Okay, first I want to thank those that reviewed. You guys are awesome! Second, I want to apologize for taking so long to update. I've been a little busy. I think this chapter is okay, but it wasn't as good as I wanted it to be. Hope you like it anyway. I'll try to update faster next time.

...I don't think there's anything else to say, so here's the chapter.

When Seven entered the mess hall, she was surprised to find Neelix waiting for her with a drink in his hand.

"There you are, Seven! I've been waiting for you! Here, I programmed one of your supplements for you."

Seven raised an eyebrow as she took the drink. "How did you know I was coming?"

Neelix shrugged. "You haven't been here for quite some time, and I thought that when you finally did come, I should have something waiting for you."

Seven took a tentative sip of her drink and relaxed from her slightly apprehensive state when she found it tasted correct. "Why did you program my supplement instead of letting me do it myself? I am perfectly capable."

"I know, I guess I just wanted to be nice. Not many crewmembers take the time to be nice with you, you know."

Seven was slightly surprised to find that Neelix cared to notice, but didn't let it show on her face. She thanked him for the drink and finished it quickly. Feeling slightly uncomfortable with him watching her, she left the mess hall and headed back to Astrometrics.

-

Back in Engineering, B'Elanna was worrying. And for the first time in her life, it wasn't about the warp core or some piece of equipment. It was about an actual person.

Seven.

She's a robot. She's got those nanoprobes in her blood. They'll help her stay healthy, and sooner or later, she'll get her mind straight. She'll be fine.

But no matter how much she tried to reassure herself, she didn't feel any better.

Finally, she gave up and went back to work, planning to forget this as she buried herself in information.

-

When her shift was over, B'Elanna decided to go check on Seven in Astrometrics. As expected, the Borg was still working diligently. B'Elanna sighed, and returned to her quarters. She couldn't bring herself to talk to the Borg just yet.

As she lay on her bed, B'Elanna was deep in thought. It was normal to worry about a crewmate, but the way she kept worrying about Seven… it was unnatural.

She heard the door open, and turned over so her face was pressing into the pillow.

"Go away, Tom."

"C'mon, what's wrong now?"

"Nothing…"

"It doesn't sound like nothing."

B'Elanna sat up to face Tom, an annoyed look on her face. "I'm just feeling a little stressed out right now, okay?" She sighed and fell back on the pillow. "Just a little tense. I'll be fine."

Tom nodded. "I'll leave you alone, then, just in case it gets dangerous," he joked. Then, growing more serious, "I'll see you tomorrow, then?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Tom."

"No prob. Night, B'Elanna."

When the door closed behind Tom, B'Elanna felt slightly for being alone, but also felt a small urge of wanting a person to be there with her. This was too confusing…

-

When it was time for her to get up, it took B'Elanna a long time to pull herself out of bed, and she ended up being ten minutes late for her shift. Apart from a few surprised looks, no one mentioned it. She had never been late before, and no one wanted to set her off by asking what it was about, in case it was personal.

"B'Elanna, why are you late?" Apparently Tom didn't have a problem with asking her.

"I was just tired this morning, that's all," B'Elanna replied as she looked over the reports on how well the various parts of the engine room were functioning.

Tom rolled his eyes. "You can't expect me to believe that, B'Elanna."

"I do. Now leave me alone."

"What are you worrying about?"

B'Elanna paused in what she was doing and eyed Tom carefully. "What makes you think I'm worrying about something?"

"You're always obsessed with me leaving you alone when you're worrying." Tom lowered his voice. "I heard about Seven. Is that what's got you so tense?"

B'Elanna sighed. "It's not normal to worry this much, Tom. I just don't know how to deal with a Borg who wants perfection and is willing to hurt herself to gain what she think is it." She blinked. "That was a mouthful."

Tom nodded, smiling slightly. "Yeah. But you know Seven. She'll probably realize it's not the "right" way to gain perfection and she'll get over it. Everything'll be okay, so you can stop worrying."

B'Elanna shrugged. "I guess you're right. I'll check on her after my shift."

"Great idea. I have to get back to the bridge now, so I'll see you later."

"Later, Tom." B'Elanna promptly shook all thoughts from her head and started to work.

After only a few minutes, however, she found herself becoming distracted and sighed exasperatedly. It seemed she wasn't going to get any work done until she talked to the Borg. Turning on her heel, she strode out of Engineering.

-

B'Elanna headed towards Astrometrics, ignoring the looks she was getting. True, she didn't leave her post much unless it was important, but that didn't mean they could just stand there and stare.

When she reached Astrometrics, Seven glanced up at her, looking confused.

"Is there something I can help you with, Lieutenant?" she asked. B'Elanna shrugged.

"Just checking up on you. So, how're you doing? Did you regenerate last night?"

"I am functioning just fine, Lieutenant. I do not see why you keep bothering me."

B'Elanna hesitated. "..I'm just… worried about you," she said softly. Seven looked more confused than before.

"Why would you be worried about me?" she asked.

"Because what you're doing to yourself isn't healthy!" B'Elanna exclaimed. "I don't care if you're Borg, you're still going to get hurt if you keep this up!"

The Borg eyed her uncertainly for a moment before tapping her combadge.

"Seven of Nine to Captain Janeway."

"What is it, Seven?"

"Please instruct Lieutenant Torres to leave Astrometrics."

"Why? Is she bothering you?"

"…She is harassing me."

"Is there a reason for her being in Astrometrics?"

"No."

"Then you can tell her to leave. Janeway out."

B'Elanna looked incredulous. "Seven-"

"You heard what the captain said. Leave now."

For a moment, it looked like B'Elanna wasn't going anywhere, but finally she sighed.

"Fine. I won't come near you until this is over. Later."

Of course, you might well be dead when it's over, she thought bitterly as she left.