Category: Star Trek Voyager - C/7
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Star Trek: Voyager and all things contained therein are the property of Paramount and Viacom. I will receive no profit from this story.
Title: Tempus Fugit
By: Raven
ACT SEVEN
FADE IN.
INT. ENTERPRISE CONFERENCE ROOM
The conference room empties with the exception of Seven who has remained seated. Janeway notices the former drone staring out into space and walks over to her.
JANEWAY
A penny for your thoughts...
SEVEN
Admiral?
JANEWAY
It's an old Earth term when someone is distracted
or lost in thought. Is there something you'd like to
talk about? You seem pre-occupied since the
meeting.
SEVEN
It's too dangerous. I should be the one to go.
Janeway takes the seat next to Seven.
JANEWAY
You mean it's too dangerous for Chakotay to go.
Seven looks at Janeway with surprise.
JANEWAY
You didn't think I knew, did you?
SEVEN
I'm not sure what you're implying.
JANEWAY
I know that you and Chakotay have been seeing
each other. You have feelings for him. ...and
from what I've observed, the feelings are mutual.
SEVEN
My feelings are irrelevant. The mission is too
dangerous. No one knows more about Omega
then I do.
JANEWAY
Which is why I need you to remain on board.
We need your expertise in integrating Omega
into the ship's systems. It was your idea and a
damn good one. You're the only one who can
pull this off. We need you here Seven. Don't
worry, Chakotay can take care of himself, they
all can. Now, if I'm not mistaken, your duty shift
ended an hour ago. Go to him and enjoy your
evening.
SEVEN
I have much work to complete.
JANEWAY
It can wait until tomorrow. That's an order!
SEVEN
Yes Admiral.
EXT. SPACE - U.S.S. ENTERPRISE - SPACE DOCK (OPTICAL)
INT. ENTERPRISE SHUTTLE BAY
Two days later...
With the modifications complete on the Delta Flyer, the away team have received their inoculations and begin to board the shuttle. Chakotay is last to arrive and is accompanied by Seven.
CHAKOTAY
(smiling)
You didn't need to escort me, but thank you.
SEVEN
(jokingly)
I wanted to make sure you didn't miss your ride.
CHAKOTAY
I see...are you sure there wasn't another reason?
Seven's demeanor changes. She lowers her head as concern overwhelms her.
CHAKOTAY
What's wrong?
SEVEN
I wish for you to stay. I don't want you to go.
CHAKOTAY
I have to. But don't worry, I'll be back in a couple
of days.
SEVEN
Do you promise to return?
CHAKOTAY
Seven, you know I can't make that kind of promise.
I'll do whatever is necessary to return. That, I can
promise you.
(beat)
I have to get going.
As Chakotay walks away from Seven and towards the shuttle, Seven follows after him. She takes him by the arm and turns him around to face her. To his surprise, she kisses him.
CHAKOTAY
What was that for?
SEVEN
To give you a reason to return.
CHAKOTAY
(curious)
What reason is that?
SEVEN
(struggling)
That I'm...I'm in love with you.
CHAKOTAY
I know.
Chakotay smiles and completes his journey into the modified shuttle as Seven looks on
As the shuttle clears the bay doors, it jumps to warp speed immediately after engaging its stealth technology.
TORRES
Umm...Seven? I couldn't help witnessing your
little spectacle just now. Would you like to join
me for breakfast?
SEVEN
I do not require nutritional supplements at this
time.
TORRES
Well, how about a little conversation then. You
look like you could use a friend.
Surprised by B'Elanna's offer, Seven acknowledges the invite and accompanies the ex-Maquis into the eating establishment.
INT. ENTERPRISE TEN-FORWARD
Both women are seated at a table and are brought two plates of unknown cuisine. At first neither woman say anything.
TORRES
Okay...I'll start.
(beat)
I owe you an apology.
SEVEN
For what?
TORRES
For the way I treated you back on Earth.
SEVEN
That was several months ago.
TORRES
Yeah...I know. It's a little late in coming, but I
promised Chakotay I would talk to you. I was
wrong for blaming you for Miral's death.
SEVEN
You were not in error. I am Borg.
TORRES
You were Borg. You were assimilated at a young
age, a victim like Miral. I was so angry! I had to
blame the one person who was trying to help us.
Listen Seven, it takes a lot for me to do this...so
here it is...I'm sorry.
SEVEN
You're apology is not necessary, but I will accept it.
(beat)
How are you and Lt. Paris adapting to your loss?
TORRES
It's been difficult...but we're coping. We've talked
it over and once this thing is behind us, we're going
to try to have another baby.
SEVEN
What about Miral? If we are successful, chances
are she will be okay.
TORRES
I can't plan on that. We have to be realistic. There's
an equal chance that the damage done is permanent.
(beat)
What about you? What are your plans?
SEVEN
I don't understand.
TORRES
From what I saw in the shuttle bay, things look
pretty serious between you and a certain tattooed
First Officer.
SEVEN
(uncomfortable)
We haven't made plans.
TORRES
(taking a bite of food)
If you don't mind me asking, how long have you
two been seeing each other?
SEVEN
Since Stardate 54868.6.
TORRES
(rolling her eyes)
In English...Seven.
SEVEN
Since we were back in the Delta Quadrant.
TORRES
You've been seeing Chakotay for almost a year?
SEVEN
Nine months, eight days and 13 hours to be exact.
TORRES
Wow...I've got to give you credit for being
discrete. That's something Tom and I were never
good at.
SEVEN
You mean your late night recreation on deck nine,
section twelve.
TORRES
Hey...let's not start that again. It's not my fault
Voyager's bulkheads were thin.
Seven smirks at B'Elanna's response.
TORRES
You were making a joke, weren't you?
SEVEN
I was attempting to lighten the mood. The Doctor
has often encouraged me to explore humor.
TORRES
Well, looks like you're getting the hang of it. So,
just how serious are you and Chakotay?
SEVEN
Are you inquiring as to whether or not we've
copulated?
TORRES
(choking on her food)
Well, I wouldn't have put it that way, but...yes.
SEVEN
We have...on several occasions. I find the activity...
satisfying.
TORRES
(smiling)
I see...that explains why Chakotay's been in such a
good mood lately.
(beat)
You're worried about him on this away mission,
aren't you?
SEVEN
Yes.
TORRES
I know how you feel. Whenever Tom goes on one
of these missions, my heart feels like it's going to
pound right through my chest. They'll be okay.
(beat)
Well...it's about time we got back to work. I'm
glad we had this little conversation.
SEVEN
I concur.
***
EXT. EARTH - PARTIALLY ASSIMILATED (OPTICAL)
INT. DELTA FLYER
Approximately 48 hours later...
The Delta Flyer enters Earth's atmosphere.
PARIS
Commander, we're approaching the coordinates.
CHAKOTAY
Take us in low Tom and back us down to impulse.
We don't want the Borg picking up our warp
signature. Data, have you located the Boronite.
DATA
Yes Commander, but I'm unable to get a transporter
lock. It seems the Boronite Ore is protected by a
dispersal beam. We'll need to physically shut
down the main generator and use pattern enhancers.
CHAKOTAY
Understood. Tuvok...any sign of resistance?
TUVOK
No, but communications are picking up multiple
distress calls.
CHAKOTAY
Let's hear them.
As the comm. channel is opened. The sounds of people yelling and screaming could be heard. In the background the sound of the Borg mantra is unmistakable.
COLLECTIVE
(V.O.)
"We are the Borg...You will be assimilated...Your
biological and technological distinctiveness will
be added to our own...Resistance is futile..."
CHAKOTAY
(furious)
Shut that damn thing off!
PARIS
We have to help them, I'm changing course.
CHAKOTAY
No Tom!
PARIS
We can't just leave them...they're dying!
CHAKOTAY
I want to help them as much as you do, but we
have our orders.
TUVOK
Lieutenant, if it's any consolation, those people
have already been infected. There is nothing we
can do for them.
PARIS
It doesn't make it feel any better Tuvok. Those
people are innocent.
CHAKOTAY
I admire your compassion Tom, but we need to
stay focused. Do I have your support?
PARIS
(saddened)
Of course.
EXT. EARTH - SAN FRANCISCO - PARTIALLY ASSIMILATED (OPTICAL)
As the Delta Flyer continues its approach, evidence of mass destruction is visible throughout the city.
CHAKOTAY
My God!
PARIS
The Borg have been busy. They don't leave much
behind, do they?
DATA
The Borg make use of everything they come in
contact with. Most efficient.
PARIS
I can think of another word for it.
CHAKOTAY
Okay Tom, put us down in Golden Gate Park. Data,
can we transport directly into the facility.
DATA
I wouldn't recommend it Sir. Sensors are detecting
a Borg presence adjacent to the Boronite.
CHAKOTAY
Tuvok...any suggestions?
TUVOK
I suggest we transport at least 100 meters away and
work our way to the chamber. I'll have two teams
secure our position. Once cleared, we'll proceed.
INT. STARFLEET UNDERGROUND
Chakotay gives Tuvok the go ahead with his plan. Within minutes, the Head Security Officer and his heavily armed men transport into the complex and begin their progression into the dwelling. Chakotay and Data remain closely behind armed with a tri-corder in one hand and a phase rifle in the other. As they approach closer, they are confronted by partially assimilated people who are desperate for help reaching out for assistance only to be silenced by weapons fire from the security guards, thus allowing the officers to continue their journey into the facility. Finally reaching their destination, they seal the doors and head toward the test chamber containing the Boronite. Data quickly deactivates the generator and pattern enhancers are put in place.
CHAKOTAY
Does anyone else think this was too easy besides
me? Something's not right.
(taps comm. badge)
Chakotay to the Delta Flyer...
PARIS
(V.O.)
Delta Flyer here.
CHAKOTAY
Tom, lock on to the Boronite and beam it into
the containment chamber.
PARIS
(V.O.)
Yes Sir, I've got a lock...Initiating transport...
transport complete.
DATA
Perhaps we could use the pattern enhancers to
transport us back to the shuttle.
Just as Chakotay is about to answer, a familiar voice is heard. To their dismay, a partially assimilated Reginald Barclay responds.
BARCLAY & COLLECTIVE
"We are the Borg...you will be assimilated..."
CHAKOTAY
(interrupting)
Reg...It's Chakotay...I know you're in there.
BARCLAY & COLLECTIVE
"That individual no longer exists. Resistance is
Futile"
CHAKOTAY
Reg...concentrate on my voice. Fight it!
BARCLAY
(struggling)
Co...Comm...Commander?
CHAKOTAY
Yes Reg...It's me, Chakotay. You've got to fight it!
BARCLAY
I...I...can't. T...Too...powerful. You m...
must des..troy me.
Just as Barclay is about to reach forward, he is gunned down by Data's phaser.
DATA
Goodbye Reg.
CHAKOTAY
(taps his comm. bade)
Tom, get us out of here! We've got company!
PARIS
(V.O.)
I can't, your signal is being jammed. Can you get
outside the facility?
TUVOK
(taps comm. badge)
Unadvisable Mr. Paris. It seems we're surrounded.
***
INT. DELTA FLYER
Tom frantically tries to transport the away team but is failing miserably.
PARIS
Damn it! Doesn't anything work around here!
CHAKOTAY
(V.O.)
Tom...are you still there?
PARIS
Yes Chakotay. I'm trying to get a lock on you but
there's too much interference.
CHAKOTAY
(V.O.)
I want you to return to the Enterprise.
PARIS
(shocked)
What? You can't be serious.
CHAKOTAY
(V.O.)
Tom...I'm giving you a direct order. Leave
immediately or we'll all be dead!
PARIS
I don't care if Starfleet court martials me. I'm not
leaving you down there. I'll be back.
The Delta Flyer in its stealth state, launches from Golden Gate Park and heads for space.
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT SEVEN
To be continued...
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Star Trek: Voyager and all things contained therein are the property of Paramount and Viacom. I will receive no profit from this story.
Title: Tempus Fugit
By: Raven
ACT SEVEN
FADE IN.
INT. ENTERPRISE CONFERENCE ROOM
The conference room empties with the exception of Seven who has remained seated. Janeway notices the former drone staring out into space and walks over to her.
JANEWAY
A penny for your thoughts...
SEVEN
Admiral?
JANEWAY
It's an old Earth term when someone is distracted
or lost in thought. Is there something you'd like to
talk about? You seem pre-occupied since the
meeting.
SEVEN
It's too dangerous. I should be the one to go.
Janeway takes the seat next to Seven.
JANEWAY
You mean it's too dangerous for Chakotay to go.
Seven looks at Janeway with surprise.
JANEWAY
You didn't think I knew, did you?
SEVEN
I'm not sure what you're implying.
JANEWAY
I know that you and Chakotay have been seeing
each other. You have feelings for him. ...and
from what I've observed, the feelings are mutual.
SEVEN
My feelings are irrelevant. The mission is too
dangerous. No one knows more about Omega
then I do.
JANEWAY
Which is why I need you to remain on board.
We need your expertise in integrating Omega
into the ship's systems. It was your idea and a
damn good one. You're the only one who can
pull this off. We need you here Seven. Don't
worry, Chakotay can take care of himself, they
all can. Now, if I'm not mistaken, your duty shift
ended an hour ago. Go to him and enjoy your
evening.
SEVEN
I have much work to complete.
JANEWAY
It can wait until tomorrow. That's an order!
SEVEN
Yes Admiral.
EXT. SPACE - U.S.S. ENTERPRISE - SPACE DOCK (OPTICAL)
INT. ENTERPRISE SHUTTLE BAY
Two days later...
With the modifications complete on the Delta Flyer, the away team have received their inoculations and begin to board the shuttle. Chakotay is last to arrive and is accompanied by Seven.
CHAKOTAY
(smiling)
You didn't need to escort me, but thank you.
SEVEN
(jokingly)
I wanted to make sure you didn't miss your ride.
CHAKOTAY
I see...are you sure there wasn't another reason?
Seven's demeanor changes. She lowers her head as concern overwhelms her.
CHAKOTAY
What's wrong?
SEVEN
I wish for you to stay. I don't want you to go.
CHAKOTAY
I have to. But don't worry, I'll be back in a couple
of days.
SEVEN
Do you promise to return?
CHAKOTAY
Seven, you know I can't make that kind of promise.
I'll do whatever is necessary to return. That, I can
promise you.
(beat)
I have to get going.
As Chakotay walks away from Seven and towards the shuttle, Seven follows after him. She takes him by the arm and turns him around to face her. To his surprise, she kisses him.
CHAKOTAY
What was that for?
SEVEN
To give you a reason to return.
CHAKOTAY
(curious)
What reason is that?
SEVEN
(struggling)
That I'm...I'm in love with you.
CHAKOTAY
I know.
Chakotay smiles and completes his journey into the modified shuttle as Seven looks on
As the shuttle clears the bay doors, it jumps to warp speed immediately after engaging its stealth technology.
TORRES
Umm...Seven? I couldn't help witnessing your
little spectacle just now. Would you like to join
me for breakfast?
SEVEN
I do not require nutritional supplements at this
time.
TORRES
Well, how about a little conversation then. You
look like you could use a friend.
Surprised by B'Elanna's offer, Seven acknowledges the invite and accompanies the ex-Maquis into the eating establishment.
INT. ENTERPRISE TEN-FORWARD
Both women are seated at a table and are brought two plates of unknown cuisine. At first neither woman say anything.
TORRES
Okay...I'll start.
(beat)
I owe you an apology.
SEVEN
For what?
TORRES
For the way I treated you back on Earth.
SEVEN
That was several months ago.
TORRES
Yeah...I know. It's a little late in coming, but I
promised Chakotay I would talk to you. I was
wrong for blaming you for Miral's death.
SEVEN
You were not in error. I am Borg.
TORRES
You were Borg. You were assimilated at a young
age, a victim like Miral. I was so angry! I had to
blame the one person who was trying to help us.
Listen Seven, it takes a lot for me to do this...so
here it is...I'm sorry.
SEVEN
You're apology is not necessary, but I will accept it.
(beat)
How are you and Lt. Paris adapting to your loss?
TORRES
It's been difficult...but we're coping. We've talked
it over and once this thing is behind us, we're going
to try to have another baby.
SEVEN
What about Miral? If we are successful, chances
are she will be okay.
TORRES
I can't plan on that. We have to be realistic. There's
an equal chance that the damage done is permanent.
(beat)
What about you? What are your plans?
SEVEN
I don't understand.
TORRES
From what I saw in the shuttle bay, things look
pretty serious between you and a certain tattooed
First Officer.
SEVEN
(uncomfortable)
We haven't made plans.
TORRES
(taking a bite of food)
If you don't mind me asking, how long have you
two been seeing each other?
SEVEN
Since Stardate 54868.6.
TORRES
(rolling her eyes)
In English...Seven.
SEVEN
Since we were back in the Delta Quadrant.
TORRES
You've been seeing Chakotay for almost a year?
SEVEN
Nine months, eight days and 13 hours to be exact.
TORRES
Wow...I've got to give you credit for being
discrete. That's something Tom and I were never
good at.
SEVEN
You mean your late night recreation on deck nine,
section twelve.
TORRES
Hey...let's not start that again. It's not my fault
Voyager's bulkheads were thin.
Seven smirks at B'Elanna's response.
TORRES
You were making a joke, weren't you?
SEVEN
I was attempting to lighten the mood. The Doctor
has often encouraged me to explore humor.
TORRES
Well, looks like you're getting the hang of it. So,
just how serious are you and Chakotay?
SEVEN
Are you inquiring as to whether or not we've
copulated?
TORRES
(choking on her food)
Well, I wouldn't have put it that way, but...yes.
SEVEN
We have...on several occasions. I find the activity...
satisfying.
TORRES
(smiling)
I see...that explains why Chakotay's been in such a
good mood lately.
(beat)
You're worried about him on this away mission,
aren't you?
SEVEN
Yes.
TORRES
I know how you feel. Whenever Tom goes on one
of these missions, my heart feels like it's going to
pound right through my chest. They'll be okay.
(beat)
Well...it's about time we got back to work. I'm
glad we had this little conversation.
SEVEN
I concur.
***
EXT. EARTH - PARTIALLY ASSIMILATED (OPTICAL)
INT. DELTA FLYER
Approximately 48 hours later...
The Delta Flyer enters Earth's atmosphere.
PARIS
Commander, we're approaching the coordinates.
CHAKOTAY
Take us in low Tom and back us down to impulse.
We don't want the Borg picking up our warp
signature. Data, have you located the Boronite.
DATA
Yes Commander, but I'm unable to get a transporter
lock. It seems the Boronite Ore is protected by a
dispersal beam. We'll need to physically shut
down the main generator and use pattern enhancers.
CHAKOTAY
Understood. Tuvok...any sign of resistance?
TUVOK
No, but communications are picking up multiple
distress calls.
CHAKOTAY
Let's hear them.
As the comm. channel is opened. The sounds of people yelling and screaming could be heard. In the background the sound of the Borg mantra is unmistakable.
COLLECTIVE
(V.O.)
"We are the Borg...You will be assimilated...Your
biological and technological distinctiveness will
be added to our own...Resistance is futile..."
CHAKOTAY
(furious)
Shut that damn thing off!
PARIS
We have to help them, I'm changing course.
CHAKOTAY
No Tom!
PARIS
We can't just leave them...they're dying!
CHAKOTAY
I want to help them as much as you do, but we
have our orders.
TUVOK
Lieutenant, if it's any consolation, those people
have already been infected. There is nothing we
can do for them.
PARIS
It doesn't make it feel any better Tuvok. Those
people are innocent.
CHAKOTAY
I admire your compassion Tom, but we need to
stay focused. Do I have your support?
PARIS
(saddened)
Of course.
EXT. EARTH - SAN FRANCISCO - PARTIALLY ASSIMILATED (OPTICAL)
As the Delta Flyer continues its approach, evidence of mass destruction is visible throughout the city.
CHAKOTAY
My God!
PARIS
The Borg have been busy. They don't leave much
behind, do they?
DATA
The Borg make use of everything they come in
contact with. Most efficient.
PARIS
I can think of another word for it.
CHAKOTAY
Okay Tom, put us down in Golden Gate Park. Data,
can we transport directly into the facility.
DATA
I wouldn't recommend it Sir. Sensors are detecting
a Borg presence adjacent to the Boronite.
CHAKOTAY
Tuvok...any suggestions?
TUVOK
I suggest we transport at least 100 meters away and
work our way to the chamber. I'll have two teams
secure our position. Once cleared, we'll proceed.
INT. STARFLEET UNDERGROUND
Chakotay gives Tuvok the go ahead with his plan. Within minutes, the Head Security Officer and his heavily armed men transport into the complex and begin their progression into the dwelling. Chakotay and Data remain closely behind armed with a tri-corder in one hand and a phase rifle in the other. As they approach closer, they are confronted by partially assimilated people who are desperate for help reaching out for assistance only to be silenced by weapons fire from the security guards, thus allowing the officers to continue their journey into the facility. Finally reaching their destination, they seal the doors and head toward the test chamber containing the Boronite. Data quickly deactivates the generator and pattern enhancers are put in place.
CHAKOTAY
Does anyone else think this was too easy besides
me? Something's not right.
(taps comm. badge)
Chakotay to the Delta Flyer...
PARIS
(V.O.)
Delta Flyer here.
CHAKOTAY
Tom, lock on to the Boronite and beam it into
the containment chamber.
PARIS
(V.O.)
Yes Sir, I've got a lock...Initiating transport...
transport complete.
DATA
Perhaps we could use the pattern enhancers to
transport us back to the shuttle.
Just as Chakotay is about to answer, a familiar voice is heard. To their dismay, a partially assimilated Reginald Barclay responds.
BARCLAY & COLLECTIVE
"We are the Borg...you will be assimilated..."
CHAKOTAY
(interrupting)
Reg...It's Chakotay...I know you're in there.
BARCLAY & COLLECTIVE
"That individual no longer exists. Resistance is
Futile"
CHAKOTAY
Reg...concentrate on my voice. Fight it!
BARCLAY
(struggling)
Co...Comm...Commander?
CHAKOTAY
Yes Reg...It's me, Chakotay. You've got to fight it!
BARCLAY
I...I...can't. T...Too...powerful. You m...
must des..troy me.
Just as Barclay is about to reach forward, he is gunned down by Data's phaser.
DATA
Goodbye Reg.
CHAKOTAY
(taps his comm. bade)
Tom, get us out of here! We've got company!
PARIS
(V.O.)
I can't, your signal is being jammed. Can you get
outside the facility?
TUVOK
(taps comm. badge)
Unadvisable Mr. Paris. It seems we're surrounded.
***
INT. DELTA FLYER
Tom frantically tries to transport the away team but is failing miserably.
PARIS
Damn it! Doesn't anything work around here!
CHAKOTAY
(V.O.)
Tom...are you still there?
PARIS
Yes Chakotay. I'm trying to get a lock on you but
there's too much interference.
CHAKOTAY
(V.O.)
I want you to return to the Enterprise.
PARIS
(shocked)
What? You can't be serious.
CHAKOTAY
(V.O.)
Tom...I'm giving you a direct order. Leave
immediately or we'll all be dead!
PARIS
I don't care if Starfleet court martials me. I'm not
leaving you down there. I'll be back.
The Delta Flyer in its stealth state, launches from Golden Gate Park and heads for space.
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT SEVEN
To be continued...