Awake
Fluttering her eyes open, Seven was temporarily blinded by a bright light.
"Seven? Seven, can you hear me?" A faint voice called. Her vision adjusted and the Doctor hovered over her with a tricorder in one hand.
"Doctor. What am I doing here?" She rushed to sit up.
"Wow, wow, wow, sow down, you're okay." Then switching to his comm. badge, "Would Commander Chakotay report to Sickbay."
"Chakotay? What does he have to do with this?" Seven of Nine enquired.
"He was the one that found you and asked to be notified when you awoke." The Doctor replied. He hovered the tricorder around her, taking her vital statistics. "Your heartbeat is normal, no injuries. Strange, very strange." The Doctor cryptically said, partly to himself.
Before Seven could reply, the doors pushed open and Chakotay appeared. Immediately seeing Seven, he walked over to be beside her, unable to hide a smile.
"Are you alright?" Chakotay asked sincerely. A rush of warmth spread straight to Seven's face – she believed she had just blushed. An odd sensation. Chakotay and herself had begun to form a romantic relationship during the past few weeks, but it was still new to her.
"I believe so. However, I am confused as to why I'm here." Seven replied.
Chakotay shared a short glance with the Doctor. "I found you in the regeneration Alcove unconscious six hours ago." Chakotay explained.
"How did this happen?" Seven demanded of the Doctor.
"I have run tests and taken the appropriate measurements. However, I have concluded that there is nothing physically or neurologically wrong with you, and your Borg implants are working perfectly." The Doctor reported.
"Perhaps there was a malfunction with the Regeneration Alcove itself?" Seven suggested.
"I thought of that. B'Elanna took a look, there's nothing wrong with it." Chakotay replied.
"In short, there's nothing wrong with you or the Regeneration Alcove." The Doctor sighed. It wasn't often he had a patient he couldn't treat.
"Your tests are incorrect." Seven concluded.
"I'm afraid not, the results prove themselves. The only other conclusion is that you fainted because you suffered a traumatic shock. It may be possible that your brainwaves are growing into a more human process, where you are able to dream." The Doctor guessed.
"My implants make me unable to dream while I regenerate." Seven argued.
"Be that as it may, there is no other conclusion." The Doctor said. Silence filled the room as Chakotay and Seven took this all in.
"Will this affect me any further?" Seven asked.
"You may start to develop the occasional dream, but other than that I see no immediate threat." The Doctor shrugged.
"In that case, I would like to return to my post." Seven suggested.
"I see no reason why you shouldn't. Come by before you begin to regenerate and I'll give you something to help repress the dreams, at least until you feel you can deal with them." The Doctor offered. With a nod of appreciation, Chakotay and Seven left Sickbay, walking down the corridor side by side.
"You know, I was very worried when I saw you unconscious this morning." Chakotay confessed.
"Thank you for your concern." Seven replied. Chakotay hid a grin. Sometimes Seven could be very proper.
"Would you like to have lunch in the Mess Hall?" Chakotay offered as they entered the Turbolift. Whenever he could, he tried to lure her into the Mess Hall for lunch or dinner; it was a good place for them to talk.
"I will meet you at the Bridge at 1300 hours." Seven replied, stopping on her deck.
"Why the Bridge?" Chakotay enquired. Surely it would be easier to meet at the Mess Hall.
"I can give my report on the recent increase on wormhole activity on the way." Seven replied logically.
"Ok, see you then." Chakotay gave Seven a soft kiss on the cheek and continued up the Turbolift towards the Bridge. Seven felt warm inside as she entered the Astrometrics Lab and with a new sense of comfort, she began her day's work.