1-28 Getting Away From It All

Hope you're still with me Sabrina? You've got your wish;-)

rg


When We Stop

Captain Janeway tries to face her problems and develops a plan to improve moral morale aboard Voyager. Seven faces the need to tell the Colonel her news. Ensign Abbott starts to make her feelings felt.

Voyager and the characters aboard her (except the Colonel and additional characters) 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 with the Colonel.

This story is rated PG13

©R Gower 2001



Whispers can be hurtful, they can be pleasant. They can be the privately shared jokes, or the cause of salacious gossip and rumour. They are never entirely true. It is the duty of the recipient to decipher what is actually true.

Aboard Voyager two people tended to be the catchers and controllers of rumour. Neelix, safely ensconced in the Mess caught them, because sooner or later everybody went to the Mess and he had large ears. The other was the Lieutenant-Colonel Samuels, who actively sought out rumour. Both dealt with them automatically and in their own ways. Sometimes encouraging them, at others discouraging, by simply injecting more or less of the truth back into them before allowing them to circulate again. It was one simple way of maintaining morale.

Every now and then, a rumour would surface that would have them fighting back to back and losing the battle. Today was to prove to be one of those occasions that came to a head.


"I want to be of more use to Voyager," Llinos Abbott complained to Chakotay. I know I can do it now!

"What more do you think you can do?" Chakotay queried gently.

His evenings with Abbott were becoming a regular feature. Originally it was an attempt to bring her out of the shell she had built to protect herself from her situation aboard Voyager; An unwilling and not too competent passenger.

Now he was having to admit he was enjoying the attention he was getting from the young ensign and was trying to remain convinced it was still a platonic counselling session. It was proving more difficult now that the sessions were often including a meal as well.

For Abbott's part, she doted on the Commander. He had shown confidence in her and had shown how much he cared when she had been hurt. Now she wanted to prove to him she was more than the mouse attached to Engineering, she was capable, possibly even available.

"How about an away team, or time in Astrometrics?" She suggested brightly. "I know Seven is superb with her sensors, but I can do the Mineralogy better."

Chakotay wavered uncertainly. He seriously doubted if Llinos would be better than Seven at anything scientific. There was something un-nerving about the way Seven could hammer an answer from her sensor suites. Certainly Abbotts record, even in her specialisation, was one of slow competence rather than sprightly brilliance. On the other hand her sudden enthusiasm should be encouraged he reflected.

"I'll have a word with the Captain," he promised.

"I don't think she will agree. She doesn't like me," Abbott observed softly. "She barely says 'hello' anymore."

That was baffling Chakotay as well, Kathryn had never shown any real passion for him, yet she seemed to be acting like the spurned party. He had assured her that his dealings with Abbott were platonic, yet she still seemed less than convinced. He doubted there could ever be anything between the Captain and himself, not while they were in the Delta Quadrant and that was starting to look never ending journey. Kathryn was a friend, often one in need. It was a friendship that had cooled considerably over the last few weeks.

"I'll make sure she accepts," Chakotay assured her, opening the door to peer out cautiously before letting her out. He was not immune to the rumours circulating, the hour was late and the sight of Abbott leaving now would fire the already excessive reports.

She her arms reached up and pulled him into a kiss before she squeezed past, "Thank You." She whispered.

The door closed behind her leaving him thankful that there was nobody in sight at the time to see him respond.

Unfortunately, her arrival had been noticed and news was already circulating.


"Good morning, Mr Neelix," the Colonel boomed happily entering the Mess marching proudly with Seven of Nine upon his arm. "Breakfast for two, please!"

Neelix, in common with his race, liked almost everybody, a fortunate characteristic for a barman. But the Colonel had a special place. He never complained about the food and was one of his most regular customers, appearing at least four times a day, if only for a mug of tea and a chat. He was also guaranteed to at least try anything new that Neelix was tempted to offer, then provide constructive advice if he thought it was going to be too unpalatable for the largely human crew.

"Let me see," Neelix pondered in mock thought. "That would be the usual. Porridge like cement and tea to dissolve the spoon?" He beamed at them both, it was a well established routine. The Colonel liked his breakfast to be a constant. He had once claimed if breakfast was bad enough, he could face anything on the grounds things had to get better. It was not a view Neelix could truly subscribe to, but as it seemed to be the Colonel's talisman he happily obliged, even though deliberately cooking badly well was more difficult than trying to cook properly.

Seven of Nine was a rarer, but just as welcome, customer. Her dry and direct manner and simple honesty often formed a counterfoil for others wit, a simple, direct, misinterpreted, but logical statement leaving amusement if not outright laughter and what Neelix liked above all was a happy mess. He often wondered if her manner was now an act, carefully maintained for the amusement of others. Certainly it was one that had evolved over the years. Most of her early roughness and seeming callousness had gone, but the innocence and pointedness were still there.

"What can I get for you, Seven?" He asked more circumspectly. Sevens breakfast tastes were more variable than the Colonel's, when she chose to attend for breakfast at all, normally preferring nothing more than tea in her quarters before commencing her astrometrics shift.

"I wish to sample a pancake, garnished with banana's and maple syrup," Seven defined.

"Lieutenant Paris suggested that such a creation was pleasant," she explained neutrally to the stunned looks. Her breakfast tastes had never extended to anything as exotic as a pancake, with or without banana's and maple syrup.

"Coming right up," Neelix accepted quickly. The rumour that would explain the sudden change in diet had evidently not reached the Colonel yet. Neelix had the sense to avoid bringing it up.

Seven and the Colonel accepted their trays happily and stepped into the busy mess, finally taking chairs with ensign Winston and Tom Paris.

"No Mrs Paris this morning, Lieutenant?" The Colonel remarked. "Not fallen out again?"

"She drew an extended shift to get the shuttles ready," Tom explained. "The Captain wants them ready for immediate use."

"More joy-riding," the Colonel sighed. He still did not want to consider himself an explorer and found extended flights in shuttles dull.

"The transwarp coil with the new warp drive configuration leads to a severe drain upon the supply of dilithium," Seven of Nine pointed out. "We will need to find new supplies. The use of shuttles increases our ability to search."

"I suppose it does," the Colonel agreed sadly, then brightened up considerably. "I can't interest you in bad flying lessons with real controls, Mr Winston?"

"I'll consider it, Sir," Winston promised. "It might solve the question as to who is the better pilot."

"Between who?" The Colonel asked with a grin. "If you mean me, the answer is you are by a long chalk. A lot of my passengers refuse to go a second time." Kim had patently refused to go near the Colonel's shuttle after returning from Ichard.

"No, Sir," Winston assured him. "Nobody can fly like you and get away with it. At least not for long. Between Mr Paris and me!"

"Not a lot in it," the Colonel opined easily. "Was that you on the bass last night on Holodeck 2, trying to serenade ensign Kala?"

A row of bleached white teeth appeared on Winstons dark face. "Been practising," he claimed. "Kala said I should learn to serenade her in the moonlight, like you do to Seven of Nine, Sir?"

The Colonel grinned. "A good dose of romance. Good man. Keep it up. Perhaps you should ask Mrs Nine for help, she was fascinated."

"One note was repeatedly played flat," Seven decreed, laying down her fork on her empty plate, wondering if she could get away with a second helping. "A minor error. It spoils the perfection."

Winston scowled at the seeming criticism. "You think you have it bad, ensign. Think how careful I have to be!" The Colonel whispered.

"Have you heard about Chakotay and Abbott?" Tom volunteered quickly changing the subject. "Rumour says it is getting heavy."

It was the Colonel's turn to scowl, the whole Chakotay and Abbott tale was getting out of hand. "It seems very unlikely," he said.

"It's true," Tom persisted. "They say she spent last night in his quarters. They say the Captain's really pissed."

"Now listen both of you," the Colonel hissed urgently. "The rumour is wrong. Not slightly wrong, but so far adrift it makes this ship look as though it is sailing in Hyde Park! And unless you hear it from the Commander that is what you tell people."

"But you always say there is some truth in rumours," Tom protested in surprise at the Colonel's sudden vehemence.

"But you have to sift the wheat from the chaff. Why do you think I've spent the last two years getting to know the crew?" the Colonel claimed harshly. "Let me help you by making it a little simpler and telling you a little about Ensign Llinos Abbott?"

"All your records say Abbott is, or was, a timid creature. Didn't socialise, kept herself to herself. Have you ever wondered why? You don't think she passed out of training like that, do you? Especially after all the psycho-clap-trap that seems to make up Starfleet training?" He demanded.

Dumbly they shook their heads at the question.

"At least we are getting somewhere," the Colonel sighed. "Her first posting saw her on a geological mission with twenty others on a K class planet. She was detailed to make a general mineral study whilst the team carried out deep bore sampling. She found that they were in an area of superheated gas pockets and tried to warn the rest of the team just as they hit a pocket. The gas vaporised the away team less than ten yards in front of her. It wasn't her fault, it was the Lieutenant in command, for crass carelessness. But that sort of thing is pointless to say, four of the team were her classmates. One was her boy friend. Can you imagine that? Two weeks from college and you see your closest friends screaming in terror as they are vaporised, she hadn't seen a dead cat 'til then!"

"She was subjected to nine months of Starfleets best text-book psycho-babble. She wanted out, natural, but not a good idea in its own. Her family applied pressure on her to beg for a second chance. She was given Voyagers short cruise to prove she was ready, except she wasn't. Never would be with that lot behind her. The quack that signed her fit for duty should have been hanged for only doing half his job, along with her parents for making her ask. He simply waved those instruments around but didn't really try to help her. Same here, because nobody looked. She had decided before the ship arrived in this quadrant that she couldn't face more and was too scared to take the other way out. Now she has suddenly found she can do things, but she has lost eight years waiting for somebody to help her find out what she can do."

There was an appalled silence as the horror of what the young ensign must have faced passed through their minds.

"I suppose that explains some of it," Winston admitted. "But why Chakotay?".

"Because he is experienced and the first person in Starfleet to show concern for her. She is confusing 'father' for 'lover'. Llinos Abbott is a young woman in a hurry to catch up with what she's missed!" The Colonel opined.

"So what are you going to do?" Winston asked pointedly.

"Do?" The Colonel queried. "I'm not going to do anything. You are. By ensuring you remind people the Captain has been known to be in the Commanders quarters at odd times as well and that the Commander is officially Personnel and deals with upset people."

With that he rose and offered Seven his arm, ready to escort her to Astrometrics. She accepted and they turned for the door. They were stopped by a table of crewmen as they passed.

"Who should I put my rations on for the Security Sweepstakes, Sir?" Crewman Carlile asked.

"I wouldn't put them on you Mr Carlile. If you need to ask you've lost," the Colonel quipped good humouredly. "I believe there are three candidates, pick the one you dislike most. Then if you win you can console yourself. If you lose it won't hurt so much."

So you're putting your money on the Colonel, Carlile, my man? Crewman Challon demanded cheerfully.

"Cap'n Kate wants him to take the commanders place," crewman Dorick cajoled. "I heard tell, Commander Tuvok recommended him too!"

Carlile responded thickly. I'm dumb, not stupid. He wouldn't take Tuvok's job if Cap'n Kate begged him too. You eard him, there's only three in the running. Kim, Carver n' Winston.

"M'be," Dorick agreed darkly. "But what Cap'n needs now is sum'un to look after her. Now Chakotay is sniffing elsewhere. She ain't gonna get that either."

Cap'n don't need nobody like that, Carlile argued loyally. She got Seven o' Nine. If she wants summat, she tells her and she gets the Colonel to gedit for her. Seven's got him on a short lead.


At present Seven of Nine could have been forgiven for wishing Carlile's last statement was as true as it seemed.

Off-duty he gave her complete control of his life. It was a role she had found unnerving at first. Then found the benefits. He was always there to hold and comfort her when she wanted, but gave her space and peace if she did not. It made it easier to reciprocate. On-duty their roles effectively prevented her controlling her husband.

As the ships Astrometrics and Long Range Navigation Officer Seven of Nine was an advisor to the senior officers, she had no authority over the crew. Normally, apart from the occasional desire to stop the banal chatter of the Delaney sisters as they discussed the previous nights activities, she was content with the status. Captain Janeway had a destination in mind, but an inquisitive nature that demanded to be satisfied as each strange place or phenomena appeared on the view screen. It suited Seven of Nines forever active mind to be faced with new discoveries and problems and the Captain looked to her for opinions and rarely begrudged her desire to learn.

The Colonel's role aboard Voyager was much looser. They still spent hours a week together, Seven of Nine patiently explaining the technical and scientific details of what happened and why. He tried hard to understand the details and still watched each phenomena they met and dealt with in awe and wonder, but they both realised that he was always going to have to be content with the fact that others were going to have to provide the technical solutions. What he did have a gift for was knowing about the lifeforms they met. Not superficially, like their names or where they lived, but deeper, what they thought, or what they might do. It was through him that Seven of Nine was starting to find that lifeforms were interesting as well and had a place in the logical order of the Universe. It was also what gave him purpose in the interminable gaps of nothing happening, he sought out things to do, people to help and talk to.

It was this last point that was giving Seven of Nine concerns now, as she accepted a last hug and kiss from her husband in astrometrics. With him loose among the crew he picked up the gossip. Sooner or later, despite the Captains assurances, somebody was going to let slip the news that she was pregnant.

She did not doubt that the news would delight him, even if he was a little annoyed at hearing from somebody else. What was causing her concern was how he would react afterwards.

Few, if any, of the crew knew how desperately he had loved his first wife, or wanted the child she would have given him; or how close he had come to a complete breakdown when she had been murdered and the far from regulation efforts the men of his regiment had made to save him. How, even now, simply talking about it could make his eyes water.

She knew, because the information had been drawn from him during their confessionals. His desire for a child was possibly even stronger than her own. Not that he would admit to it.

Ensign Wildman had said her husband had become more caring for the first few weeks, after she had told him about her pregnancy, insisting on making the beds, ensuring she was comfortable. The Colonel was unlikely to stop after a few weeks, she would be smothered by it, on and off duty. It was why she did not want him to know, not until she could prove she needed no more care than normal.

So far the plan was working. There were no obvious external symptoms yet and she had managed to hide the occasional bout of morning sickness. The only slip had been the desire for something sweet for breakfast.

Are you sure you can't find me something to do here today, before the Captain or Mr Neelix finds something for me? The Colonel's whisper interrupted her train of thought.

Your assistance is not required, Seven assured him. The Captain requires a projection for the Transwarp jump. The level of precision required is beyond you.

Okay! I know when I'm not wanted! He teased, giving her bottom a playful squeeze. You know you are blushing? You haven't got some fancy man waiting for when I leave?

He made as if to investigate under the consoles.

Fancy Man, Seven repeated in puzzlement. A male of perceived sexual desirability in an adulterous affair.

It was a preposterous idea and it showed clearly upon her face. I am unable to comprehend of a situation where such a desire would form.

Aye up! She's swallowed the dictionary again! The Colonel quipped, winking at Jenny Delaney as she entered for her shift. I'll see you tonight then?

He's right you know? Jenny confided with a grin as the door closed behind the Colonel. Your cheeks do have a bloom to them. He's not as stupid as most men. He'll work out what it means and he knows you don't fool around.

The prospect is not yet desirable, he has not been sufficiently prepared, Seven of Nine declared uncertainly.

I think we can deal with it, Jenny grinned after a moments thought. I'll get Megan to bring my stuff up.


Jenny Delaney's stuff', as delivered by her sister, turned out to be a large makeup bag. Seven of Nine studied it and its contents cautiously. She knew some of the crew aboard Voyager used cosmetics, especially off-duty when trying to impress somebody. She had never seen a need for their use. Either humans became attached, or they didn't, their external features were irrelevant. A point she voiced quite vociferously to the two ensigns.

Then why do you make sure that your hair is perfectly pinned and use that bodysuit? Megan demanded with a smirk. If not for vanity? To keep admiring glances coming your way and the Colonel knowing which side of his bread is buttered?

My garments are efficient, Seven of Nine protested. They supply additional support. Vanity is not valid reasoning.

Sure they do, Jenny drawled unsympathetically. They might help when you are the size of a shuttle? Why are you worried about the fact that your cheeks are reddening? Why don't your probes correct it?

I am uncertain, Seven admitted uncertainly. My nanoprobes keep my biological systems working to peak efficiency. Perhaps there is a fault developing. I will have to consult the Doctor.

Perhaps we had better tell the Colonel that you aren't well? Jenny teased. He'll be up here like a shot.

It is important to hide the condition from the Colonel! Seven declared in alarm. He will be inefficient, if he discovers my condition.

The twins laughed at her look of horror.

It's alright we'll keep him entertained, Megan assured her suggestively. Perhaps he will be more open to approaches when you are fat. Now sit down and we can show you how to correct this major system breakdown? She pulled a small tub of foundation from her sisters bag and winked wickedly at Jenny as she approached.

Of course there are a lot of other small signs, Megan announced a few minutes later, after they had liberally dowsed Seven of Nines cheeks with fine white powder.

Seven demanded as she inspected the twins work in a small hand mirror.

Well your lips are drier and paler than normal, Jenny suggested thoughtfully.

her sister agreed quickly. The Colonel will pick that up straight away. Then there are your eyelashes, they are curling. Not to mention that your hair is paler than normal, don't you think?

They are in normal parameters, Seven disagreed, there was now uncertainty in her voice.

Individually, yes! Jenny agreed heartily. But together? You know how well the Colonel picks up the smallest details and they are all signs of your condition.

I heard he picked up a hair on Winston's chin the other day, Megan put in helpfully. He has never had to shave in his life, now he has to do it everyday!

You may attempt to correct the defects, Seven agreed unhappily, now certain she was going to have to consult the Doctor regarding her biological defects, before she disintegrated where she stood.

Smirking widely at each other, the Delaney's consulted Jenny's make up bag and set to work with a will. Not changing Seven of Nine's appearance radically, but enough to show she had a full make over. In a busy hour they applied lipstick that was deeper in hue and glossier than her normally pale lips, tinted her eyelashes dark and eyebrow light, brushed in a dark gold hair colour to her blonde hair, nail varnish to her finger nails.


Permission to step on the Bridge, Sir? The Colonel announced his presence to Chakotay in time honoured manner, coming to attention and saluting as he stepped from the lift.

Chakotay turned and grinned at him. One day you'll forget, he quipped. Or we'll say no.

The Colonel snapped smartly not moving. Permission to speak, Sir?

Still grinning Chakotay nodded. Granted both requests.

The Colonel on-duty' and at attention would not move unless given permission and Chakotay suspected he would keep it up a lot longer than he could.

The Colonel relaxed, a little, and smiled slyly. The day I forget, Sir. Will be the day I appear in something multi-coloured and scruffy, Sir!

Chakotay accepted the jibe with the humour that was intended. The Colonel's pride in his all green uniform was as legendary as his pride in his regiment. We'll make you eat those word one day, Colonel, he promised. The Captain is waiting for you, in her room.

The Colonel agreed, snapping a final salute as he turned for the Ready Room.

It demonstrated how far they still had to go in converting the Colonel to fit happily within Starfleet, Chakotay thought reflectively. The more they tried the harder he seemed to work at not changing.

Lieutenant Colonel Samuels reporting, Ma'am! The same scenario was played for the Captain as the Colonel stepped into her Ready Room.

Captain Janeway was less inclined to play this morning. She had problems of her own to deal with. At ease, Colonel, she snapped.

He complied, automatically spreading his legs a regulation eighteen inches apart, with a slight shifting of weight from his right foot, his arms firmly behind his back.

You know Tuvok has asked to try his healing trance for a last time? She asked immediately.

his acknowledgement was automatic, everybody knew.

Fewer knew the level of argument that had occurred between the Doctor and Tuvok over the matter.

Tuvok had demanded a last attempt at the Vulcan Healing Trance, this time to continue for as long as it took and before his body forgot it could walk. It would probably be a record breaking event. The Doctor had been pessimistic about the whole thing, how long it would take, or even if he could pull the Vulcan from it at the end. The Captain had listened to the arguments carefully and weighed up the pros and cons.

Tuvok felt his condition deeply. He did not regret taking the actions that had led to the injury, but he would feel the restriction of a wheelchair deeply. It would prevent him being efficient and controlling his staff. He would, as he had paraphrased the Colonel, Be a waste of space'. It hurt his Vulcan pride deeper than the injuries. The Captain did not hold with that view, Admiral Jefferson ruled his flotilla with a rod of iron from a specially adapted chair. But he was a human, Vulcans were different. Such a major handicap in other Vulcans had made them withdraw from Starfleet, despite the benefit of their years of experience, then give up on life. They were worse than Klingons and she needed her security officer.

In the end she had compromised.

Tuvok was to be allowed to make his trance. The Doctor was to continuously monitor him and bring him around if his readings became so low that recovery was looking as though it might become impossible. Neither had been happy with the proposal. After much argument they had finally accepted, with grave mutual warnings about being too quick off the mark, or not quick enough. All this was to happen after a candidate for Security and Tactical had been found and Tuvok had briefed him. Appointing the candidate was the Captains task now.

I want you to take Tuvok's place as Tactical Officer, the Captain announced without preamble.

Tuvok recommended you, she added more contritely, then braced herself for the argument to come.

I cannot accept, Ma'am!

His response was sharper than even the Captain had expected. Why not? She demanded quickly.

My technical aptitude is insufficient for the post and it will interfere with my abilities to be of service to your ship, Ma'am!

You are the best qualified, the Captain suggested. And everybody aboard the ship would be prepared to follow you.

People will follow anybody that looks as if they know what they are doing, Ma'am. Ensigns Kim, Carver and Winston are all qualified, the Colonel disputed. And they know how the systems work properly.

Carver and Winston look to you for the ideas. They aren't ready for the promotion, the Captain argued. I need somebody I trust totally to leave the ship to.

The ideas they have used have been theirs, the Colonel responded neutrally. All I've ever done is to encourage them to think beyond the books. Winston was a Lieutenant-Commander and will be a good one next time around.

I can make you commander so that you can control the ship legally and within the orders you were given? She offered quickly.

I'm too old to be tricked by that one, Ma'am, the Colonel observed. They tried to make me a Brevet General once, so that I could command a Division on NATO exercises. It would have been awful. I told them what to do with it. I need to feel what people are facing. I can't do that from a chair. No, Ma'am. I'm not interested in promotion. I'm as high up the slippery pole as I want to be.

You accepted an ensigns pip, she tried.

Aye, Ma'am. I got a rollicking from my CO for it as well. Face it, Ma'am. I can't be a Starfleet man, either by choice or ability. I simply won't be able to stick to your rules.

The Captains face descended into disappointment. I wanted to reward you with something? she muttered. This seemed to be an ideal opportunity!

It prompted the Colonel to be a lot more gentle in his next words.

I thank you for your confidence in me, Ma'am, he almost whispered. May I be permitted to make an admission, Ma'am?

She nodded uncertainly.

Do you know why I take my tea black and so strong that it can dissolve cups?

Because you like it like that? She hazarded.

He grinned. I like it strong, he admitted, and I learnt to take it black because we ran out of milk. But there are limits. No. The simple truth is it is about the only thing I can repeat consistently from the replicators without thinking. I take it like that now, because that is how people think that is how I like it.

Why not just tell them? She asked.

Again he smiled. Because I'm stubborn and proud. I couldn't admit to a problem that people think is so simple to correct. I'd lose my edge. So I've learnt to like it. I'd appreciate it if you didn't spread it around, Ma'am.

Face it, I'm still a caveman. I've no real chance on Commander Tuvok's panel. The only thing I have of real benefit to you is experience, of people and being physical. It's not what you need on the Bridge. As for rewarding me. You've given me more reward than I will ever deserve. You've given me a reason to return to my billet every night, a place I now call home. I've never been anywhere long enough to have had one of those, Ma'am.

She looked up in puzzlement. If you mean Seven, she did most of that herself, she said.

Not just Mrs Nine, Ma'am. Heaven knows I don't what I've done to deserve her! he exclaimed. But you, your ship and her crew have become more than friends, they have become my family and have helped give me a home. They all have real homes to go to. I want to help you get them there. But I must be able to do it my way, even if it means I use my last chuff to do it. I can't help you drive your ship, but I sure as hell can protect it. It is possible we won't be friends afterwards, but I don't care, it is what I must do to repay you all for that you've given. If Mrs Nine is still with me afterwards, I can see if I can become worthy of her.

Captain Janeway almost choked on his last statement. It was all she could do not to blurt what she knew of Seven of Nine's condition. If that didn't change his stance nothing would. Instead she made do with a deep sigh. I won't try and force you, she said, still less than happy.

Please take your hat off and come off-duty, just for once? She continued changing the subject. I want your advice, as a friend?

Dutifully the Colonel complied, tucking his flat hat under his arm. What can I do for you, Ma'am?

What are your opinions about a Captain getting involved with a member of the crew? Kathryn Janeway asked timidly, turning her eye's towards the desk.

I think that is an unfair question, Ma'am! The Colonel chided gently. You know my answer. I think it is bad for discipline and weakens the commander.

The Captain nodded sadly, it was what she had expected. For seven years she and Chakotay had had a unique relationship, far more than friends, much less than lovers. She had appreciated his stolid defence, gentle teasing and loyal companionship. It had kept her sane, having somebody to sound off with. But she had kept her distance believing she needed that to maintain control.

But this ship has encountered something well beyond anybody's ability to control," the Colonel continued. "I have never heard of a seven year plus detachment without some form of relief or R&R. That means that human needs require some form satisfaction. One has to take that into account, but it is impossible to hide illicit affairs on a ship this small. Personally, I would just make damned sure the two people were

Are Chakotay and I compatible? She blurted.

Not yet, Ma'am. But you will be, the Colonel assured her.

She looked up puzzled by the answer.

You have the same problem as I had, Ma'am, the Colonel declared to her frown. You have to learn how to turn off' and accept the inevitable.

Chakotay and I are inevitable, are we? She challenged with some of her original spirit.

No, Ma'am! he refuted adamantly. That we are human! We do need somebody else in our sad little lives. All you have to do is find him or her. If that turns out to be Commander Chakotay, I don't think he will complain. If it isn't, then he will still be happy for you.

The question is could you face it if his patience gave up? He finished with the shrewd question.

What do you mean by that? The Captain demanded quickly.

There has to be a reason for the question, Ma'am. You are worried that the rumours might be true?

It is of no concern to me! Chakotay is free to socialise with anybody he wishes! She protested, thoroughly shaken and regretting asking the original question.

The Colonel exploded. If he got involved you would lose those cosy evenings together! Face it, Captain. There are times when Captain Kathryn Janeway wants to be simple Kathryn Janeway, but the Captain part is scared to bend a little. Why? cos she's afraid she can't straighten again. We both know it. You because it is your life, me because I've seen it pushed to the edge. Well let me give you a little rope to work with, then we will find out if you've learnt anything useful in the last seven years. All the answers to your questions are in the Starfleet reports, just ignore the psycho-babble and remember how long Ensign Abbott has been out of school. Think of the real reasons.

Now if you will permit me. I've arranged to look after the Mess while Mr Neelix entertains Miss Wildman, he excused himself quickly, with a salute and sped for the door, leaving her stunned by the venom in his words.

The Captain sagged into her chair and pulled at a small stud on her collar. It came away easily and she gazed forlornly at the 6mm diameter wreath emblem. The Colonel's regimental award for valour; a Riflemans Laurels'. She was not entirely sure why she still wore it, it was not an official reward and the wearing of such insignia was frowned upon by Starfleet. But she had been proud when he had presented it to her; Why? Because he thought that she exceeded the standards he set for himself.

Perhaps there was a clue there to the Colonels blunt refusal to be rewarded, she wondered, he was not meeting the standards he thought they were setting in their technological world. The notion brought a rueful smile to her face. Perhaps he was not good enough with their science and technology, but he was unique and did things nobody on the ship could match.


Captain Janeway returned to her command chair thirty minutes later. She sat with a deep sigh and leaned close to Chakotay. I asked the Colonel to accept the Tactical Officers duty while Tuvok was indisposed, she whispered.

Chakotay asked

He turned me down flat. He has stated that he is not qualified for the post and gave his reasons. I have chosen to accept them.

He told me a few other things as well, she added.

Chakotay stiffened warily.

Have you ever seen him use a replicator, for anything other than tea or simple duplication?

Chakotay thought for a moment, wondering if this was a trick question. he admitted. He made a jug of coffee. But I think most of the rations he uses are on tea. I can check if you want. Why?

Just wondered, she admitted reflectively. I think I am going to have to chivy Seven up, I nearly told him today. I'll talk to her again after the staff meeting.


I think things are getting out of hand and I honestly don't know what to do about them, Mr Neelix, the Colonel admitted sadly as Neelix tried to explain what was in his pans for lunch.

A hint of a frown touched Neelix's face as he deciphered the Colonel's comment. You mean the Commander and Ensign Abbott? He asked.

The Colonel nodded. If it were a real romance then I would say good luck to them, the rumours would die naturally and the Captain would have to learn to live with it. But.. He sighed.

The trouble is the ship and the crew have been pushed to hell and back. They will latch on anything that will help them forget what has happened and blow it up beyond sense, he continued quietly. We need something spectacular, but safe.

I'm sure we can think of something, Neelix offered confidently. Perhaps a party?

Got to be bigger than that, the Colonel shrugged. It needs an announcement that will surprise people. Now what has Naomi got planned for you while I'm slaving over your stove?

Neelix grinned at the change of tack. I think she was planning to take me to the Dark Dungeons of Moffat. It's some kind of fairy story but it sounds quite scary.

Fairy stories are, the Colonel observed. Kids like to be scared when they are having fun, as long as it has a happy ending. I suspect it's their parents that suffer most. One-day I might find out.

There was a sad and wistful air in the Colonel's words that Neelix picked up and it startled him. I thought you weren't worried about having children? he challenged gently.

When Seven announced her intentions I had doubts, the Colonel admitted. But the idea has grown on me since. Now it itches like the pox. But I think she has stopped looking. Now I pray for an accident, but the chance of Seven making that sort of mistake is unlikely.

Neelix struggled not to break the Captain's and Seven's trust, but there was an almost desperate air of something that was struggling to break out in the admission. I'm sure she hasn't, he said hoping it sounded encouraging, but not too encouraging.

The Colonel smiled weakly. he agreed, pulling himself together. I'm sorry, my comments were inappropriate. Please put it down to New Year blues and forget about it. Things will settle soon enough. Besides you are in a similar boat and we have more important things to think of; like the crew?

Neelix escaped quickly, before his own knowledge and feelings got the better of him and the Colonel watched him go before turning to the range and carefully tipping the contents of Neelix's two pans down the replicator and setting to work on a new batch of soup. Nobody in the crew deserved Neelix's bitter Leola soup four days in a row. That job done he activated the Mess holo-graphic piano and sat to pass the time away between occasional visitors.


The finale of the Delaney's make over on Seven of Nine came when Jenny pulled out a small glass phial from her bag. One last thing to hide those pheromones, she declared. Just a dab of eau-de-toilet!

My appearance is satisfactory? Seven of Nine demanded. She tried to examine the changes made in the small 150x100mm hand mirror they gave her for the purpose. The small object was of limited help, it was a small point that there was no larger version in her quarters for her to make the comparison against.

As right as rain! The twins declared, stifling the giggles.

Something did not seem right to Seven, but she could not put a finger on it. She knew her nails were shining more than normal, but accepted Megan Delaney's assurances they would dull down to an acceptable level in a short while as those of an expert. She was less certain of the gleam in her face, or the polished pink of her lips.

The shine will disappear? She asked uncertainly.

Oh, Yes, Megan agreed. But it always looks a little overdone to start.

Before my dinner appointment with the Colonel?

Probably not. Just don't look at him too directly, Megan suggested quickly. Now the computations have been completed and you are running late for the staff meeting. The Colonel will notice the reduction in efficiency. He'll get worried and start asking questions, like he does and somebody will split on you. Jenny and I will ensure the figures get to navigation. She pushed Seven of Nine's PADD into her unprotesting fingers and ushered her towards the door in a rush to remove the confused woman from sight.

You can keep my bag? Jenny offered generously. Then when the make up fades, you can top it up?

Seven of Nine regarded the makeup bag again. She still had little idea of what the function of half of its contents were. Though the concept seemed easy enough as the twins had described it.

Thank you, she said at last, picking the bag up and turning towards the door and the daily rounds.

She missed the whoop of laughter as the door closed behind her sashaying figure.

I do wish we could have done a real job on her, Jenny sighed eventually. It would do her good to see what we have to do to attract men within range.

Oh, I don't know, Megan mused. We used less than half of what was in that bag. Seven is a nosey bitch and is really clueless about her looks. I think she will do it to herself, then we won't be blamed. Remember what Naomi looked like when she got at Sam's stuff? Lipstick all over her face, nail varnish in her hair and enough perfume for the ships sensors to think there was a gas attack?

Yes! Jenny laughed again. And I remember our first attempt! Sam has less than half of what Seven has in that bag!


Seven of Nines delayed arrival at the staff meeting was met by all present taking a double take. She paused uncertainly at the surprised looks, then put it down to her being unusually late. All the same she was glad they had forgotten to invite her husband and nobody chose to enlighten her.

"Are we ready for a Transwarp jump?" Captain Janeway demanded bringing the meeting to order.

"Shields and structural integrity have all been reinforced," Kim volunteered. "We won't start to collapse again."

It had been a bugbear of their attempts to make transwarp jumps of more than a few hours. Voyager's Cathor designed warp core, coupled with the 'acquired' Borg transwarp coil simply placed too great a stress upon the ships structure.

"I'm still not happy we have enough spare dilithium," B'Elanna warned, thus bringing up the second inherent problem with the pairing. It placed a great strain on the crystals that refined the power, burning them out in rapid order.

The Captain sighed. With Voyagers old power system it had been the Borg device that had proven the weakest link. That had been because they had not been able to tune the output to suit the device they had stolen. The new engines had proven to be better able to accommodate the Borg device and it showed the weaknesses in the rest of the systems.

"Long range astrometrics scans have identified a possible source of replacement Dilithium," Chakotay observed.

"The planet is a primitive class 'M' with no intelligent life. However the atmosphere is extremely dense, it suggests a predominance of marshes. Recovery may be difficult," Seven of Nine warned.

"Apart from a few wet feet, it sounds routine," Captain Janeway dismissed the concerns. "Chakotay put together an away team."

As they trooped out of the Conference Room the Captain turned on Seven of Nine.

"I've never known you to wear makeup Seven?" She challenged. "And you don't normally wear your hair loose. Do you think Alan is getting bored with you or are you planning a steamy date?"

"'Steamy Date'?" Seven of Nine repeated uncertainly.

"An appointment where you have decided that the outcome will be a sexual encounter," the Captain explained with a grin. "Either way I think it unnecessary. First the Colonel is anything but bored with you, quite the opposite. It gets painful to watch at times. The second is pointless, from what I hear you dictate what you do each day."

"Your scenarios are unnecessary," Seven admitted before explaining her new look. "The Colonel noticed a flush in my facial complexion. Ensigns Delaney noticed other facets of my appearance that also highlight my condition. They have attempted to disguise them. They were unsuccessful?"

"I think they went too far," the Captain observed. "Unless you really wanted to scare him. Have there been any other physical problems recently?"

"There is some tension and discomfort in my lower abdomen," Seven of Nine admitted. "It is restricting movement. I have vomited on two occasions after regeneration and I have developed an irrational desire for sweet food items."

"Perhaps you ought to try some looser clothing?" The Captain suggested with a grin. "It sounds as if the baby is developing quickly. It will start to show in a few days at this rate and Alan will notice. When are you going to tell him?"

"Their has been insufficient time to prepare him for the knowledge," Seven protested. "Perhaps after I return from the Away Mission?"

The Captain shook her head. "Your time is up," she declared. "I will not send you on an away mission just to prove you can look after yourself. I suggest you go and wash your makeup off, then explain your feelings to him."


The six man away team, consisting of Chakotay, Abbott, the Colonel and three crewmen, materialised on a small grassy outcrop. They staggered briefly as the oppressive heat and humidity hit them.

"I don't think we want to be here at sunset, Sir," The Colonel commented moodily to Chakotay, gazing around at the landscape of drooping reeds that surrounded them and slapping his neck. "This is mosquito country."

Chakotay grunted and looked at Abbott who was examining her tri-corder with care.

"Which way?" He demanded.

Abbott pointed, "That way," she affirmed. "There is a rock knoll about 300 metres."

Chakotay took a confident step in the direction she had indicated and fell face first into the mud as his foot sank half way up the shin.

He was lifted bodily from the mire by the Colonel. "It's a bit damp, Sir," he opined brightly. "Ever hear of Yomping? Cos now would be a good time to practise?"

Chakotay shook his head ruefully as he tried to wipe off the worst of the mud. "You are going to tell me what it is?"

"It's a sort of quick march over boggy ground. Run quick enough and you don't sink," the Colonel explained, offering the cravat from around his neck to help in the cleaning.

He was surprised when Llinos Abbott took it and started to mop Chakotay down, briefly he wondered if he should reassess his opinion of their relationship.

"I think we would find it difficult to keep up," Chakotay opined after some thought. "But there is always a firmer route. Llinos see if you can find it using the tri-corder."

Abbott turned to the new task with a little less enthusiasm. The Colonel in the mean time waded to a tall standing of reeds and hacked down an armful of long and hard stems.

He had striped them for use as marker sticks by the time Abbott had worked out her route.

Automatically he took a place behind the others as they waded off to follow the young Ensign, carefully inserting a pole every twenty paces or so.


"What do you mean there is a problem with the Transporters?" B'Elanna Paris demanded.

"There is a shortage of power in the energisers, Lieutenant," Lieutenant Vorick reported mildly. "Ensign Collins and Crewman Dorraith are attempting to trace the cause. It should be repaired shortly."

B'Elanna sighed it was an ordinary day aboard Voyager, pity there was an away team out and were expecting to be beamed up at the end they might be a little late, but those were the breaks.

She passed the news to the Captain, before turning her attention back to the shuttle. If the problem was more severe than Vorick confidently predicted then they would need the shuttle she was working on to be ready for service.


The Captain was in consultation with Neelix. The idea that the Colonel felt he did not meet their standards had not left her. In fact it had plagued her thoughts. Now she had an idea. Neelix was the key to its exercise.

"What is on your mind, Captain?" Neelix quizzed, pouring a second mug of coffee for the Captain.

By way of reply the Captain pulled at the small laurel badge on her collar and showed it to Neelix. "The Colonel said that he introduced these to his regiment, so that the men could show their appreciation of individual acts. I want to do the same on Voyager. There are a whole host of people who deserve to be recognised but won't be until we get home. It might help morale aboard the ship."

"And you would like the Colonel to be one of the first recipients?" Neelix suggested knowingly.

"NO!" The Captain protested righteously. "It is important that the crew put forward the names and decide on the recipients and he thinks that. Or he will refuse. I don't want more than a couple given at a time, or it won't mean anything and I don't want to know the result until it has been decided. That is why I want you to administer it."

"I will need some names to offer," Neelix pondered. "Or I'll have 160 names!"

"Produce your own shortlist," the Captain suggested. She drained her mug and left Neelix to ponder.

Finally he entered six names on a PADD and waited for customers and their opinions.


"I tell you Harry, I don't know who is going to take Tuvoks place!" Tom Paris explained. "All I've overheard is that the Colonel refused. Pretty firmly I think, by the Captains face."

They were sat at a corner table in the Mess and Harry Kim was nervous. The prospect of a promotion was in the air and until a year or so ago it would almost certainly have been his. Now there were other candidates and they were prodigies of the Colonel. Somebody who the Captain was known to admire and ask advice from.

Kim had also decided in his own mind that he had more than failed to impress the cynical soldier. Whenever they were together things always seemed to go wrong for Harry Kim. Declaring he had no wish to fly with the Colonel at the controls probably would not help either. He voiced his opinion.

Their discussion was interrupted by the approach of Seven of Nine.

"Seven. Hi!" Tom declared in relief. "Can you tell Harry who the Colonel recommended for Tactical?"

"No," she said simply.

"I told you," Kim hissed.

Tom grinned. "Harry thinks that the Captain will take the Colonel's advice over tactical," he explained.

Seven of Nine looked questioningly at Kim, the infamous eyebrow arching. "Ensign Kim," she declared stonily. "Your prospects of promotion have not been affected by any opinion expressed by the Colonel. It is a Starfleet issue. He has refused to be consulted on the matter."

"But he was invited to take Tactical himself," Tom pointed out mildly.

"He refused," Seven observed. "He does not belong to Starfleet. Nor is he technically competent for the role offered."

"Okay he hasn't ruined me," Kim agreed grudgingly. "What can we do for you?"

"I wish to emphasise that I do not require additional special treatment to the Colonel before he is informed of my condition. But the Captain refused to permit me to join the Away Team," she explained.

"So?"

"The Colonel has an interest in music of a type known as Rock and Roll. I believe that humans danced to this music and it was energetic. Lieutenant Paris has access to numerous holographic versions of this music."

Tom Paris nodded affirmation and waited expectantly.

"I wish to learn the dances known as 'The Twist' and 'The Jive'?"

Both men swallowed hard. They knew of the dances and learning them would probably be interesting, but not with Seven of Nine.

Seven of Nines reputation on the dance floor was unenviable. Even if they survived the experience they were unlikely to survive the Colonel when he found out.

"Are you sure?" Tom asked in the end. "You know what they are? They aren't dances, they are free-form wrestling matches. With your Borg enhancements you could end up ripping him in two, let alone us!"

"You will not assist?" She accused.

Tom looked desperately at Harry Kim for support but found none. "You can have my programmes," he offered, "and I'm sure Miller can supply the instruction."

Seven of Nine turned on an angry heel and left.

Corporal Miller proved only slightly more enthusiastic than Tom Paris when Seven of Nine activated him in the holodeck thirty minutes later. After threatening dire consequences if he did not assist and promising a few things if he did, he relented.

After an hour, and pains that made her abdominal problems pale into insignificance she returned to Astrometrics, wiser but no less determined.


The Colonel stretched carefully after his session in the hole that the Away Team had dug.

The first batch of crystal had appeared readily enough, but had been rejected by Ensign Abbott due to faults and impurities. They had been working the scrape for a good eight hours, mining out the required Dilithium in short shifts as the oppressive heat and humidity took their toll. The crystals that were being prised from the ground now were perfect. But it was a slow and difficult process and they had only just over half a bucket of crystal to show for it.

He gazed around at the reeds with continued distrust as the evening started to draw around them. Their location felt too much like the plague fields. The small biting insects that had been a nuisance during the day would become far more problematical during the evening.

"I think we will have to call it a day, Sir," his voice rose a little in alarm as a cloud of insects formed over the reeds some distance away.

Chakotay looked up from the pit from where he had taken the Colonel's place and wiped the sweat from his eyes before peering in the direction the Colonel was pointing. The cloud the Colonel had witnessed was milling ominously above the reeds about 400 metres away. One look was enough to have him accepting the Colonel's recommendation. Everybody had suffered at the hands of the insects during the day, the swarm promised insufferable discomfort.

He slapped at a fly that landed on his arm. "Agreed, We'll head back for the landing site," he agreed mildly reaching for his communicator.

Quickly the team gathered their equipment and set off on the circuitous route that had brought them to the outcrop, the Colonel trailing behind them watching the swarm.

"Down!" He yelled suddenly, throwing himself at the two closest crewmen, hurling them into the mud.

Chakotay glanced over his shoulder and saw a dark mass descending on them. Without hesitating he also dived forward, bringing the third crewman down in the process, pressing his struggling form into the mud and water as they were surrounded by flying insects.

The Ensign Abbott at the front was caught in the open. She screamed as thousands of the insects descended upon her before she could follow the actions of the others.

The attack lasted less than a minute, before they lifted away again.

Carefully they rose from the mud, coughing and spluttering, looking around.

"They haven't gone far," Chakotay observed as he spotted the swarm milling barely 200 metres away. "So I assume they will be back."

He turned his attention back to the fallen Ensign Abbott and the Colonel who was examining her. The her face had become a seething mass of red and oozing boils and she was writhing in the mud as the Colonel tried to stop her scratching.

"This needs rather more than 'Waspeeze' and anti-histamine," the Colonel grunted as he finally pinned her hands down. "She needs a medivac."

Chakotay nodded and patted where his communicator usually sat, to find it missing, pulled off in the ooze. "Anybody still got their communicator?" He asked.

The Colonel grinned and reached into the top pocket of his flak jacket. "I always put mine in my pocket when I change into junglies," he admitted handing the device up. "Otherwise somebody might think I was Starfleet?"

"Voyager. Six to beam out, medical emergency," Chakotay demanded as he fitted the communicator to his tunic.

There was a pregnant pause before Harry Kims apologetic voice returned. "I'm having problems with the Transporters, Commander. We need a few minutes."

Chakotay looked at the Colonel. "Have you anything in all those pockets to discourage the insects from another attack?"

The Colonel shrugged. "My midge stick didn't work at home, so I don't carry it anymore. I have a small smoke canister, but it won't last more than a few minutes, and a tube of quinine, but that doesn't stop them biting."

We'd better keep moving, Chakotay decided.

I've lost the tri-corder, Abbott gasped, her voice barely a whisper from her swollen throat. I dropped it when I was attacked.

Doesn't matter, Duck. I'm sure the Commander will list it Missing in Action', you won't have to pay for it. We'll just follow the sticks, the Colonel grinned encouragingly, struggling to his feet with her in his arms.

They had reached the beam down site before they were attacked again. Again they dived for the safety of the mud.

Voyager to Away Team. We have a lock Commander. But we can only manage two at a time, Kim's voice sounded. We're having trouble with the energisers, he explained.

Take Abbott first, Chakotay demanded. I'll wait until last.

The Colonel looked up from where he was cradling the wheezing Ensign and nodded laying her out for the transporter. I'll wait for the last call, Sir. I'll need fumigating when I'm brought aboard. I can feel a couple of them inside my jacket.

Vaguely Chakotay remembered the Colonel had been slower in taking to the relative safety of the water than he had during the last attack. He took a long look at the Colonel, a number of swellings were marking his face and hands, he was also starting to gasp for air.

You didn't take cover during the last attack, did you? He asked quietly as Abbott and the first crewman dissolved.

Had to stop Ensign Abbott being attacked again, Sir, he admitted. With her breathing like it is, if I pushed her under the water she would have drowned. I kept her covered with my flak jacket.

The Colonel questioned.

Why do you do it? Chakotay demanded. Keep putting others before yourself? You have a wife you will hurt, you love her don't you?

More than anything, the Colonel admitted, sinking to the floor his eyes closing as the lids started to swell. But I also have a promise to keep. I promised the Captain I would protect the ship and crew with my life. Mrs Nine understands that.


Ensign Abbott woke the next day to find she had been immobilised on a medical couch and a frantic need to scratch her cheek. She also found she was sharing the sickbay with the Colonel also secured to a medical couch.

Morning Duck, he grinned at her. The Doctor thinks we need to avoid scratching.

But why are you here? She asked in mild confusion. I thought you had escaped the worst of the insects?

I did! But I couldn't let you have all the fun. A couple of them got inside my coat and trousers. Consequently me bum itches like fury, he explained cheerfully. Besides we've all spent some time in here, with the Doctor clucking around worrying about the plague.

She grinned slowly at the thought as a vague memory of her head being pushed under canvas came to mind. You tried to protect me didn't you? She accused.

The Commanders jacket is too thin to offer much protection, Miss. Now I'm sure if you call him, I'm sure the Doctor will be delighted to appear? Perhaps he'll release us?

She drew a breath to do as he suggested then had second thoughts. Corporal Miller said you aren't a proper officer. You're only a sergeant. Is that true?

The Colonel grinned. Sort of, he admitted. I was a sergeant. Then some fool in a flat hat stapled a pip to my shoulder.

He also said NCO's run the army, not officers?

The Colonel thought a little before answering that question. They do, he admitted at last. They've kicked about, they know all the ropes and what is and isn't possible for his squad. Not even a battle-scared old fool like me will ignore what his sergeant tells him.

Now I've answered your questions, perhaps you can answer one of mine? He asked. How intent are you on the Commander?

You don't have to answer, he added quickly as Abbott blushed deeply. It has nothing to do with me. It's just that it isn't doing your reputations a lot of good as it stands.

I think I love him, Abbott whispered. He tries to look after me, like you do for Seven?

That's good enough for me, the Colonel accepted quickly. Now you need to find if he thinks the same way. Just remember you don't need to be as big a prize idiot as me to find out.

His voice rose. Come on out, Doctor. You lazy bugger. The young lady wants to go somewhere comfortable!

I must insist upon the correct terminology, the Doctor hissed as he materialised between them.

It's not an emergency, the Colonel observed. So anything that will get you out of bed is good.

You don't use correct terminology in an emergency either, the Doctor snapped in mock irritation and turning his attention to Abbott.

He pondered over his tri-corder for a moment before asking, Any dizziness, headaches, violent itching sensations or other symptoms of having had to talk to the caveman?

My cheek itches, Abbott admitted.

I'll give you some cream, the Doctor agreed releasing the restraints. You should rest until your next shift.

What about me, Doctor? The Colonel demanded. It's only me bum that's itching. Why can't I go?

I wish to carry out more tests. There was some unusual brain activity whilst you were unconscious, the Doctor explained. You will remain where you are until I am satisfied.

Tests be blowed, the Colonel hissed struggling with the forcefield that held him.

And come near me with your knockout drops an I'll make you eat them! He added as the Doctor approached hefting a heavy hypo-spray.

The Doctor turned and left him alone in the alcove.

Come on, Doc! The Colonel pleaded to his retreating back. Fair's fair. Aven't I been a good boy long enough?

I'll find Seven and get her to come along? Abbott offered approaching his bed. I'm sure she can persuade the Doctor to release you.

She grinned and pecked him on the forehead. Then giggled as he blushed.

She followed the Doctor to pick up the promised cream, leaving the Colonel to fume.


What can I get for you, Seven? Neelix asked Seven of Nine as she limped lightly into the Mess. Perhaps you would care to add your vote to the awards? For the Colonel perhaps?

Seven regarded him coldly, taking her usual confrontational stance. I have no need to vote for the Colonel, she declared. He performs to specification. Rewarding him for so doing is illogical, he would refuse.

But he does things no one else can! Neelix protested.

You are in error, Seven retorted. There are crew members that can achieve the same roles as the Colonel fulfils. The Colonel is unique aboard this ship in that he brings those roles together.

You are preparing a Party' for your rewards ceremony? She challenged, before Neelix could protest again. I wish to provide the entertainment.

The statement took Neelix by surprise and it showed clearly on his face. he said slowly after some thought. Are you sure? Will it be suitable, the Captain wants something light. What are you intending?

It will be suitable and educational, Seven assured him calmly.

Neelix pondered her assurance, very carefully. Seven was an onlooker and occasional participant, usually only after much encouragement. She had never volunteered to arrange anything, certainly not entertainment. He almost shuddered at what she might include. The thought of lessons in advanced Astrometric Navigational Mathematics slipped through his mind. It was dismissed quickly, that would be the Doctors idea and she and her humanity had outgrown that.

I suppose it will be okay, Neelix agreed uncertainly, deciding he would arrange an alternative just in case.

The Captain wants the party tonight on Holodeck 1, he called after her. Seven was already marching for the door to make her preparations.


Captain Janeway looked up from her copy of the away team and ships debriefings and looked directly at where Chakotay normally sat opposite her desk.

She sighed wistfully. The ship and crew were all performing at an all time low. The dilithium expedition was a near disaster. There had been too much complacency. She reflected. Most of it was hers for thinking it would be routine, not having a full set of environmental scans done and chasing Engineering to get the transporters fixed.

Even the Colonel had not been immune. But that was probably her fault as well! She had seen he was worrying about something else

She sighed again. I expect him to be at least as reliable as a tri-corder. Perhaps I put too much faith in him? She wondered aloud.

She wished Chakotay was there to give gentle thoughts and guidance, the problems needed to be sorted and quickly. Except that he had insisted on the need to debrief that girl again.

In resignation she stood and strode out of her quarters. A walk before the party might relieve her mood. The fact that it was directed towards the quarters shared between Seven and the Colonel had nothing to do with it.


Arriving at the door she self-consciously pulled at her jacket to straighten it and tightened up the collar, before announcing her presence. Not that she was nervous, she tried to tell herself as she responded to Seven's invitation to enter. It was just to compliment the standards the Colonel set for himself when visiting.

She managed to take four steps into the room before what her eyes registered stopped her in shock.

Seven of Nine was sat at the table regarding herself in a small mirror. Neatly arranged across the tables surface were a huge range of phials and jars and a carefully discarded, but empty, make-up bag.

Then there was Seven herself, dressed in a pale pink skirt and blouse she looked as unSevenesque as it was possible to get. The Captain had an even greater surprise when she turned around in her seat.

She had hit the cosmetics big time.

Although she had applied the make-up in the right places; lipstick on her lips, blusher on her cheeks and so on. Seven had made the fateful mistake of applying too much, trying to make up for the minute errors she had inevitably made and picked up upon by applying more.

Seven! What have you done? All thoughts of her own problems left the Captains mind in one exasperated explosion.

Seven of Nine gazed back with mild surprise showing on her face. The details are necessary for the entertainment this evening. I believe I have made some errors in the application of the makeup.

The Captain repeated. You are intending to tell the Colonel you are pregnant? She hazarded carefully.

Affirmative. I believe he will be more amenable to the information if he is enjoying himself.

I think you had better tell me what you have planned, the Captain sighed. If only so I can ensure that there is security available. If he sees you like that he won't be enjoying himself. He'll be bouncing off of the walls too fast!

The Colonel has expressed an interest in and knowledge of Earth Rock and Roll, Seven explained.

the Captain agreed, kneeling in front of Seven she reached for a pack of wipes and started to remove make up. He would have been a teenager then.

I have carried out research into the music. I have discovered that people performed energetic dances to the music, Seven continued. I intend to engage the Colonel in dances of the period to prove I am capable of performing adequately in spite of my condition. The garments were part of the uniform worn at that time.

With a practised hand the Captain tossed a wipe at the recycler. It missed and she tsked in annoyance, before reaching for another. She paused before applying it. Never before had she felt more like a mother; kneeling before her daughter, cleaning her up and passing good motherly advice.

she started gently. In all the huge steps you have made in finding humanity, I think you've missed some important ones. Be what you are. You don't have to try and hide things from people, you will never be very good at it. Certainly not with the man you've chosen.

You believe the preparations are unnecessary? Seven queried uncertainly.

Candidly, Yes! The Captain asserted. He is going to furious with you for not telling him sooner anyhow, slapping makeup around and dressing like an Andoran hooker won't help.

Besides pink doesn't suit you, she added with a hint of a smile. Now get dressed properly and I'll see about finding him?

I asked the Doctor to detain him, Seven said as the Captain started for the door.


If you've come to gloat at my predicament then you can sod off as well, Ma'am, the Colonel observed lightly from his still restrained and recumbent position on the bio-bed as she entered the Sick Bay. And if you would be so good as to turn the lights out as you go, a chap might get some sleep.

Actually I came to release you. Seven had something special arranged for you, the Captain responded in kind. But as you seem to be comfortable, I'll leave you here.

You don't have to do that, Ma'am. Just get me off this plank. I'd rather do a month in the Can than spend a day strapped to a doctors slab!

The Captain grinned and released the forcefield and watched as he slowly flexed his limbs and scratched.

Would it be a violation of trust if you told me what Mrs Nine has planned? The Colonel asked after a few moments. It's just that I never seem to come out ahead when she decides to surprise me.

the Captain affirmed. Come on, I'll take you down to the Holodeck now.

Via quarters, Ma'am? The Colonel sighed. Whatever it is, I doubt combat kit will be suitable.

the Captain agreed. I want your advice anyhow.


Twenty minutes later Captain Janeway and the Colonel appeared on the holodeck arms linked. They released each other tactfully as Seven of Nine approached and the Captain sank into a chair. To Seven, she looked as if she had received a shock.

Is Commander Chakotay here yet, Seven? The Colonel whispered as he took her into his arms and nuzzled her neck affectionately.

Seven nodded towards the far wall where Chakotay and Ensign Abbott were sat at a small table with a small group of crewmen.

We'll let the Captain come to her senses in peace then, the Colonel decided. What is this great surprise you have?

It will begin shortly, Seven assured him.

Do you wish to give out the rewards, Captain? Neelix asked approaching the Captain with some caution and offering her a PADD. Then we can get started?

I suppose I ought, she declared, putting her own problems aside with a small smile. Lets look at the results?

She took the offered PADD and scanned the four names.

He's not on here! She exclaimed in surprise.

No, Captain, Neelix admitted with an apologetic shake of the head. You only wanted a few given and the Colonel came well down the list, below even me. I think people just expect him to be there when he's needed.

The Captains face fell. That is what he expects people to think. So people do, she muttered. I really hoped I would prove him wrong for once. Well lets get it done with.

She stood and made way resolutely towards the stage that had been arranged in the corner of the Holodeck and cleared her throat.

Crew and family of Voyager, she began bringing the crew to order. Several years ago the Colonel presented me with a laurel badge, his regimental award for those that performed above and beyond the call of duty and achieved something that could not normally be expected of them. I admit I am still proud of it and I regret that there are many people aboard that deserve some recognition, but may never do so for a long time, if ever. So I asked Neelix to introduce a similar scheme for Voyager. He has presented me with six names of those you believe have met those same requirements.

The Captain paused for a moment before continuing. The following had better step forward: Ensigns Claris Winston, Llinos Abbott, Lieutenant Joe Caerey, Corporal Christopher Miller. All for their actions against the Borg.

With the exception of the holographic Corporal all stepped forward, Winston managing a passable attempt at the Colonel's halt, right knee coming high before the foot crashed to the floor.

Corporal Miller appeared more hesitantly. I'm sorry, Ma'am. I am not permitted to accept without express permission.

The Captain covered her surprise with a grin and looked directly at the Colonel, leaning on the bar. Can he accept? She asked hopefully. He was acting on behalf of Starfleet?

If he can manage to at least look as if he belonged to the British Army and not some cast-off from the Sally-Ann, then I grant permission as Senior British Officer, the Colonel agreed with some amusement. Carry on Corporal,

Corporal Miller snapped a pristine salute. His image flickered for a moment and he reappeared in full ceremonial, before he marched crisply to join the medals parade.

The still smiling Captain picked out her small badges and attached them firmly to the collars of her crew, until she arrived at Ensign Abbott.

For a brief moment the smile faltered as her brown eyes met with Abbott's green ones. Then she blinked and the smile was regained.

I think we have witnessed a remarkable change in you Ensign. Congratulations! She declared evenly as she quickly pinned the badge in place. Just as quickly she turned away and nodded to Neelix, before rejoining the Colonel.

From the cue, Neelix activated the holographic programme Seven of Nine had supplied.

Five figures materialised and immediately launched into the first of the pieces Seven had researched.

The Colonel's face changed slowly from surprise as he recognised the song to one of delight. You've been diving amongst the dodgy histories again, he declared to Seven grinning broadly. Peggy Sue is one we used to play.

Don't tell me you used to be a Rock band? The Captain gasped. What as lead?

No Ma'am, the Colonel assured her. We were Skiffle. Couldn't afford drums on four shillings a week after stoppages. I was on washboard and fire bucket, Tommy Murphy on Tea-Base, Tommy Johns on Banjo and Tommy Wiseman did vocals and spoons. Called ourselves The Tommies', until Her Majesty called us to other duties.

I think you had better tell me the story at some other time, Captain Janeway grinned. I can tell it is one of those I won't believe and Seven is impatient for her dance.

The Colonel queried carefully turning back to Seven. Only ever watched it. Never had the courage to ever ask a girl to join me.

"Nobody can until they try, you should follow me, Seven paraphrased sternly. Gripping him firmly by the arm she led him to the dance floor.

The Captain settled to watch the display with fascination.

Seven of Nine was throwing herself into the action with enthusiasm as she attempted to make her point. The Colonel after some trepidation started by following Seven's commands to the letter, then gained in confidence and ambition, rolling her over his back, letting her spin through the splits and finally a toss into the air, catching her safely and carrying into an orbit around himself.

As a display of faith and trust between them, the Captain decided, it was total. Seven had total faith in the Colonel's abilities to catch her, the Colonel in Seven's instructions being totally accurate. She wondered if she would ever be able to do the same.

It's very impressive, Captain, Neelix observed respectfully from the other side of the counter. But is it dancing and will it work?

I don't know if it is or not, the Captain admitted. But it ought to! I don't think Seven has touched the floor with her feet more than the four times in the last three minutes!

The sight of several other of the ships romances heading for the floor made her smile again. Tom and B'Elanna wouldn't be daft enough to try the same moves. B'Elanna would flatten Tom if he tried to swing her around. But it was not impossible that Winston and Kala might try some of the less ambitious efforts, she decided.

I now remember the other good reason for not dancing like that, a red faced and blown Colonel commented as he rejoined the Captain at the bar rubbing his shoulder gingerly. It damn well hurts!

But you were enjoying yourself, the Captain challenged happily.

Yes, well it's a once in a while thing, Ma'am, the Colonel assured her. Unless you want to try?

The Captain shook her head. I'm too old, she declared, And I have my dignity.

Not as old as I am, Ma'am, the Colonel pointed out pragmatically before returning his attention to Seven of Nine. I'm surprised you didn't turn up in circular skirt and bobby socks?

The Captain advised it was unnecessary to make my point, Seven stated calmly.

The Colonel questioned.

That I do not require special care, Seven explained.

Special care? He questioned again.

While I am pregnant.

The Colonel was showing signs of confusion now.

A generic term given to a female that is to bear live young, Seven defined.

I know what pregnancy is, the Colonel agreed. Who is?

I am.

The Captain, Seven and Neelix watched the news visibly filter through the Colonel as he sank onto a chair, his face draining of colour. Automatically his arm reached out and grabbed at the first glass it met and he drained it, ignoring the flowers that had been placed in it.

I think I am hearing things, he whispered. I swear you just said you are pregnant?

Your hearing is not impaired, Seven assured him, enjoying her moment.

And you let me do that with you? And you let her Captain?

Seven thought you would get over protective and I agree with her, the Captain agreed. She does not need it.

But it was dangerous. You could have got hurt and the baby! The Colonel complained. How long have you known?

Ten days, nine hours, thirty four minutes. We believe that I have been in this state for five weeks. The danger was minimal you are an efficient partner, Seven declared.

The Colonel wasn't listening. He was muttering over to himself. A baby. I am going to have a baby.

Finally he looked up. You wicked girl. Why didn't you tell me earlier? He demanded with dignity, then broke down in tears.

Seven, take him away, a shocked Captain ordered softly. You've made your point. Now you'll have to make it up to him.

Seven nodded and gently supported her sobbing husband as he rose to his feet, then half carried him towards the door as the rest of the crew watched in silence.


Well that is a rarity, Kim commented to Megan and Jenny Delaney as they watched the couple disappear from sight. Who would have thought he could go to pieces like that!

I think it's rather sweet, Jenny giggled. Hard as deuterium armour outside and as squidgy as Neelix's custard inside.

We could make you like that if we wanted, Megan cautioned.


You aren't going to tell me like that when it's our turn? Tom asked B'Elanna with trepidation.

I'm not going to tell you at all. Until I push it in to your arms, B'Elanna assured him happily. But then you aren't the Colonel. You're soft all the way through!


For a few minutes the Captain reflected upon the events as the party started to get underway again. She had been in agreement with Seven the Colonel would have become over protective. But from the display, she had not realised just how protective the Colonel would be, how desperate he was, or how cruel what Seven had arranged would prove to be.

I think Seven will be a dangerous person to be near, the Doctor suggested. The news has made him unstable. I'll follow them and give him something to calm him down.

Just let him recover with Seven. She knows what to do, she's done it before, the Captain snapped. He'll be alright in a few minutes, then we can forget just how weak he can be again.

I will need to do a psychological profile, the Doctor argued. If he can be brought into this state simply learning that his wife is pregnant, there is no telling what he would be like if she was in any form of danger.

I know what he'll do, the Captain hissed. I don't need I PADD for that. I've seen it. He will be totally ruthless in dealing with the danger. Then release the emotion afterwards. You will leave him alone unless Seven asks for help.

With that she turned away and marched towards the door. She had intended to deal with her other problems before she left, but events had rendered her incapable of dealing with them, perhaps tomorrow would be easier.


Seven of Nine to Captain Janeway.

The Captain had barely reached the door of her quarters before Seven of Nine's voice rattled her communicator.

Yes Seven, what's up? She asked with a sense of trepidation.

You should report to the Mess, Seven declared. The Colonel requires your advice.

With a sigh the Captain turned and made her way back towards the Mess.

She found them sat at a window table and almost grinned as the Colonel sprang to his feet and saluted her, seemingly fully recovered.

Permission to speak, Ma'am? He requested formally.

What advice do you want, Colonel? She asked.

Not so much advice as answers, Ma'am.

Carry on Colonel, she agreed mildly.

First I formally apologise for my reactions earlier, Ma'am, he commenced. It was unseemly of me and embarrassed yourself and a number of the crew. Do you want me to make a formal and public apology to those concerned?

I don't think it will be necessary. But could you do that? She asked incredulously.

The Colonel nodded. I thought Mrs Nine had stopped looking and hoping, Ma'am. I think it was relief.

The second request, Ma'am, the Colonel continued. Mrs Nine has explained what she requires me not to do. I will not be able to comply to all her wishes. We have compromised and I have promised to try and keep to them. I will need help, Ma'am.

What sort of help? The Captain demanded warily.

Somebody who will tell me in no uncertain terms when I go wrong and isn't afraid to shoot me when I lose control, Ma'am.

Why shoot? She asked in alarm.

Because it will be the only way to stop me, Ma'am. I will hand my weapons to Ensign T'Pau tomorrow morning.

Okay, I'll help when I can, the Captain agreed. But I'm not shooting you unless you are a danger to the ship. If you think you are treading near the mark you can come and see me and we can discuss things until you are comfortable again. Agreed?

Good. Now good night, the Captain declared turning to go. Go and get used to the idea of being a father in waiting.

There was one other thing, Ma'am, the Colonel interrupted. We would like your permission to call the baby Kathryn' if it is a girl?

The Captain stopped and turned slowly. Why ask? She demanded.

It is traditional to request permission to use the name of the commanding officer, Ma'am, the Colonel assured her.

Ask me nearer the time, the Captain sighed. Good Night!




14563

Revision 51