Okay, first, I want to thank those that reviewed- you guys are awesome. Second, sorry this took so long and that it's not that long, but I've gotten a little stuck. I'm getting some ideas, but the next chapter might crawl too. Let's hope I get some inspiration.

I think you guys might like this chapter. I'm not REALLY proud with how I ended the chapter, but it sounded like a good place and stop, and I was also kinda stuck- I'll work really hard on the next chapter and try to get it up sooner. :) Please be nice to me and review?

It didn't take long for B'Elanna to catch up with Seven. The Borg didn't notice her, though, being preoccupied with other things.

"Seven, look at me."

Surprisingly, the Borg stopped and turned to face her.

"Yes, Lieutenant?"

"What did you dream about that got you so upset?"

Seven paused a moment before shaking her head.

"Irrelevant. It is over now and will not happen again, so it does not matter."

"You don't know that," B'Elanna said sternly. "And it does matter. You shouldn't have to go through nightmares whenever you sleep. Just tell me and maybe we can fix it."

Seven hesitated, and B'Elanna persisted. "It wouldn't be good for your work if you were distracted."

After a few seconds of thought, the Borg nodded. "That is true," she admitted, "but I am unwilling to share my dream with anyone."

"I can understand that. But if we go somewhere private and I promise not to tell anyone, would you tell me?"

"…I will comply. Can we speak in the cargo bay?"

B'Elanna nodded. "Anywhere you want."

-

When they entered the cargo bay, B'Elanna noticed Seven carefully avoid her alcove. That would definitely be something to ask about.

"So, how did it start?" she asked, trying not to sound impatient.

"It started out on the bridge, and I was at a console working on equations. They meant nothing, but it was… satisfying to complete them nonetheless. Then my implants started to cause me pain, so I went to sickbay." Seven paused.

"The Doctor was not acting… normal, however. He was acting rude. I felt uncomfortable, and went to find you in Engineering. You said that I must wait before you could help me, and I did so, but then you started acting… unusual. Nicer than you usually are. Then another crewman told you not to "waste your emotions" on me, and so I left."

Seven looked over at the alcove, an odd expression on her face. "I came back to the cargo bay… and cried. The Doctor must have woken me after that."

B'Elanna was feeling slightly upset by what she had heard. Seven had cried… She walked over to the Borg and hugged her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Why are you sorry? You had nothing to do with this."

"I know. I just am." B'Elanna hadn't let go.

"Lieu… tenant? Could you let go?"

B'Elanna blushed and did so. "Sorry, Seven… Umm… maybe I should go…"

Before Seven could say anything, B'Elanna had left, and the Borg was alone again.

Maybe she should regenerate. It would certainly get the Doctor and B'Elanna off her back. But… the scene from her dream was making her hesitant.

She quickly dismissed it as being illogical, and stepped onto the dais of her alcove. She would regenerate, and it would be normal. There was nothing to worry about.

Seven closed her eyes, and the regeneration cycle began.

-

She found herself on a Borg cube. The drones took no notice of her- she couldn't tell if that was good or not.

…But she wasn't a drone. Shouldn't they be trying to assimilate her?

A foreboding feeling went through her, and she held up her hands to look at them.

The skin was pale, almost white, and metal completely encased them both. With a quick glance down, Seven saw the rest of her body encased in Borg metal as well.

A sense of panic filled her and she looked back up into the face of- another drone?

Seven stepped backward quickly, and the drone did, too. She frowned. The drone did also, and her eyes widened in horror. It confirmed what she had been dreading.

The drone was her.

-

"Computer, end cycle."

Seven's eyes opened to see B'Elanna standing in front of her.

"Lieutenant? Why are you-"

"I couldn't leave you alone," B'Elanna said quickly. "Not after what happened."

Seven was surprised. She hadn't been expecting B'Elanna to stay.

"I know this is unexpected, but just let somebody be nice to you for once! I'm sorry, Seven, I'm just worried about you, and I'm feeling all these things that I don't get, and…"

She stood there for a moment, looking nervous, then quickly went up to Seven and kissed her.

When she backed away, Seven raised a hand to her mouth, looking confused.

"Kissing," she recited. "An act of showing affection." She looked at B'Elanna uncertainly. "Why would you show affection towards me?"

"I don't know, Seven… Emotions aren't logical- you can't explain them. And even though a real Klingon wouldn't ever admit it… I think I'm feeling love."

"Love," Seven repeated. "Love is irrelevant."

"No, Seven," B'Elanna said. "Remember what you told me earlier? That you were trying to be perfect? And when I asked if it was for a person, you said it was "irrelevant" too, but that doesn't mean that you weren't doing for somebody. Just please tell me what's going through your head. I want to understand."

Seven stayed quiet for a moment. "I am still unsure of my reasons for obtaining perfection. All I know is that they changed from what they originally were. They might have included you. I do not know. Your admitting attraction to me is unexpected, and I do not understand why you feel this way."

B'Elanna shook her head. "Seven… I don't know why I feel this way either, but I also don't understand why you don't know why you're doing this to yourself. I can accept you not feeling the same way, but at least stop hurting yourself."

Seven hesitated. "I will consider this… please allow me time to think."

B'Elanna nodded. "Take all the time you need, Seven. I can wait."

Once B'Elanna had left, Seven sat down, determined to figure this out. What were the usual objections when humans discovered they were liked by someone?

Gender wasn't a problem, and nor was species in this circumstance. The only two objections seemed to be that A- she was a Borg, and weren't Borg supposed to be emotionless? And B- Seven could not find any reason why B'Elanna would like her. She went over different aspects of herself, and could not find one that did anything but make her and the half-Klingon annoyed at each other.

It didn't even occur to her to think about how she felt.