A/N: Here are some scenes I never used largely because the story went in a different direction. The chapters from where they were taken are approximate and some scenes have no context. These scenes are not fully fleshed out nor have they been proofread to the usual standard. But I think they are fun nonetheless. They'll tide you over until I start the next story, which won't be too long a wait.

Time Enough

Deleted Scenes

This was deleted early from one of the first three chapters:

"Of course, I have had intercourse, Kathryn."

"Oh?"

"Yes, first Commander Chakotay...." Kathryn's eyes grew golf-sized. "Lt. Paris...." Her mouth parted slightly. "And finally Ensign Kim." Her eyebrows shot up.

The Captain kept her face placid as she considered this new information. She herself only got Paris and that was because she possessed a small reptilian brain at the time. Mostly. Of course, the other reason was she found them wanting somehow. She never understood how until the possibility of sex with Seven of Nine. Wanting is the wrong word, she thought, tapping a finger to her lips. They had. What they needed was to lack.

Finally, the Captain raised an eyebrow in surprise but that Seven mistook for admiration.

"I do not consider it an achievement," Seven pronounced matter-of-factly.

"What exactly do you consider it?" The Captain leaned forward on an elbow, her attention more rapt than she wanted it to appear.

"Thirty minutes wasted on the holodeck," she replied in a monotone. The Captain studied the Borg's face for hints of humor, but found only an empty slate looking back at her. Surely, I have misunderstood, she thought.

"You mean, the setting was on a holodeck?"

"That, too."

"You are saying the men were—"

"Holograms, yes, Kathryn. Facsimiles. Photonic duplicates. Light and—"

"Thank you, Seven. I think I understand. Thirty minutes for three is—"

"Four. There were four of us."

"At one time?" Kathryn's voice became shrill. Even in the tensest negotiations she'd never allowed her voice or her expression to betray her personal thoughts. But then again, she also was not talking about sex with someone she wanted to have sex with.

"In succession."

Kathryn sat back. "That's ten minutes each." She couldn't hide the amusement in her voice and hoped that it was far too subtle for Seven to understand.

"That is incorrect. For Lt. Paris, it was five-point-four-three minutes. Apparently, he considered it a race." Seven did not attempt to hide the disgust in her voice.

Kathryn leaned forward again. She knew this was puerile and really could be grossly misrepresented by the holograms representing the real individuals. But it was still fascinating.

"Commander Chakotay performed in twelve-point-two minutes."

"That leaves the balance for—"

"Ensign Kim."

"Did you use the entire allotted time for him?"

"We used approximately ninety-five-point-five-zero percent of the balance, which would represent—"

"Thank you, Seven. So...did any of them please you?"

Seven cocked her head to one side. "Define please."

Kathryn studied Seven's face for long minutes. The ex-Borg was not given to jocularity, that Kathryn knew of, particularly vulgar ones. Kathryn's eyes went wide with the realization. "Did you...did you orgasm, Seven?"

"I have studied that term and comprehend the words. However, I do not believe that I have experienced orgasm. No."

Unbelievable, Kathryn thought. "Not with anyone?"

"Commander Chakotay, Lt. Paris and Ensign Kim are the only ones I have copulated with, Kathryn."

"The holograms?"

"Yes."

Ah, the Captain thought. She understood. Seven was a virgin for all intents and purposes. That placed a huge burden on her shoulders, should they ever decide to move forward with their relationship.

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This was also deleted from the early draft.

Seven stood up, contemplating a reply. Then she turned to stare down at the Captain. "If you require daily gratitude, then I have neglected you one thousand, two hundred twenty-two point four days."

"Whenever you'd like to catch up on your homework, let me know." She had quietly begged to kiss Seven's foot earlier, though she believed the Borg was oblivious. Her training was telling her she was about to break Starfleet regulations five ways from Sunday. But by-damn, her heart didn't want to walk away from this door Seven had opened.

Seven looked straight at the Captain. "I terminated Commander Chakotay."

Kathryn gave her a sympathetic look. "I know," she whispered. "I'm sorry."

"I am not. His comments generated chaos here." Seven touched her heart with her human hand. "Consequently, I have unscheduled recreational time."

"I'll do my part."

Seven gave the Captain a knowing look. "Yes, I believe you will." She turned to go look for Dani and over her shoulder, whispered. "Cappie."

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From the Conference Scene in Chapter 4, where Janeway informs the senior staff who will be on the Mencari away mission:

The Doctor sighed heavily. "You act like two people having a baby is such a strange thing." The photonic thumped his own chest. "I've even had a child with Seven, if you'll recall." He ignored the gasps and the piercing Borg glare. "It was interesting in the scientific sense," he mused, staring upward.

"Technically, Doctor," Janeway said curtly. "It was Seven and Lt. Mulcahy—"

"It was my mobile emitter that made it possible." The Doctor's tart response was more acidic than usual. "My point, Captain, is to allay those vibes I've been told about."

"Vibes? Explain!" Seven rarely showed emotion, but perhaps the day was much for her.

"Vibes," he repeated. "Undertow. Currents of emotion in a room." He gazed about. "Like now." He pointed to Commander Chakotay. "The would be suitor, spurned by—"

"Doctor!" Janeway said, leaping from her chair! She pinched the bridge of her nose. "This is not the time for your charming analysis."

He arched another brow. "I really don't understand why everyone is so uptight about reproduction. It happens. Every day. Multiple times a day." He placed an elbow in his hand, while stroking his lips. "I've read countless sex studies in the databases about the—"

"Doctor," Janeway growled. "If I have to call you down once more, I will have Lt. Torres hand you your mobile emitter in pieces so small you'll need nanoprobes to find them. Get me?"

The Doctor made to speak, but his self-preservation sub-routines kicked in and he closed his mouth again. After another moment, he said contritely: "I'm sorry, Captain. I am just trying to explain that sex and reproduction are as natural as bowel movements and masturbation."

The last word was greeted with a silence colder than the Orion Nebula. His face lit up with another thought as he pointed to Lt. Paris. "Tom, even you and the Captain had children, for Zimmerman's sake."

Tom chanced a glance at the Captain, who tweaked an eye at the smirk touching his lips. The humorous comeback disappeared from his tongue instantly.

Janeway leaned forward on the table, her elbow pivoted to point an accusing finger. "Shut up, Doctor," she said, exaggerating every syllable. "That's an order."

The Doctor pulled his mouth into a prim line and sat back in his chair.

Janeway let her hand drop and lowered her gaze, giving herself a few moments to compose herself. "All right, then," she said, slowly raising her gaze. "So here's who will be with me...." Janeway looked down at her padd, obstensively to remember the names of the team. But the burning blue eyes were haunting her.

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Deleted from Chapter Four, after the senior staff briefing:

"Aroused?" The Captain added helpfully. She knew she was walking on thin ice, but Seven's reaction opened a realm of possibility Janeway had never thought possible before this. If nothing else good came from it, the Delta Quadrant meant the Captain could explore a relationship with someone that would be otherwise imprudent in Federation Space.

"Arouse. Verb. To stir sexually." She tipped her head, watching Janeway. In a similar fashion, Seven let her eyes caress down the Captain's body, lingering at the parted, smiling mouth, the small breasts under the Captain's black and red tunic and the union of her legs. Slowly she brought her eyes back up, absorbing more data. The Captain's increased respiration. The dilation of her pupils. Her own rush of blood to her face. "I believe you are blushing, Captain. Were you aroused by my open perusal of your person?"

"What do you think?"

"I would conclude that you are, as am I."

"I'm so glad we agree."

"How should we proceed?"

Janeway looked back at Dani, who had partially disassembled a padd. "First, we are going to save our equipment from her inquisitive little hands. Then we are going to talk to Dani about her the test. Then, perhaps as he reconfigures the exam, we may be able to discuss...." Janeway met Seven's piercing gaze. "This family...in a more private location." Her eyes snapped up to Seven, a small blush blossoming after the first had already subsided. "To consider our options."

"A private location as in...Cargo Bay Two?"

"No," the Captain said. "How would you feel about talking in my quarters?"

"That would be acceptable."

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Deleted Scene from Chapter Six

The Captain awkwardly stood by the replicator. She'd never had someone over to her quarters before, not another crewmember or a date. Certainly not the mother of my child, she thought wryly. "Would you care for something to drink?"

Seven clasped her hands behind her back, peering around at the austere quarters. It lacked any personal effects beyond the more peripheral part of her life. A picture of her family. One small memento. A miniature green tractor. The Captain lives for Voyager, Seven reminded herself. All others are subordinate to that, including her family. Seven finally looked back at the Captain. "No, Captain, I do not require nourishment at this time."

The older woman turned to the replicator, her forehead pressed to the back of her hand on the wall. "Coffee, black." She didn't care what her posture said about her. She'd just pulled a triple shift and she was exhausted. But Dani had to be a priority, until we returned her to the right timeline. Janeway surprised herself. She'd already come to a decision on the issue. Belatedly, she realized that Seven remained standing. "Seven, I apologize. I'm very good on the bridge, but quite ill-mannered here in my quarters. Please have a seat." She indicated a lone sofa, where they both sat like repelling magnets.

"Thank you, Captain." Seven sat, her back straight and her manner tentative.

"If we are going to be talking about our daughter, Seven, I think you should call me Kathryn." She studied the blonde intently as she sipped her drink.

"Very well, Kathryn." Suddenly Seven launched into the most pressing issue. "It is only logical that Dani will stay with you."

"Why is that?" Janeway said, almost choking.

Seven arched an eyebrow in astonishment. "You live here. I live in Cargo Bay Two."

Janeway's smile came to her. It was more for her absurd question and less for Seven's seriousness. But she was the captain and there was no way in hell that a child would be well suited to be her roommate. "I think I have a little pull with the brass. I could arrange for you to get a room."

Seven studied her intently, a look she'd never really given her before. Oh, she'd studied Janeway many times, especially after she was first severed from the Borg Collective. This stare was unnerving in a way that Janeway had not felt since her Academy days. "I was assimilated at Dani's current age, Kathryn. My memories of my parents are non-existent. I do not have the prerequisite knowledge to 'mother' a child."

Janeway placed her saucer and cup on the table beside her. "Did the Borg ever assimilate mothers? Fathers? Grandparents?"

"Those memories were discarded as irrelevant."

"To the Borg, maybe," Janeway conceded.

"Not maybe, Kathryn. The Borg does not reproduce sexually. We assimilate and very efficiently."

"Parenthood is messy," Kathryn said, leaning back on the couch with an elbow on the back. "It's painful and glorious and lasts a lifetime."

"Do you believe the Alternate Kathryn used that line of reasoning with my counterpart in that timeline?"

"It's not a line, Seven. It's reality."

Seven looked down as she rubbed her meshed-covered hand along her thigh. She continued to talk as if Kathryn had not spoken. "I do not believe she did. Otherwise, Dani would not exist."

Kathryn dipped her head in acknowledgement. Sometimes Seven of Nine was the most stubborn human being in the entire quadrant. No galaxy! The worst part, Kathryn thought, was Seven was always convinced she was correct. It was maddening, the Captain thought. Even when she was right, as she was now.

"You may be correct. But..." she said with a conspiratorial grin. "We'll never know. At least not in this timeline."

"When will you take possession of the child?"

The Captain had a vague feeling she'd been railroaded, though Seven's bland expression reassured her of the contrary. She'd always prided herself on being the one in charge during delicate diplomatic missions. But she'd never faced anyone as formidable as a former Borg drone cum fierce mother. "The Doctor will have to release her when he feels it is appropriate," she said thoughtfully. "But...." Kathryn watched the Borg carefully. "We are in this together."

"Of course, Kathryn." Seven stared straight at the Captain, after her acknowledgement. Janeway suddenly felt as if this were a chess game and she was about to lose more pieces.

"Very well. Then if I have to work double or triple shifts then—"

"I will be happy to stay with Dani. For the time being," Seven said evenly, as if to finally concede something to Kathryn. Seven noted how Kathryn's shoulders lost their tension, as the older woman threw her head back.

The Captain pinched the bridge of her nose between a finger and thumb.

"Captain," the younger woman said, switching roles. "Do you require an analgesic?"

"I require sleep, Seven. I've been going at it for thirty-six straight hours."

Seven watched the strong features of the Captain's face. She adored how strong her features were. They imparted strength, self-assurance...efficiency. Until a few days ago, Seven had not realized that they also imparted a certain smoldering sexuality that Kathryn was careful to keep hidden. Seven pondered if that quality of unequivocal sensuality were always bridled so mercilessly. Seven decided that she would begin to test that hypothesis experientially, purely for scientific knowledge, of course.

=/\=

Deleted scene from Chapter Eight, when Seven, Cappie and Dani are reunited with Paris and Tuvok in the docking bay aboard the Mencari ship.

A confident Seven, a phaser gun in hand, a hobbling Captain Janeway and their fiery child in tow made their way toward Paris and Lt. Tuvok. Tuvok knelt at gutted control panel, his slender fingers attempting to bypass the Mencari systems to open the cargo bay.

"You've got the swagger down, Seven," Paris said with an inappropriate smirk. "Now you just need the gun belt and starry badge."

She tipped her head, not readily able to place his allusion. "I fail to see the humor in our predicament, Lieutenant Paris."

He blew on the business end of his phaser, his smirk became a defiant grin.

The Captain sized up the man. Once again, the Admiral's son managed to squeak by a deadly encounter. "It's bravado, Seven," Janeway explained, meeting Paris' eye with a steely one of her own. "It's what men of the Wild West did when faced with overwhelming odds."

=/\=

Deleted Scene from Chapter 14

"Why don't I know the story behind Andy?" Kathryn asked.

"Because I have not related that story to you."

Seven was greeted with mock surprise.

"You are enjoying this position of authority," Kathryn declared with the assurance of a commanding voice. "But I still have one last weapon."

Seven leaned back, studying Kathryn's confident smirk. "What could you possibly—"

Kathryn drew out her answer, emphasizing every syllable. "Abstinence."

Seven's wide eyes made Kathryn laugh out loud, drawing others to regard them for a moment. "I could not possibly keep my hands—"

"—Or your mouth—"

"—Or any body part from touching yours. It is an impossibility."

Kathryn circled the lip of her cup with a finger, watching Seven realize the futility of holding out.

"Very well," she said. "I surrender."

Kathryn braced her arm on the back of Seven's chair, leaning close. "Surrender can be sweet." Her voice was gravelly and the words echoed, reverberating between her legs. "So 'fess up."

"I informed Dani that I had suffered a head injury and could not recall the circumstances surrounding the bequeathing of the Andy nickname."

"Uh huh."

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Deleted Scene From Chapter 15.

Dani and Grub were tossing stones into a bucket by the gate of the apartment complex when the Nessa and the other girls showed up. "Oh, look, girls," Nessa said. "It's Maggot and Borgie, together again."

The girls laughed while Grub just tried to squeeze his buoyant body into a smaller form. Dani narrowed her eyes on the Queen Nymph, as Grub called her. Nessa turned her green iridescent almond eyes to Dani, waiting for her to speak. "You got something to say?"

Dani tipped her head. "Naw," she said coolly. "My mother, Seven of Nine, tertiary Adjunct to Unimatrix Zero One, will say it for me."

Nessa turned a pale green and her antennae began to twitch. "That's against the law, you know."

"What is?"

Nessa studied Dani, growing increasingly agitated by her self-confidence. She didn't rattle like Grub. The game wasn't as much fun if she wasn't going to react as expected. "Assimilation."

"What are you talkin' about? I never said that." Dani turned slightly toward Grub. "Then, a drone will insert her assimilation tubules right....here." Dani poked her neck near the jugular with her index and middle fingers.

Grub grimaced. "Does that hurt?"

"For a second," she said, keeping her eyes on Nessa. "Then you don't feel anything, except these tiny machines breaking out all over your face and body."

"It doesn't hurt?"

"No, you can't feel it," she explained. "But it's like you're a prisoner in your own body. You get what's happening, but you can't control anything...except the screaming in your head."

Nessa shivered and turned to the other three. "C'mon girls," she said, brushing past them quickly. "These freaks aren't even worth the effort."

As they walked past, Dani waved. "Bye, girls," she said. "Keep those pretty necks of yours wrapped tight. Ever heard of Borg bats?"

They stopped and Nessa turned around. "You're making that up!"

"I read about it in the Journal To Preserve Organic Life," she said convincingly. "So many species to assimilate, so little time. So they've deployed Borg bats that live in the caves just...." Dani pointed just west of them. "Over there in those caves. They come out at night to search for victims."

Nessa's eyes widened. "No, they don't."

"Have you ever seen your friend Birgeeda again?"

"She moved away to Songlee City," Nessa replied.

"That's what the Deputies want you to think, Nessa. They don't want you kids rioting."

"How do you know this?"

"My mom told me," she said. "She's still friendly with stray Borg cubes, you know."

"I don't believe you," she hissed.

Dani shrugged. "I don't care," she replied. "Think about it. Who does the tune-ups on her implants?" She raised an eyebrow just her mother Kathryn would, lending credence to her claims.

"When Birgeeda assimilates you, just remember. I warned you."

After the girls left, Grub laughed. "They won't believe you tomorrow."

"Maybe not," she replied. "But they'll have terrible nightmares today."

=/\=

Deleted from one of the Gweelee chapters. Originally Dani was enrolled in a Gweelee school after a truant officer visited Mrs. O'Nine to inquire of her daughter's education:

The women watched as Dani walked toward her class.

"She looks so small," Kathryn said dejectedly.

"She is exactly fifty seven centimeters, Kathryn. Regardless of distance. It is an illusion."

"My mother used to say that Phoebe and I grew up so fast. I thought it was absurd. But now...."

"Perhaps we should have another then."

Janeway's head snapped up, frowning at the amusement dancing in blue eyes. "That's not funny, Seven."

"I was not attempting singular wit, Kathryn. I was merely presenting a feasible solution for this dilemma regarding childhood time dilation."

"You don't fool me. You know exactly what reaction you will get and that is why you say it." Janeway took Seven's hand and they strolled back leisurely to the apartment.

Seven pulled Janeway's arm, brining the smaller woman to her chest. People milled past them, unaware or uninterested in their display. "Seven," Janeway said, looking around. "We're in the middle of a chicken market."

Seven took Janeway's chin between a thumb and finger, pulling her up. When their mouths touched, Janeway yelped into Seven's mouth when she felt her tongue. "Seven," she whispered. "We're...."

"We will have the entire apartment to ourselves, Kathryn," she replied. "No child to watch...."

Janeway's eyes became giant planets. She spun around, taking Seven's hand and pulling the younger woman along. "Let's hurry."

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