(A/N: Sorry for the hugely long wait! However, if someone is excited or anything about this, the next chapter will probably have a similarly-long wait. Sorry.)

Seven tapped at a console in Astrometrics quickly and efficiently. She didn't turn when the door opened, she didn't turn at the muffled 'ouch!' when it closed, but when she heard a voice shout "Happy Halloween!", she turned around. She then turned back to her console and continued working. Seven was too busy for trivial interruptions.

The 'lion' wandered up to her. "Hey," said the front. "We brought you candy."

"I do not need a nutritional supplement at this time."

"Well, you could take it now and eat it later."

"Candy is unhealthy."

"C'mon, it's Halloween!" the lion pleaded.

Seven paused and cocked her head. "Halloween. An Earth holiday in which children wear costumes and demand candy from strangers. The Borg have no equivalent."

"There's more to it than that." The lion paused, then leaned in toward the ex-drone. "Seven, you aren't wearing a costume."

"I am not a child."

"So? It's a human tradition."

"I have no costume."

"We're carrying a spare."

"'We'?"

Another voice, this one emanating from the lion's rump, spoke. "Hi. It's, uh, me. Harry."

"Hello, Harry." Seven turned back to the front, which she presumed contained Tom Paris. "Very well, I will comply. Give me the costume."

Tom's arm emerged from the lion's mouth and dropped an object into Seven's outstretched hand. She examined it. The object was round, red, about an inch and a half across, and made of foam rubber. "Put it on your nose," suggested Tom.

She did so. "Is this acceptable?"

"Oh, yes." There was a snicker. "and we figured you'd object to ordinary candy so we brought you something else." The arm emerged again and dropped a small paper packet in her hand.

"What is it?"

Tom's voice sounded affronted. "Why, it's only the thing the Borg have been searching for all these years and centuries. It's only the pure essence of perfection."

Harry spoke up. "They're white chocolate truffles."

"Thank you." Seven put down the packet. "Perhaps I will eat them later."

"Alright, see ya'". They made it to the door without knocking anything over, but when they reached it, the front stopped. The back legs walked straight into it, leading to a brief hemorrhaging of candy, as it spilled from whatever it was they were carrying it in. They picked it up, which took a while as they were both bumping into each other and the costume was close enough that it was hard to bend over. Seven waited patiently for them to finish.

Once they had retrieved the better part of their candy, (and kicked the rest under various consoles for Seven to have to get later), Tom asked "Where are the kids?"

"They are with the Doctor. However, if I guess your intentions correctly, you may visit them in Cargo Bay Two in three hours."

"What are they doing with him?"

"They wanted to wear costumes today, for some unfathomable reason. The Doctor is helping them with it. You will see in three hours."

"Alright, great. See you then Seven!"

Seven turned back to her work and didn't watch them go through the doors.