A/n: As my regular readers will know, this is not a new fic, but as I explained in my profile, after some upsetting threats to report "Seven's Sins" to admin for lyric use, I am re-editing my songfics without the lyrics. It's still inspired by xXBrightsideBumblebeeXx's idea and its still set somewhere between "Survival Instinct" and "Collective".

The sound, short and sharp like crack of a whip, hit his ears seconds before the eerie violet light illuminated his quarters with its ghostly aura. Once again, as he had throughout the night, Chakotay turned in his bed to look out of the large viewport at the mass of electrified coloured plasma surrounding the ship, the sight had a tight unnerving hold on him, he couldn't drag his eyes away from it, he might even have thought it beautiful if not for the painful creaks of Voyager's hull as it tried to force its way through, the force fields around his viewports sparking and sizzling every so often as they strained to keep this deadly wonder of space from cascading completely over, and consuming, the vessel. The name for this phenomenon struck him as apt, a "spacial hurricane". It certainly reminded him of the atmosphere on a storm ravaged planet, right down to the hairs that had always rose up on the back of his neck when he saw the clouds blackened and brooding, ready to unleash chaos at any second… With a sigh he pushed these thoughts back, he'd need to relieve the Captain in a couple hours whether he'd slept or not, and shifted onto his back, breathing in the static that lay heavy in the air as he closed his eyes, summoning sleep but instead receiving a sudden shock of crippling pain, his body in shock as it surged up his spine and into his brain…

The sizzle of burning flesh as it was held against a force field sent pain surging up nerves, his nerves, yet the animalistic cry which rose from his throat didn't originate from him, and neither did the drive which pushed the weak and injured body up against the force field again, fists beating desperately, yet pointlessly. A voice echoed in ears, he recognised it as Janeway's. "Seven of Nine…Annika, stop this…" The blind rage which filled him was Seven's but he shared it as much as he now did these memories.

She launched herself at the Captain, he felt her awareness of the pain of the shield stopping her at the same instant she did, vulnerability sparked in her brain for so tiny a moment that Chakotay could barely register it before venomous anger overwhelmed every other emotion. "You will return this drone to the Collective NOW!" He felt the scream as if it were his own, could feel vocal chords straining and lungs begging for air, but he knew it wasn't, the single voice he'd had in his mind all his life, when merged with hers, seemed insignificant in a way he'd never known possible, the silence was wholly unnatural, terrifying in its intensity… He felt her open her mouth to scream again but a wave of pure, and entirely human anguish and denial filled every aspect of his brain as Seven was faced with separation and it forced him out of the memory like a tidal wave…

He found himself looking down at her feet as he moved forward down a corridor with her, the Doctor saying something she, and therefore they, tuned out entirely. He saw the Captain standing there, a smile of surprise and self satisfaction playing across her features as she saw them approach, "Good work Doctor…" Chakotay lost track of her words as he braced himself to be overwhelmed by Seven's disdain and anger, but he felt nothing. Her resignation suppressed him, cloaking over them like a death veil, it was as if the light of humanity, albeit one that encompassed only near unimaginable fear and anger, that he'd felt within her had been entirely extinguished.

The grotesque figure of a single member of Species 8472 lay prostrate in the corridor, trapped between two sets of shields, on one side was Tuvok, trying ,Chakotay knew, to communicate with the alien, the Captain by his side while Seven was at the other end of the corridor, Chakotay seeing, and experiencing, the scene through her eyes. The mixture of fearful hatred and respect she felt for the alien confused him deeply, but nothing repulsed him more than the purposeful motion with which she pressed the button which obliterated the alien in an instant, her emotions colder than the metal her hand brushed against to commit the act as the Captain shouted in horror.

The next thing he was aware of was staring into the Captain's livid face. "Seven, that was an innocent being, you killed it against my direct order…"

"Innocent?" Seven echoed. Chakotay felt himself being pulled unwillingly into an overlapping set of memories, the pain wracked last thoughts of millions of drones as Species 8472 lunged on them, derelict cubes, explosions… "You wouldn't have felt so magnanimous when Species 8472 took over Voyager and they were led to destroy the Alpha Quadrant!" Chakotay felt her sincerity, she truly believed her words, and he realised he did too, but he also knew that she wouldn't have regretted killing the creature under any circumstances.

The Captain obviously only saw the latter part of his observation in Seven's face and exploded. "You are stripped of all privileges and are not to access the ship's systems or leave this Cargo Bay without my permission, is that clear?"

"Yes." Seven replied monosyllabically. Chakotay mentally flinched under Janeway's glare but Seven didn't flicker an eyelid, only moving to step into her alcove when she was gone. She was so convinced of the rightness of her decision that she didn't care about reactions.

Now the visions moved onto the Mess Hall, Seven staring out into the stars, overcome with a crushing guilt which surprised him as he searched blindly for the source but it revealed itself in the face of an alien woman, pretty despite the Borg implants scarring her face. "I came to say goodbye to you Seven." She said softly.

"Why?" Seven replied, the weakness in her voice shocked Chakotay.

"Well, because you helped us."

"No I didn't!" Chakotay could feel her venting her guilt. "It's because of me that the three of you are trapped like this…"

The woman sighed, "I probably would've done the same if our situations were reversed."

Chakotay could feel Seven's nails digging the flesh from her palms behind her back as she replied, "Why won't you return to the Borg? You'd have your whole lives there, this way you'll die in a month…" The desperation in her voice saddened Chakotay even more, having realised the source of her guilt, she sounded like a child desperately trying to redeem herself.

"Wouldn't you exchange your life in the Collective for a month here on this ship in a nanosecond?" The woman countered.

Seven gave no answer, remaining silent as the woman left but Chakotay could hear her confused, guilt-ridden thoughts more vividly than ever. Would I? I'm not like them, the Collective won't leave me…

Again, in an instant, the visions changed, this time to something more familiar to Chakotay. A little girl sitting tilted back in a swing, so far that her long golden hair brushed the grass below. "Annika! Annika!" A giggle bubbled in the child's throat at the sound of the call and she jumped down to the ground with ease, running forward with a playful smile on her face…

Chakotay was jerked from this more pleasant memory by the sound of his own voice, "Seven of Nine! Annika! You remember being human, you are human! Wake up!"

Chakotay gulped in ragged gasps of air as he sat bolt upright in bed, coated in a sheen of sweat as he struggled to shake off her nightmare which was now somehow his.

A/n: Again, I'm sorry to have to re-publish this, but I hope that all of my regular readers will have patience with me and that any new readers of this story will review, thanks.