Amelia over the days had become a little more comfortable being away from her mother, she could stick with Q until she got hungry. At that point there wasn't much the ex omnipotent being could do from there. For the most part she took long naps at sickbay while he was working or went to the ready room to cuddle with her mother. Since spending more time away from Kathryn she even let other people hold her, something thought impossible before. The doctor was the main person interested in interacting with her and of course Sam who always talked about when Naomi was that little. Q had been sleeping soundly next to his captain hoping their little offspring was starting to realize she could sleep the whole night without waking them both, unfortunately that was not going to happen tonight. Amelia woke him up quickly with her whimpering, afraid Kathryn would be disturbed he got up and picked the baby up out of her crib. After all the captain needed sleep more than he did, he just played nurse, Janeway ran the whole damn ship.

Amelia squirmed in his arms a minute as he checked her diaper to be certain she wasn't complaining about that. Q bounced her lightly trying to make her fall back to sleep but Amelia just looked around with wide alert eyes. There was no sneaking around this one, she was up, now so was he. "I'll never understand how you can think it's time to get up in the middle of the night." Q whispered to her as she gnawed on her hand, her eyes looking over to him while he spoke. Amelia let out a little coo, always being such a talkative little squirt. "Okay, but we have to go out in the hall. I don't need you waking up your mother." Amelia cooed again proving more of his point. It was quiet in the hall this late at night, no one was walking around, they were either sleeping or at their posts. Very rarely would someone pass him when he took Amelia out like this and should someone ever come up they often time avoided talking to Q just in case Amelia was on her way back out again. It was somewhat lonely, made him think of the mornings when he walked Kathryn up to the bridge with Amy. Normally their daughter was wide awake in the mornings squirming in his arms and trying to alert him that she wanted to be held by Kathy. It was frustrating when all your words were squeaks and garbles.

Q started instinctively heading for sickbay, his eyes still half shut as Amelia whimpered again to startle him awake, or at least alert. Someone was coming, someone she clearly didn't like. Her little whimpers quickly became a loud cry, thank god they were away from most of the private quarters. Q looked down the hall trying to hush his screaming little girl as a rather chilling figure came marching his way. That Borg, Seven of Nine. What the hell was she doing up this late? Didn't Borg sleep? Of course they didn't they regenerated he reminded himself. Well then, wasn't she suppose to regenerate? "Amy, sssshhhh, it's okay." He spoke softly to the screaming baby as he rocked her, a look of concern and confusion crossed the Borgs face.

"Your offspring appears to be upset." Seven stated with a monotone voice.

"She was fine until you showed up, I think she was even getting tired again." Q sighed and continued to rock her. For a moment Seven glanced down at the baby, a look of mild disgust and yet concern. As if she didn't know what to make of the tiny being more alien to her than anything on this ship.

"Perhaps it requires nutrition." Seven stated with a curt nod of her head.

Q patted Amelia on the back making her quiet down a little but she was still crying. "That's an astute observation, do you have experience in child rearing?" He replied sarcastically but Seven didn't seem to understand his joke.

"No, the Borg do not reproduce, we put immature drones in maturation chambers until they have reached peek efficiency."

"Charming, must beat daycare." Seven turned her head to the side a little pondering what he had just said.

"Does it not require care during the night?" She was baffled by what this 'day care' was implying.

"What?" He was almost yelling over Amelia's cries. "No, daycare is where according to human traditions children are left during the day so their parents can go to work."

"I see." Seven pondered this concept for a moment. "Does your offspring attend, day care?"

"Nope." Q was rather frank about it. "She screams and throws fits if you leave her alone with strangers too long." He paused "And her name is Amelia."

"That seems very inefficient."

"Inefficient, maybe but how could you leave her? Look at that cute face?" Amelia was finally quieting down more as if to prove a point that she was adorable. She was a smart little thing, even being as young as she was she showed understanding. When someone spoke she listened closely and often times reacted to things they said. Brilliant just like her father.

"Irrelevant." Seven replied with her usual cold and empty tone of voice.

"Irrelevant?" He was a little shocked. Here he thought Vulcans were cold. At least Tuvok could admit there was a biological and chemical attachment to children that drove adult individuals to protect them in an attempt to secure the future generations well being. That was his way of saying he found Amelia adorable and would look after her if required, so long as he was not busy. "You have no heart do you. Just look at that face. How could you not love that face?"

Seven raised a brow not certain of what she was suppose to be seeing. All she felt was emptiness looking down at the weaker inferior human. There was nothing miraculous about it. The doctor had mentioned she had some extraordinary capabilities but Seven had yet to witness any of this and questioned if they were as extraordinary as some claimed them to be. "My cardial functions are intact if you have concerns." Q quirked his brow and looked at Seven, the Borg were suppose to be powerful and intelligent. So far they just seemed like a bunch of malfunctioning blenders with a scary voice. Pushing Amelia towards her he figured so long as he was next to Seven there was no harm in the ex Borg holding the little girl. "What are you doing?" She asked backing up a little.

"Here hold out your arms." She did so obediently looking at him with a rather puzzled Borg expression. "Now cradle her head like that, yeah." Q fixed her hands so she wouldn't drop his daughter. Once the baby was in Sevens arms she seemed rather urgent about giving her back.

"I have to finish my mission, I was asked by Ensign Kim to acquire the proper tools in aiding him with the removal to the Borg technology aboard this ship." She moved forward trying to give Amelia back to Q.

"You have all night to do that, just look at her, you have to admit she's really something else."

Seven glanced at the child still wishing to surrender it back to it's parental unit. "I do not understand what you hope to accomplish with this." Q crossed his arms clearly not about to take Amy back so quickly. Seven was starting to feel as if the child had been tasked to her, abandoned almost. Was she the sole provider of this frail useless being now? She looked back down at Amelia, the little girls eyes half closed as she opened her mouth and let out a little yawn. "Your off...Amelia seems to be having trouble breathing." There was a small hint of concern in her voice.

"That's called a yawn Seven. People do that when they are tired. You know, it's funny, the only two people Amelia falls asleep for is myself and the captain. Funny, she seems fairly comfortable with you."

"Is this unusual?" Seven asked a little confused.

Walking back towards Seven he rested his hands on his hips. "Very." She took the opportunity to hand the child back to it's father only feeling comfortable once it was returned. Seven tried walking away looking somewhat bothered by her encounter with the child. "You know, Kes was supposed to be Amelia's godmother before she left Voyager. Maybe you should be her godmother Seven. After all the captain seems to think she can make you human. I found the thing that helped me embrace being human was my family."

Seven stood there looking back at Q, uncertain of how she might respond in this situation. "Godmother? Explain."

Q got a little smile on his face. "Like a guardian, a caretaker when the parents are not around."

"Like an assignment?"

"Sort of, but with a bigger responsibility. A task to look after something bigger than a ship, a task to help guide Amelia as she grows up, the help shape her into the person she will become. To take care of her should something happen to Kathy or I."

Seven raised a brow. "I will, consider this." She nodded her head and started walking away.

Q smiled back at Amelia. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing Amy. Your mother might think I am crazy but trust me. If she wants you to be the best starfleet has to offer one day then Seven and Picard will push you in the right direction."