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Rating: 'M' for later chapters and also cuz I want to be on the safe side.

Pairing: B'Elanna Torres and Seven of Nine 9 (of course)

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AN: All the Klingon words I have refered from .com and the dictionary provided there. A few words that I could not find, I made up.

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And now.......

Chapter 4:-

Seven didn't know if it had been seconds, minutes, hours or even days. But what she did know was that the oppressive darkness and silence was finally fading away. Seven noticed the flickering light when she finally opened her eyes. She realized that she had begun to wake up when she heard a murmur of a voice telling her that it was time to rise.

Getting up, Seven took stock of her surroundings. She realized that she was not in Kathless's cave any longer. She found a number of animal skins on the rough wooden cot she had slept on, which kept her very warm and comfortable. A camp-fire was burning not more than 2 feet away from her with the carcass of what used to be some animal roasting away on the pit.

Before she could even get to her feet, a voice made its owner's presence known.

"So you finally awaken from slumber child?"

The voice belonged to a klingon woman in blood red robes, seated at the other side of the camp-fire. Seven frowned, wondering how she could possibly miss the woman when she had looked directly at the camp-fire.

"State your designation." intoned Seven in her Borg monotone, which she hadn't used in quite a long time. Inwardly she cringed, '47 years as a human and I still end up doing that,' Seven mentally scolded herself.

The klingon woman responded with a hearty laugh that echoed in the large cavern. "You come to me praying for help, instead you ask me my name! Very well child, I will humour you just this once. I am Kev'lan. Now if you dare ask 'Kev'lan who, I will rip your heart out and feed it to my Targ." growled the klingon woman with a bit of humour behind her words.

As the woman's words registered in her mind, "The ritual worked." Seven realized with a bit of awe in her voice as she finally got to her feet.

"Yes it worked." came the reply, "I have judged you and found you worthy. Your heart speaks true, child. Your family should not have suffered the way they did after all that they had selflessly done. It is dishonourable and hence I give you one, just this one chance to correct it. But heed my warning well child, meddling with time has consequences. Do not expect everything to be the same as before. You want to tear the fabric of time and weave it to your choosing. There will be knots in the fabric where you make changes and that will affect the universe as you have known it. Weave well Seven of Nine, daughter of Kathryn, there is much at stake."

Kev'lan said, delivering her warning in a grave tone of voice. Then with a dismissive wave of her hand she said, "Go!"

"Before I go may I ask two questions?" asked Seven.

Kev'lan eyed her critically for several long moments. Seven was about to turn away and start finding a way to get where Kev'lan had allowed her to go to, when Kev'lan ordered, "Ask."

Seven bowed her head gratefully and asked, "When am I being sent to? The date?"

"When you get there figure it out yourself. Use your Borg enhanced brains girl." snarked Kev'lan in a way only mothers could. "Your second question?"

"What has happened of Michael and Resse Janeway?"

"I do not know, they are not born as yet." Kev'lan spoke as she stood up and with another wave of her hand she ordered, "Now Go!"

With that Seven once again found herself heading for the darkness of unconsciousness.