will have as many as we want, or can handle," he assured her happily. "By the coach load! And with all my heart!"

"One will be sufficient!" Seven protested, then relaxed against him, until he rolled back again.

There comfortable repose was interrupted by a roaring noise overhead as a fireball ripped through the closing evening sky. In alarm they they turned to watch its fiery progress as it fell to earth. A dull thud and a faint glow to the west heralding its final end.

It was a ship! Seven exclaimed. It has crashed approximately 10 Kilometres to the West!

Why the hell didn't Tuvok's sensors pick it up! Demanded the Colonel, springing up, Seven of Nine still in his arms as he did so. Never mind. Come on we had better go and pick up the pieces. We can get there before a team from Voyager.

He gently lowered her to the ground so she could stand. He managed. But we have to go!

Roskov had certainly not intended to crash upon the planet. It was however an obvious consequence of the Flame out' the engines suffered as they entered low orbit ready for the descent. The problem, he realised, even as he and Elana desperately struggled to gain control of the ship as it pitched and bounced on the atmosphere, was that the failure seemed almost as if somebody had shut down the engines deliberately. He knew it was not him or his wife and they were the only people aboard.

With only the control jets available, there was no way they could regain a higher orbit.

Forward momentum changed gradually and inevitably into a wild and uncontrolled descent. The view screen went black as the ship plummeted earthwards. The instruments showed the skin of their ship was heating up rapidly, already it was reading over a 1000 degrees Celsius in a few seconds, if it reached 3000 the ship would explode.

Elana screamed in terror, behind her Thor was also screaming. Roskov dearly wanted to join them. Get into the life pods! He screamed as smoke started to billow from the control panels, the temperature was becoming critical. We can't launch them yet, but they may be safer!

He concentrated upon what few controls still worked. Slowly it levelled out. Another 10,000 metres of altitude and perhaps he could regain control and set the ship down in one piece, he hoped.

It was a wishful hope, doomed to failure. No sooner had Roskov levelled the craft than hit the top off the first trees. It bounced hard, breaking the trees below them like match sticks, throwing Roskov from his seat. He crashed into the walls as he slid crazily around the small control room, passing out. In the small hold in the centre of the ship the two emergency pods, one bearing Elana and her child, shook themselves from their jettison rails and rolled around as the ship twisted and pitched in its death throws. It hit the ground, broke in two and bounced high again, the two halves spinning over each other before crashing to the ground again, blasting a trail 200 metres wide and a kilometre long through the woods.

As the broken rear half span high in the air, the emergency pods rolled from out of the hold and fell to earth, their fall broken by tall trees, before crashing to the ground.

Peace returned to the woods.

The fiery progress of the crashing space ship was also observed from Voyager. It caused some panic as they tried to work out what it was.

Tuvok, why didn't we pick it up? Captain Janeway demanded, her alarm only matched by her anger.

I am uncertain, Captain, Tuvok admitted. It did not appear on sensors until it started its descent.

She thumped her communicator. Chakotay, I want a boarding party beamed across now. I want to know who and what that ship was.

Transporters are being overhauled. We will have them ready by tomorrow morning, he responded. The shuttles are no use either.

Get a party together to walk then! she snapped irritably. Where is the Colonel when we need him? This is his sort of expedition!

You gave orders that he should be allowed to take Seven of Nine away from the ship to Tuvok pointed out mildly.

The Captain turned to give short shrift, but was stopped by Chakotay. The Colonel is already on his way, with Seven. He thinks he should be there in about two hours. I'll have a party ready in an hour.

The Colonel surveyed the swath of blackened stumps and twisted wreckage with scepticism. It seemed more than unlikely that anybody could have survived the impact. It had obviously been a small ship, so there would not be many casualties. But what it had looked like before the crash was now impossible to tell.

I think it might be better if you stayed her and let me look around in there? he suggested, dropping his pack and looking back in concern at Seven of Nine. For the last hour she had limped gamely along behind him as he had forced a passage for them through the undergrowth.

He had found, sometimes at his expense, that in many ways her Borg enhanced anatomy was physically stronger than he was. But she did not have his stamina and the last hour and a half had been hard work, even he had struggled.

She pulled the last of her hair from the remains of its bouffon in annoyance and regarded him steadily. I will accompany you!

Perhaps you ought to wear a hat? He suggested, smiling at the small show of vanity.

She ignored the suggestion. You will proceed!

He turned and pushed forward, pushing ragged pieces of twisted metal out the way so that they may enter what looked as if it may have been the front section of the ship. In the dim light, he picked a direction that looked as if it lead towards the front of the vessel and hopefully the control room and inched forward.

They finally met a heavy door. It had buckled and jumped from the rails that guided it during the crash. It now hung drunkenly half open, before them. The Colonel tentatively pushed at it. It held firm. Instead he shone his pocket torch into the room and peered around the jamb.

In the light of the small torch he spotted a pile of clothing. It was a guess that it might have been a body, until the faint sound of a groan mote his ears.

I take it all back, he hissed pulling back quickly. There is somebody alive!

He examined the door and its fixings more closely. It was a heavy Blast' door, nearly 3 inches thick, designed to give physical protection to who ever was on the friendly' side. It was not designed to be forced open, especially if the forcer would physically have to lift it as well. He guessed it weighed over 800 lbs.

He examined the gap and Seven thoughtfully. I can't get through. I'm too fat, he explained carefully to the inevitable questioning look. You're more nubile than I am. Can you?

She nodded uncertainly and approached the gap cautiously. She found she could slide through at the base, though it proved a tight squeeze.

Once in a quick glance at the surrounds told her all she needed to know. There was no possibility of finding where the ship had come from, or why it was there. Instead she crawled to the smashed body and probed at it as the Colonel slid their first aid kit to her. She knew the kit would be of no use to her as she reached for it. There are positions that no humanoid can achieve and remain intact, this one appeared to have found all of them.

He tried to speak, so she leant closer as he sighed and hissed. My designation is Seven of Nine, from the Earth ship Voyager. Who are you? She demanded in a fierce whisper.

He seemed to settle a little. He breathed. Wife. Child. In pod. Alive? He coughed then fell silent.

She did not bother to check for further life signs, it was all too evident the humanoid had breathed his last. Instead she crawled back the way she had come, in urgent need to escape from the sight that now sickened her.

She ignored the Colonel's offered hand as she emerged from the Control Room, instead she started to make her way quickly back towards the breach they had entered by. She would have run if there had not been so much debris in the corridor. In silence the Colonel followed her, catching her up as she emerged in the half light of the night, lit by two moons. Silently he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, trying to comfort her, as she buried her head in his shoulder and gasped for breath, swallowing hard.

They stood like that for several minutes as she recovered her composure.

There is an emergency pod, She stated at last. There may be two survivors.

The Colonel looked around, before stating the obvious. We won't find it tonight. In the morning when we can see and the others have arrived. If they haven't got lost in the dark. We'll get away from this mess and rest.

It contains a female and a child. We will search now! Seven demanded, suddenly angry at her husband's complacent attitude.

He sighed. Seven had made a decision, it was unlikely he would change her mind. He tried anyhow. We can barely see six yards in the open, it will be more like two in the trees. We haven't got a tricorder to detect anything. As for lighting; My torch is pretty well shot and I have only one light stick in the pack. We are also both exhausted. Are you sure?

She glared at him. Yes. My visual acuity is superior to yours. I know where the pods will be. Immediately she set off down the burnt track the broken space ship had forged.

The Colonel still wondering why Seven had been so adamant, shouldered his pack and set off after her. At least you could try some circumspection? he suggested as she forced her way past broken branches and over felled trees. Otherwise I'll have to treat your broken leg as well!

Chakotay, leading the relief team from Voyager, was relying upon the signal from the Colonel's communicator to guide them towards the wreckage in the darkness. It had led them to the path the Colonel had forced earlier and they were now making fair progress. It was with some surprise that he noted the signal was moving. It prompted him to try and contact the tall soldier.

Mrs Nine believes there are survivors in an emergency pod, Sir, the Colonel responded almost immediately. She is adamant she..

There was a faint thump, then the Colonel could be heard calling in concern, Seven, are you okay?

I am not damaged. We shall continue.

Then the Colonel's voice returned with an explanation. Sorry, Sir. Just fell over a branch. As I was saying, Mrs Nine is bloody determined to find the pod.

In the darkness Chakotay smiled. We'll try and follow you. Just try not to break the communicator. I need it to find you with!

They found them both after another two hours. The Colonel was sat upon a fallen tree watching Seven of Nine as she moved carefully around a metallic egg shaped object.

We found it twenty minutes ago, Sir, the Colonel explained quietly. Mrs Nine is trying to find her way in.

As he was speaking, they saw Seven stoop quickly and push at something. In the night air there was a faint grinding noise as an opening appeared, then Seven disappeared inside.

Her head reappeared again within a couple of seconds. There are two survivors. I require assistance.

The Colonel immediately slid from his perch and moved towards her, then he too slid into the small pod.

He found two humanoids. The first a young female, her attractive face was puckered into a scream of pain without sound, her dark hair splayed around her head. She obviously been caught trying to strap up her safety harness, the buckles could be clearly seen. She had been violently thrown around inside the padded capsule during its calamitous descent. Immediately fearing the worse he examined her and was surprised to find a weak pulse. He was not hopeful, there were too many obviously broken bones.

We need the Doctor for this one. Get the Commander to wake him up, he whispered to Seven, then turned his attention to the second occupant.

This proved to be a baby, barely into eating solids he guessed. With the thin layer of dark hair covering its scalp and green romper' suit, it looked almost exactly like a human child, down to the rosy cheeks of teething'. It was the focus of Seven of Nine's attention. He noticed her engrossed look of fascination as she stared at it and felt his own strings twang.

You were right and I was wrong, he said softly. If you will let me past, then perhaps I can have a quick look, before the Doctor starts panicking?

It is not seriously damaged, Seven assured him perfunctorily.

He accepted her word without question. In that case. We had better get out and let the Doctor do what he has to do for his mother, he said as the Doctor's visage appeared in the hatch way.

Gently he helped her out of the cramped pod and sat her upon a fallen tree, letting the Doctor set to work.

As you walked, I assume there are no transporters. So we'll need a stretcher for the woman, he observed to Chakotay as he and the relief team gathered around.

Chakotay shook his head. They will be working in a few hours. What happened aboard the ship?

It broke up when it crashed. The pilot told Seven about this thing before he died. If he hadn't we would never have looked for it, the Colonel explained, settling himself beside Seven and sliding an arm around her. She was shivering.

Guessing it was a reaction to what she had seen, he picked her up and slid silently away from the group. Once satisfied he was out of earshot of the others he sat himself down again, still cradling Seven of Nine in his arms.

You can let go now! He whispered gently, kissing her cheek.

She remained on his lap, quivering and silent. He waited, gently rocking her. He could feel something building up inside her, just waiting to burst.

Finally, with all the gentleness he could muster, he said, You are upset about the baby, aren't you? That he may be about to lose both parents?

She nodded imperceptibly.

It needn't be a loss in the long run. We seem to have lasted and he has a better chance, he has us to care for him?

She did look at him then. You would accept the infant to care for? She demanded.

Until something better turned up, like grandparents or others from his family. Yes! He asserted. I wouldn't let anybody go through what I had.

The proposition is acceptable, she decreed and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He almost fell backwards over the trunk in surprise from the sudden change in mood.

Dawn lifted it's golden haze over the exhausted crew as they sat waiting for the transporters to take them back to Voyager.

After much unnecessary instruction from the Doctor, the Colonel had managed to construct a rude stretcher for the injured woman and had strapped her securely to it. Proper treatment of her injuries would not be possible until she was safely in the sick bay.

In the mean time, Seven of Nine had taken almost sole care of the baby.

As soon as the Doctor had confirmed that the child was not hurt, the Colonel had carefully modified his rucksack to act as a Papoose for the child, then slid the child into it and hung it on Seven of Nine. She was now carrying it strapped to her front, never letting it out of her sight for a moment.

Chakotay was not certain whether to laugh or cry at the sight. The concept of Seven of Nine, the efficient ex-borg, acting like an adoring mother, was very touching. But sad, the way she seemed to have fallen so desperately in love with it.

The Colonel seemed to be as nearly as badly affected, he noted. He had found some fruit on the fallen trees and after careful testing had mashed it to a pulp ready to feed to the child when it awoke. It did wake, it squalled, but it also fell quiet when the Colonel had taken it and tried to feed it. Everything seemed to go quiet in the Colonel's hands, Chakotay noted.

It was also notable that he was the only person that Seven was prepared to give the child to voluntarily. That also amused him.

An hour after the sun rose over the trees Voyager finally managed to beam them home.

Captain Janeway demanded almost as soon as they reappeared. Where did that vessel come from, why is it here?

Seven of Nine placed her small charge on a medical bed then came to the rescue of the weary Commander. The ship was too badly damaged from the crash. These two are the only survivors. The female may be able to give us some more information, if she recovers.

Unwillingly, Janeway relaxed a little, but not before rounding on Tuvok. Increase the sensitivity of the detection grid and I want us underway by tonight. Our safe haven doesn't look as safe anymore!

Hull repairs will not be complete until tomorrow morning, Tuvok pointed out stiffly. If we had been discovered it would seem probable that we would have been made aware of the fact by now.

Very well, midday tomorrow, she agreed, then turned back to Seven and the Colonel.What have you there?

The third crew member of the vessel. He has a fever, Seven announced over the gentle grizzling of the child.

The gentle crying seemed to echo through the ship, it put her teeth on edge.

The Captain queried further.

I think it is just teething, perhaps a bit of a chill, he admitted, gently sliding a finger into the child's mouth and feeling it bite on it. The gum is certainly hot enough to be hurting. The Doctor didn't pick up anything when he examined him. I'll see if I can find a mild pain killer and a rusk.

Look after it. Seven I need you to find a course out of here.

She took a second look at her ex-Borg, then added, When you are happy that the Colonel isn't going to do anything rash. Seven looked less than happy with the idea of leaving the child, even in the Colonel's hands.

Think I've already done that, Ma'am! The Colonel reported happily picking the child up and bouncing it gently in his arms.

What the hell has got into the Colonel and Seven? She demanded as Chakotay escorted her from the Sick Bay. They are treating that thing as if it was the most precious thing in the Universe!

The Colonel offered to take the child on if his mother doesn't survive, Chakotay murmured. I think Seven has taken it as a done deal.

I know he likes children and Seven is almost desperate. But this is a little fast, she hissed.

A sudden thought struck her. I wonder if this is Q's doing? She wondered aloud. I have been wondering where he had got to. It isn't like him to leave us alone for so long if he wants something.

Chakotay shrugged, not having an answer and left for his quarters and a couple of hours rest, while the Captain returned to the Ready Room to ponder the problem.

More than a Q', he had said, the phrase troubled her, it hinted of problems to come, they seemed to have acquired a child and almost irrationally two of her crew had become distinctly too attached to it.

Two days later Voyager prepared to blast herself back into space. The Captain paced the Bridge impatiently, waiting for the last few crewmen to finish their tasks and announce ready.

"All stations report ready. All external hatches closed. Power levels are stable," Kim chanted finally, reeling of the inevitable check list.

"Tom, take us up," the Captain snapped, taking her seat for the inevitable bumpy ride.

"Aye, Ma'am!" Tom Paris accepted the order with a little reluctance. He like most of the crew had hoped for a little more time on the planet to simply relax.

Once satisfied that the ship was on course again the Captain stalked down to the sick bay. Their woman guest had awoken a few hours before their launch, but there had not been the time to question her in the frantic activity that preceded a launch.

She was met at the door by the Doctor. Her name is Elana. She is very weak, he reported. There are severe internal injuries, I don't know if I can save her even now! I've not told her about the other two.

She nodded grimly. I'll deal with it. Get Seven and the Colonel to bring the child down.

She turned and approached the couch that held the woman captive.

She started gently, the woman turned her head and looked at her with large and frightened brown eye's. She was so young, no more than 18, a child herself, the Captain thought.

I am Captain Kathryn Janeway, Commander of the Star Ship Voyager. I assure you we mean no harm to you or your baby. But I have to ask you a few questions. Do you understand?

Elana demanded.

Your husband?

Elana nodded weakly.

I'm sorry. We couldn't save him, the Captain said softly, gripping her hand.

A flash of pain flit across Elana's face.

She whispered.

Your baby? He is safe and being looked after by two of my crew. They'll bring him down in a few minutes, the Captain promised.

Now where are you from? She continued gently.

We are from Rajah, Elana whispered.

The Coven tried to steal our baby. They claimed he did not belong to us after we found him and he should be handed to them. Me and Roskov tried to escape from them. But they chased us. Then another vessel, a square one, that chased us too. Roskov thought there was somebody else as well. He could sense things, she continued quickly.

He isn't yours? The Captain blurted.

Found him in the bushes near my home. We wanted children to seal our pairing, so our parents couldn't object.

Warning bells started to clang for the Captain. She didn't know why.

Why did you crash on the planet?

We didn't mean to, she pleaded. We just wanted to hide and rest for a while. But the engines stopped when we started to descend.

Do you know why they stopped?

She shook her head uncertainly. Roskov, thought they were turned off! She sobbed uncontrollably.

The Captain, straightened and glanced around, uncertain of what to do. She found the Colonel and Seven of Nine standing behind her. She hadn't heard them come in.

The Colonel stepped past her silently and knelt beside the sobbing girl. Nah then duck! You daresn't be like this. Not to for your baby. Can you? He asked brightly.

From a pocket he pulled a handkerchief and dabbed gently at her eye's, Let us dry those eyes and make you look pretty again. Now blow! He held the hanky to her nose and she snorted into it dutifully, then smiled weakly at him.

Much better! He assured her, then nodded to Seven.

She stepped uncertainly forward and laid the child beside her mother. Holding it gently as Elana smiled and kissed it.

The Colonel straightened and took the mesmerised Captain from the alcove. The Colonel's actions never ceased to amaze her. This time he had treated the patient like a small child and had got away with it. She would never work out how he picked the right way to approach people from a simple glance.

How much did you hear? She asked uncertainly, there were limits to how much she was prepared to tell the Colonel just yet, fearful of his reaction.

Not as much as you know, I suspect, Ma'am, he opined shrewdly. I'm rather hoping you will fill the gaps in?

She shook her head. You heard she isn't his mother?

He affirmed.

How will Seven react? She seems to have become very protective of him.

I don't know. We would like to adopt it, he admitted. If I knew a little more about the circumstances.

You can direct her, the Captain finished. Very well. I'll tell you both what I think. My Ready Room, one hour.

The Colonel and Seven of Nine appeared in the Captains Ready Room, sixty minutes later as commanded. The Captain noticed with some alarm that Seven was still carrying the infant in her arms.

Shouldn't he be left with his mother? She asked cautiously.

The mother died five minutes ago, Seven responded neutrally. The Doctor thought it wise to leave the baby in our care, for the time being.

His name is Thor, the Captain said gently. If you are going to take care of him, then you ought to know his name? I assume you are still prepared to do that?

Seven nodded in recognition. The designation is acceptable.

He doesn't seem to have any where else to go, he observed.

That is less than a resounding confirmation, the Captain responded pointedly.

I am waiting for the disappointment, Ma'am. I think you are going to provide it? The Colonel's tone was quiet but questioning. In the end I am a soldier. I do as I am told.

"You are right, as usual, she sighed. Thor didn't belong to Elana either. She and Roskov found it. They decided to adopt him, but they didn't tell the authorities. It seems they were running away from them.

Authorities can be funny about adoption, the Colonel observed

It seems that Thor isn't a simple Rajah either, the Captain continued. Both the Borg and the Q are interested in him as well.

She waited for the response.

Dutifully the Colonel provided it. So? Neither hold any great threat.

Her mouth opened in surprise at the extra titbit.

You don't know the Q! She hissed. He has the power to destroy us. He almost demanded we find the child for him and persuade me to help hand him over!

Small irritating chap with big mouth and over inflated opinion of himself, the Colonel described. I've met him.

The Colonel evicted him from the Sick Bay when he attempted to intimidate him, Seven added proudly.

The Captain was impressed. Perhaps that is why he hasn't been back yet, she wondered aloud.

Either way Thor's real parents don't belong in this Universe or the Q's. It seems he comes from higher up the ladder again.

In that case, Ma'am. Mrs Nine and I will look after the child until his rightful parents arrive to reclaim him. I will not let him go to Q and I want the opportunity to tell his parents what I think of them first!

You don't understand. Q claims he will have the power to create and destroy Universes. He could prove dangerous to the ship! She pointed out in alarm.

Only if he has Q as a surrogate father, Ma'am. I'd like to think Mrs Nine and myself would be able to teach him when to use what he has and when not to, the Colonel declared stoutly.

His declaration was disturbed as Q appeared behind the Captain.

A really good job, Kathryn, he beamed. I knew I could depend on you to keep the baby safe.

She span around to look at him.

And we intend to keep him safe! Why did you force their ship to crash? She snapped.

I had nothing to do with it, he assured her, the ingratiating smile appearing on his lips. I told you the child was more powerful than Q.

He caused the crash that killed his surrogate parents! Why? The Captain demanded. It could have killed him as well!

It would take more than a bad landing in an emergency pod to harm him. Just as it was inevitable he would find somebody so desperate to reproduce that they will fall in love and look after him, Q assured her. In this case he has found the Borg and the barbarian. I will however take the child away. His parents wish him recovered.

We will not release Thor to you, Seven snapped her response with real venom behind it, clutching the child more firmly to her chest. We will defend ourselves and the child if we are required to.

Just a minute, Seven, the Captain stopped her.

Q's glances between the two women was all the distraction the Colonel needed. He leapt forward and launched an uppercut at him. It slid through the Q as he faded out. Undeterred the Colonel held his ground and lashed out again gripping him firmly by the lapels as Q took on a more substantial form again and slammed him against the wall and gripping his hands together.

Making the ship crash was murder. When I was born, we hanged people for that, the Colonel hissed. I don't believe you, that you were not responsible for it. Why? because I don't trust you. You may not be an out and out liar, but you are a spoilt brat and a bully. I don't like bullies, they think only of themselves. I'm told I can't kill a Q. But perhaps I can hurt you a little just so you remember what it's like?

The next blow was a ferocious head butt, followed by a punch to the stomach. Q screamed and the Colonel let him drop to the floor.

I could do a lot more, he hissed prodding Q with his foot. But I'm not like you. I know when to stop being a bully and a schemer. Go back where you come from and stay there. Grow up enough to let us simple mortals live our lives, your interference causes more harm than good.

The child's parents will want him back! He will destroy you! Q gasped trying to get up and feeling the strange blood that was emanating from his nose. He was pushed back down by the Colonel's foot.

When they really want him, they can come and ask. We are not releasing him to a pathetic twerp like you! Now go away and don't come back!

He will destroy you! Q whimpered again as he disappeared.

I'm sorry, Ma'am. But I was not going to let him take Thor.

The Captain shook herself. She had been of the impression that the Q were unaffected by what happened around them. How did you do that? she demanded. Nobodies ever touched them before!

The Colonel shrugged. Perhaps people have signalled their intentions before.

He won't give up though. He will be back! The Captain warned. I don't want him spread across the decks again. It doesn't look good and he will get upset!

If he is polite and doesn't try to give orders or impress me, I won't hit him again, Ma'am, the Colonel promised. he left it hanging.

I suppose we will have to deal with him when he returns, she sighed. I just hope he doesn't decide he wants revenge. In the mean time, I suppose you two had better carry on as you are."

She smiled, suddenly relaxing. "Besides, I doubt I could persuade you to give him to anybody else anyhow. May I have a closer look?

Reluctantly, Seven of Nine, held Thor out to her and the Captain gathered him into her arms.

"He is a lovely baby," the Captain agreed, feeling herself fall into the deep pools of its eyes as it looked up at her and gurgled. "I can quite see him becoming a Samuels," she laughed before handing him back.

In Seven of Nine's arms the child started to grizzle, as if in sympathy the ship started to shudder, making them all stagger.

The Captain staggered for the door, quickly followed by the Colonel and Seven of Nine.

She screamed as the shudders started the vessel creaking.

We have been caught in an energy field, Tuvok responded. I am attempting to locate the source. Structural integrity is failing.

Deploying emergency power to structural integrity, Kim shouted. It looks as though a rift is forming in space. We can't hold together for long.

Deploy warp power to structural integrity! She shouted her response. She could clearly see the walls of the Bridge buckle towards her.

All the time the child's grizzling became louder, it broke into a scream when she shouted at Seven, Get him to stop!

The ship lurched dangerously, behind her a terminal exploded in sparks and smoke as a beam from the ceiling fell onto it.

Captain, the rift is centred on the Bridge! Tuvok called.

In silence, the Colonel and Seven of Nine looked at each other as the light of dawn formed. Gently the Colonel took the child from her and pushed his finger into it's mouth again. He grimaced as it bit down hard upon it, but the crying settled slowly. As did the ship.

The Captain looked almost accusingly at the couple before calling, Damage report?

Structural damage all decks, three injured, Tuvok reported. Damage control is active!

The Captain turned her attention back to Seven and the Colonel. Do you have an explanation? She asked quietly.

Teething, Ma'am, the Colonel suggested. Nothing hurts worse than the things you haven't got when you are two.

We should be returned to the planet! Seven demanded suddenly. It is evident that the child may not remain aboard for the safety of the ship. The Colonel and I will care for him until his parents appear to recover it.

Thor by name, Thor by nature. You can't keep him under control, until it finishes? The Captain asked hopefully.

No, Ma'am. I think Mrs Nine and myself will run out of fingers long before it finishes, the Colonel opined, swapping his bruised finger for another. Little bugger has quite a bite for somebody without teeth!

The conversation was cut short as Tuovok's voice interrupted. Captain, there is an unidentified object approaching. Composition, unidentifiable: Mass, unidentifiable; Energy source, unidentifiable; Size, unidentifiable ..

What can you identify? she snapped in irritation.

Tuvok shrugged. It exists, he declared implacably.

Put it on screen.

They watched in silence as a glimmering dot spun towards them.

It is on collision course, Tuvok announced.

Shields up!

The dot became larger, taking on a crystalline shape that filled the screen. It made Seven catch her breath. An Omega Crystal. The perfect structure, container of ultimate power! She whispered softly as the crystal pulsed with light, flashing with colours as it showed its multiple facets to them as it span.

Reduce magnification, Captain Janeway demanded in awe.

Already on minimum magnification, Kim reported apologetically. It is as big as it looks.

It can't be and remain stable! She exclaimed. It should explode and take the galaxy with it!

It has penetrated the shields, Tuvok announced. Impact with the hull in five seconds.

Quietly the Colonel handed Thor back to Seven and pulling his blade from it's scabbard.

Your sword will not be of benefit if the crystal destabilises, Seven observed quietly, staring at the crystal in awe as it came closer.

I always feel better holding something I can believe in, if I'm about to die, he whispered quietly, his spare arm sliding around her. Now I have the benefit of having two.

The crystal flashed then disappeared.

The crystal has entered the vessel, Tuvok reported, not looking up from his instruments at the gasp from the assembled crew.

His attention was drawn by a gentle cough from the Colonel. I think we have noticed, Sir?

He looked up to see the rest of the Bridge observing a crystal about 300mm diameter. It was spinning in mid air infront of the view screen. Subconsciously he felt for his tricorder and approached it. Still no power readings, he observed in fascination.

As he stepped up the crystal soared into the air, sending a bright blue energy beam at him. Tuvok slumped to the floor.

Tom dived to his side and inspected him as well as he could without instruments. He needs the Doctor! he called.

The others said nothing as the crystal started to circle around the room, stopping in front of each person, as if inspecting them. It finished in front of Seven of Nine as she held the baby protectively close to her. The Colonel moved slowly to place himself between it and her, bringing his blade up infront of him threateningly.

It launched a bolt of energy at him. It hit the blade and arced into his body, making him slump to the floor and drop it.

Slowly he staggered upright again, his teeth gritted with the pain and concentration required, reaching behind him for his heavy sheath knife to continue to cover the crystal, now less than five feet infront of him.

You are a brave person, Colonel Samuels, a slow voice boomed throughout the room. You know you cannot defeat us, yet you are prepared to protect the woman and child behind you despite the futility?

I have never believed in impossible odds and I hate parlour tricks, the Colonel hissed in return. Until you prove to be anything other than a threat, I will do my duty.

The voice laughed at him. The Q told us you were a primitive with no sense of honour.

I find that insulting, considering he is a meddling braggart, the Colonel hissed. Will you show yourselves, so that I may form an opinion of you?

You are already seeing us, as we appear in your Universe. In ours we are not so very different. We think your assessment of the Q may be correct however. We regret asking him to watch over our son. However you are unpredictably dangerous.

Your son? Seven questioned from behind the Colonel.

A new voice appeared, still deep and slow, but female. Your brave champion and Captain Janeway demanded that we claim him for ourselves!

A second crystal appeared, floating beside the first.

We apologise for the danger and damage he caused to your ship, Captain. It was all an accident.

An accident? The Captain queried.

Elana and Roskov were never supposed to find Thor. You see we often send our youngest children to your Universe so that they may learn a little about it and how it works, before they take up their role as shepherds of the Cosmos. In this case we selected the wrong place, the two children that found him would have been good parents in time, but they were immature. It caused anxiety amongst others and desire from those who worked out what he was.

So now you are just going to take him back. Without thought for the damage you have caused to the lives of us mere parasites? The Colonel hissed.

It is no different to the damage that your own species cause to each other, the male voice responded.

That is true, the Colonel admitted. But win or lose, we pay for the damage in blood. What do you pay?

We will ensure that Elana and Roskov are returned, they will live long and happy lives, the female responded hurriedly. We will ensure you and Seven of Nine get what you wish, a child.

What then? The Colonel cried. Congratulate yourselves on being benevolent Gods and caring parents. The only assurance I want from you is you will leave us alone. If Mrs Nine and I are to have a child. I want it to be our efforts, not a whim from some mind with other agendas.

The two crystals seemed to hover uncertainly for a few minutes, then carefully skirted the Colonel one either side of him, making it impossible to cover Seven from both. They hovered over her.

Is that what you wish, Seven of Nine Samuels, nee Tertiary Adjunct Unimatrix Zero-One? The female boomed at her. We know Colonel Samuels will often take your preferences over his own?

Seven gazed back at them calmly. I wish to reproduce. However I wish it to be mine.

The crystals bobbed, almost as if bowing to her. Before the female responded again. We believe if you are determined you will succeed in your desires and you will be excellent parents, but you find it difficult," she prophesied. "We will not intervene. May we take Thor?

Seven of Nine considered the request. She had become dedicated to the child in the short time it had been in her care. Its existence was now important to her and she did not wish to release it, not now or to the entity that was hovering closer.

He will grow stronger and less controllable, before you can teach him properly, Seven of Nine-Samuels. We are certain both you and your husband could teach Thor, the male voice cautioned. Upon a planet it would go unnoticed, the effects will be distributed evenly. Aboard Voyager they are concentrated, the survival of you and your friends will be severely jeopardised. Please?

Reluctantly Seven held Thor up to them.

He started to glow and transform in her hands, until he too became a small crystal of light.

an excited voice entered the arena. I have learnt much in the interaction between these people. They are not as primitive as we believe. I have looked into their minds. They care!"

Your lessons are well learned my son!

The small crystal span down again and gently kissed Seven of Nine's cheek, making her blush, then span up again to rejoin its parents as they moved back to the Captain.

The damage to your ship will be repaired, Captain, the male announced.

And my Security Officer?

He will recover shortly, as will the Colonel. It is only his determination to protect your vessel and his wife that his holding him up, he is quite impressive. We will also instruct Q not to take reprisals against your ship and crew, though that might not be necessary. The Colonel Impressed' him. There was definitely amusement in the voice, the Captain decided as they disappeared.

The Captain watched their spinning glows faded from her sight before collapsing into her chair. Damage status? She gasped.

Kim exclaimed.

The Colonel finally gave in to the jolt he had taken from the crystals and collapsed slowly and quietly to the ground.

Beam Tuvok and the Colonel to Sick Bay, she ordered.

I'm sorry you couldn't keep Thor, Seven, She added turning towards Seven.

His release was necessary," Seven commented sadly, bending to examine the Colonel.

"The experience has not been a loss," She added more reflectively. "The Borg believe that the Omega crystal is the perfect form of power. I have now seen and held the item. It did not seem to be the perfection I anticipated.

the Captain queried leaning forward in anticipation as Seven of Nine worked on the Colonel.

The child was preferable and almost as unobtainable, Seven explained standing up as the Colonel was beamed away.

She sounded disappointed to the Captain.

It prompted her spring from her seat and catch her up before she passed through the lift door, Just remember, when you have your own, nobody can take it away from you, she whispered.

Yet you require me to find a way for my offspring not to be affected adversely by Borg technologies during reproduction? Seven asked neutrally, turning to face the Captain, the eyebrow working questioningly.

I would prefer it, if there was no major surprises, the Captain admitted softly.

So would I, Seven of Nine turned again and was gone.

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