Ok, I know I haven't updated in like forever. I've been
concentrating on "Others Like Me", but I was reading some past reviews,
going over the last chapter and I got some inspiration, and some pushing
from my beta reader. (Cheering). I hope you all sit back, relax and
enjoy, here is chapter 8. ' ' Mean thoughts or telepathic communications
depending on the situation. As always I do not own Star Trek Voyager.
Mess Hall
Walking into the mess hall once again, Three looked around at her settings and balked before going any farther into the room.
"Its ok Three, I can help you." Naomi Wildman told Three, she had suggested to Three at lunchtime that they get something to eat. They had stayed in the quarters for the most part, Naomi didn't have any lessons that morning, but she would after lunch with Seven. Normally Naomi would eat with Seven and they they would get down to her lesson, today was different however.
"You are correct, I believe." Three said unsure of her self. They walked up to Neelix who smiled at both of them.
"What can I get for you two today?" He asked. "We have some wonderfully delicious sandwiches that I believe you will enjoy." He told them.
"That would be great Neelix," Naomi told him. They got their food and sat down at one of the tables near the back of the room. Naomi had realized that Three was very uneasy around a lot of people, just like Seven had been at first. Sitting down to eat Naomi immediately dove in hungrily, while Three sat there watching her. "What?" Naomi asked Three.
"Why do you eat so quickly?" It was an innocent enough question asked, but Naomi was unsure why it was asked in the first place.
"I'm hungry, don't you get hungry?" Naomi asked. Three paused for a few seconds and then gave her answer.
"I guess, but I don't see the reason for eating so quickly" Three said.
"Oh, well I'm not sure if there really is an answer for that Three. Sorry, its just some people eat faster then others, and I'm one of them." Three just stared at her and then took a bite of her sandwich.
Seven of Nine entered the mess hall it was as usual a crowded atmosphere one that she knew Neelix enjoyed. Glancing around the room she spotted Naomi eating her lunch in the back of the room, where as usually she sat near the front. This was an oddity in her daily schedule, therefore there had to be a reason for it. It was then that she spotted the reason for this, across the table from her was the girl that everyone on the ship was starting to take notice of the same way that they had when she herself had come aboard. Most were skeptical others were fearful and some just watched her to see what she was doing. It was if she was a specimen on display. Three of Twenty, she didn't seem that different when Seven looked at her. All species had their distinguishing characteristics, and other Coreans had been taken into the Borg collective before. Seven wondered why Three was interesting them.
"Hello Naomi, are you ready to begin your lessons for today?" Seven asked Naomi when she arrived at the table.
"Yes I am." Naomi said excitedly, but in the back of her mind she wondered what Three was thinking seeing another Borg on the ship.
"Good, then lets get started." Seven stated and sat down at the table. As they started to work Three just sat there wondering what she should be doing. She suspected she should stay there but the butterflies in her stomach were starting again, not because of the amount of people around her but because of Seven. Seven was like herself, and yet she had not even spoke a word to Three. It seemed that everywhere she went on the ship she wasn't accepted. Maybe it was because it had only been a few days but she was scared. This was her only option unfortunately, and she doubted they would let her leave anyway. It was then that Three got the idea to try something, perhaps she could try to open her mind herself. It had happened involuntarily on the Borg ship many times as well as on the ship before she had had the mind meld with Tuvok, now she could hear nothing. Three closed her eyes and concentrated she searched her mind to find that trigger that would allow her to hear others thoughts and emotions. She didn't know what it was but it had to be there. After a few seconds she could hear Seven in her head.
'Naomi you need to concentrate'. Three opened her eyes and saw that Seven was not talking, she was watching Naomi work on a math problem on a padd. More came at her in an instant, Seven's thoughts had changed. 'She's quiet, almost severely serious. Everyone seems to be watching to see if something will happen between the two of us. Why is it that humans always have to be getting themselves into other people's business.' Sevens thoughts trailed off again into a jumble of things from her schedule to crewmembers to teaching Naomi the finer points of math. Three wasn't listening though now she looked around at the mess hall. Indeed there were people taking a few second glance at the table that Three, Naomi, and Seven were sitting at. Three started concentrating on the people around her. All of a sudden voices came into her head that she could not discern what they were saying, everything was jumbled. Her head started to hurt the throbbing pain was getting worse she had to leave. Getting up she started to stagger across the room to the exit. She did not go unnoticed, the mess hall was now watching her, she was aware of there glances and the noise in her head got worse and louder still. The pain was almost unbearable now.
"Three" Naomi cried out watching her. Three didn't turn around; she started to run out. In the hallway she stopped and leaned against a bulkhead. People were walking by giving her strange looks some not knowing who she was others who did looked at her wondering what was going on. No one helped her because they didn't know what to do. Even though she was out of the Mess Hall she could still hear the voices, there were more now. Enough to count for the whole ship. She couldn't handle the pain so she burst out into the main traffic of the hallway and ran to the turbo lift at the end of the hallway. By the time she got there no one was around. She rushed into the lift and said the deck number of the Wildman's quarters. If she could just get there to lie down perhaps she would feel better. As the lift started to move she became dizzy and disoriented, Three's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell to the ground the voices still in her head, but no longer feeling the pain outwardly. The lift kept moving as she lied on the floor unconscious.
Ok, that's chapter 8, I hope you all enjoyed it and I know I'm evil with the cliffie at the end especially since I don't know when I'll update this one next. Please Review.
Mess Hall
Walking into the mess hall once again, Three looked around at her settings and balked before going any farther into the room.
"Its ok Three, I can help you." Naomi Wildman told Three, she had suggested to Three at lunchtime that they get something to eat. They had stayed in the quarters for the most part, Naomi didn't have any lessons that morning, but she would after lunch with Seven. Normally Naomi would eat with Seven and they they would get down to her lesson, today was different however.
"You are correct, I believe." Three said unsure of her self. They walked up to Neelix who smiled at both of them.
"What can I get for you two today?" He asked. "We have some wonderfully delicious sandwiches that I believe you will enjoy." He told them.
"That would be great Neelix," Naomi told him. They got their food and sat down at one of the tables near the back of the room. Naomi had realized that Three was very uneasy around a lot of people, just like Seven had been at first. Sitting down to eat Naomi immediately dove in hungrily, while Three sat there watching her. "What?" Naomi asked Three.
"Why do you eat so quickly?" It was an innocent enough question asked, but Naomi was unsure why it was asked in the first place.
"I'm hungry, don't you get hungry?" Naomi asked. Three paused for a few seconds and then gave her answer.
"I guess, but I don't see the reason for eating so quickly" Three said.
"Oh, well I'm not sure if there really is an answer for that Three. Sorry, its just some people eat faster then others, and I'm one of them." Three just stared at her and then took a bite of her sandwich.
Seven of Nine entered the mess hall it was as usual a crowded atmosphere one that she knew Neelix enjoyed. Glancing around the room she spotted Naomi eating her lunch in the back of the room, where as usually she sat near the front. This was an oddity in her daily schedule, therefore there had to be a reason for it. It was then that she spotted the reason for this, across the table from her was the girl that everyone on the ship was starting to take notice of the same way that they had when she herself had come aboard. Most were skeptical others were fearful and some just watched her to see what she was doing. It was if she was a specimen on display. Three of Twenty, she didn't seem that different when Seven looked at her. All species had their distinguishing characteristics, and other Coreans had been taken into the Borg collective before. Seven wondered why Three was interesting them.
"Hello Naomi, are you ready to begin your lessons for today?" Seven asked Naomi when she arrived at the table.
"Yes I am." Naomi said excitedly, but in the back of her mind she wondered what Three was thinking seeing another Borg on the ship.
"Good, then lets get started." Seven stated and sat down at the table. As they started to work Three just sat there wondering what she should be doing. She suspected she should stay there but the butterflies in her stomach were starting again, not because of the amount of people around her but because of Seven. Seven was like herself, and yet she had not even spoke a word to Three. It seemed that everywhere she went on the ship she wasn't accepted. Maybe it was because it had only been a few days but she was scared. This was her only option unfortunately, and she doubted they would let her leave anyway. It was then that Three got the idea to try something, perhaps she could try to open her mind herself. It had happened involuntarily on the Borg ship many times as well as on the ship before she had had the mind meld with Tuvok, now she could hear nothing. Three closed her eyes and concentrated she searched her mind to find that trigger that would allow her to hear others thoughts and emotions. She didn't know what it was but it had to be there. After a few seconds she could hear Seven in her head.
'Naomi you need to concentrate'. Three opened her eyes and saw that Seven was not talking, she was watching Naomi work on a math problem on a padd. More came at her in an instant, Seven's thoughts had changed. 'She's quiet, almost severely serious. Everyone seems to be watching to see if something will happen between the two of us. Why is it that humans always have to be getting themselves into other people's business.' Sevens thoughts trailed off again into a jumble of things from her schedule to crewmembers to teaching Naomi the finer points of math. Three wasn't listening though now she looked around at the mess hall. Indeed there were people taking a few second glance at the table that Three, Naomi, and Seven were sitting at. Three started concentrating on the people around her. All of a sudden voices came into her head that she could not discern what they were saying, everything was jumbled. Her head started to hurt the throbbing pain was getting worse she had to leave. Getting up she started to stagger across the room to the exit. She did not go unnoticed, the mess hall was now watching her, she was aware of there glances and the noise in her head got worse and louder still. The pain was almost unbearable now.
"Three" Naomi cried out watching her. Three didn't turn around; she started to run out. In the hallway she stopped and leaned against a bulkhead. People were walking by giving her strange looks some not knowing who she was others who did looked at her wondering what was going on. No one helped her because they didn't know what to do. Even though she was out of the Mess Hall she could still hear the voices, there were more now. Enough to count for the whole ship. She couldn't handle the pain so she burst out into the main traffic of the hallway and ran to the turbo lift at the end of the hallway. By the time she got there no one was around. She rushed into the lift and said the deck number of the Wildman's quarters. If she could just get there to lie down perhaps she would feel better. As the lift started to move she became dizzy and disoriented, Three's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell to the ground the voices still in her head, but no longer feeling the pain outwardly. The lift kept moving as she lied on the floor unconscious.
Ok, that's chapter 8, I hope you all enjoyed it and I know I'm evil with the cliffie at the end especially since I don't know when I'll update this one next. Please Review.