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"Doctor? um, are you present?" Seven asks as she enters sickbay, forcefully trying to sound professional.
"Hm?" the Doctor looks over from thinking in his chair, "Seven!" he immediately sits upright "what are you doing up at this hour? you should've been regenerating ages ago, we've gone over-"
"Save me the lecture, Doctor, I'm here for a good reason." Seven assures him "I think I've figured out a way to clear our names of Ensign Kim's murder."
"What?" the Doctor gapes in a scoffing manner "our names don't need to 'be cleared', we didn't do it."
"But people think we did." Seven counters.
"That doesn't matter, they have no proof!" the Doctor insists "and since we didn't do it, and are therefore certainly not going to continue it, there's no way for anyone to even potentially find proof, our current situation is fine enough as it is, we don't require any help."
"Uh, well, even so I believe that I might be able to at least help figure out the legitimate cause of Ensign Kim's death." Seven claims "but to do so, I will require access to your mobility subroutines."
"What? why?" the Doctor asks, confused.
"Because I require it in order to test my theory." Seven stresses "and if said theory is correct, then we'll be able to prevent anyone else from sharing Harry's fate."
"What is the th-wait, it's 'Harry' now?" the Doctor cuts himself off "what happened to 'Ensign Kim'? since when were the two of you ever close?"
"Doctor." Seven raises her voice defensively "pay attention to what's important."
"Oh fine, whatever." the Doctor rolls his eyes "so what is your theory anyway?"
"I can't tell you, I need to be sure first." Seven dodges the question "if it's correct, I will inform you immediately."
"And what if it's incorrect?" the Doctor asks.
"Then it's irrelevant and explaining it to you would be a waste of both our time." Seven quips impatiently.
The Doctor heaves a frustrated breath.
"I don't know, Seven." the Doctor states "you're acting a little strange, which leads me to believe that you're probably just tired and not thinking entirely straight, it would make me feel better if you regenerated first, can't we continue this in the morning?"
"No, we can't." Seven answers firmly "I must know tonight, it would only take a minute, please, Doctor."
"Ugh, Seven...!" the Doctor whines "you're making this very difficult-"
"Trust me." Seven stresses "you do trust me, don't you?"
"Of course I do, but if you're not well-" the Doctor heaves.
"You don't trust me." Seven says flatly.
"No! I do, really, Seven." the Doctor insists.
"Then allow me to access your mobility subroutines." Seven demands.
"...ugh, fine." the Doctor gives in, just not wanting to deal with it anymore "just make it quick, then either tell me your idea or go back to bed."
"Thank you, Doctor." Seven nods as she shoves his chair aside and hops on his desk computer, quickly finding the mobility subroutines "I'm glad you're making this so easy for me, I really didn't want to go through the trouble of finding another way to get you out of the picture."
"What?" the Doctor's confused, suddenly his holographic body fizzes like it does every time something effects it in any way, and he looks down at himself in surprise "I can't move!"
"Except for your head, that you can move all you want, so long as it's still attached to the rest of you." Seven points out as she gets off of the computer.
"Why!? Seven, what is this!? what do you think you're doing!?" the Doctor demands.
"Shut up, Doc." Seven orders "or maybe I'll take your mouth away from you as well."
"B-but...! I...!" the Doctor doesn't know what to say, so he watches silently as Seven retrieves a large capsule and rolls it closer to the desk, she pushes a couple buttons on the side and the top half of the capsule goes from a dull, solid white to being clear as glass, if not more clear, inside the capsule is Harry Kim's body, still dead and void of worth to anybody, ready for star consumption at any time Janeway commands it.
"Uh, Seven...?" the Doctor starts, even more confused now as Seven just stares down at the corpse intently "what are you doing?"
"Isn't he beautiful, Doc?" Seven asks "so young, so innocent..."
"...you didn't molest him, did you?" the Doctor asks in awe.
Seven shoots him a glare before turning back to the body, "He had it so hard." she laments "he didn't deserve this life, he was a good kid, he shouldn't have been so needlessly thrown to you monsters, Janeway, Chakotay, Torres, he deserved better."
"Okay, now this is really getting weird." the Doctor comments, disturbed "if you were so concerned about his well-being, which you never seemed to be until now, then why did you never do anything about it?"
"Because, Doc, I was a monster too, I still am, deep inside." Seven explains "a filthy borg drone, treated better than this genuine human being ever was, it's really quite disgusting, but hey, in the end, it's he who will get the last laugh, his dying wish has been granted, and the revenge has already begun."
"What in the space-world are you talking about!?" the Doctor demands "have you lost your mind!? insulting yourself, praising him, dying wishes, revenge, calling me 'Doc', nothing you're saying has any sense to it!"
"Are you really that stupid, Doc?" Seven asks without looking up from Harry's body "I'm rather disappointed in you, has all this time in space really taught you nothing? I would think you'd have gotten it through your head by now, nothing is as it seems, and if you ever can't explain something, a wild answer that fits it all together is usually the correct one."
"I don't think there's a wild guess alive that could explain this." the Doctor comments, racking his holographic brain "unless... no, that can't be... but... it... how would... no, it can't... you can't... I don't... unless..." he slowly looks at Seven in amazement "you're not... Harry, are you?"
Seven's expressionless face slowly transforms into mischievous smile, "Took you long enough, didn't it." she comments.
"You are." the Doctor gasps "but how? for how long?"
"Well since I'm going to need to delete your program anyway, there's no harm in telling you." Seven shrugs "I was in the hall, cursing all of you, when I was attacked by some sort of energy-based being, it kicked my consciousness out of my body and left me in the hall, it took me a few hours to figure out how to travel, but I did, and I discovered that the event was really a blessing in disguise, now I can take control of other people and make them do my bidding, and once I'm done with them they forget everything I made them do, it's the perfect set-up, almost, pretty much, the only thing wrong with it is the fact that some people are more susceptible to me than others, meaning I have to be careful with how I use my time and energy, for instance, Seven put up a struggle, and even now I'm finding it pretty hard to hold her down, I'll have to leave her before long, and probably rest a bunch after that, but for now I can manage alright, so yeah, as I was saying, she's somebody who resides on the 'resistant' side of the scale, you wanna know someone who doesn't? Chakotay, he was so easy it was almost relaxing, I could've stayed in him for hours, maybe even days, it was pathetic."
"Hm, no surprise there." the Doctor comments, he would shrug if he could "so you're going to try to mess up all our lives because you weren't happy with yours? is that your plan? 'cause if so, I must say that is a very poor and petty ambition, why not use your newfound power to just depart, like Kes did? find somewhere that you can be happy, leave Voyager in peace, I might even be able to help you, if you let me."
I swear, the moment I find some way to contain you, I will lock your treacherous little consciousness up for eternity. the Doctor thinks as he blinks his pretty brown eyes at Seven pleadingly.
"Sorry, Doc, you blew your chances of that the moment you decided to let me suffer." Seven responds, taking a phaser out of a drawer and messing with it's controls "now you're going to die, and everything you've accomplished will be for nothing."
"Ugh..." the Doctor rolls his eyes irritably, after a moment a new question crosses his mind "wait a moment, is the entity that did this to you still inside your corpse?"
"Yep, and he's a dead man too." Seven nods "you see, I'm instinctively drawn back to my body, I feel the urge constantly, a need to reenter it and take it back from the being who did this, it's calling to me, begging me, but I don't want to, I know that if I do then I'll be trapped in it again, unable to leave, unable to get my revenge, so I won't, I resist the urge with all my might, but I won't need to for long, I'm going to destroy my body, along with the being inside it, to shut it up for good and get rid of these damn instincts."
"Would that even work?" the Doctor questions.
"I don't know, but it's worth a shot." Seven shrugs "what's important is just that I never, ever return to it, so that I'll never suffer again, and can take my revenge on the rest of you."
"Well what about Seven?" the Doctor asks "you talk as if she's still inside you, but the entity kicked you out of your body, so how does that work?"
"The entity threw me out for convenience, it's easier to control a body if you remove the former host entirely." Seven explains "however, the last thing I need right now is Seven taking over somebody else and explaining what happened to the others, so I have her locked down inside me, she's trying to escape, but she won't be able to, not in time anyway."
"Well, why is your body a corpse and not a walking talking Harry Kim, if it's possessed by the entity the same way you're possessing Seven?" the Doctor asks.
"The being was alien, Doc, I don't think it's figured out how to control humans yet, and even if it did it's in stasis right now, so if I open the capsule up he might spring to his feet and fight back, and I can't have that, so I'm just going to put this down on here..." Seven says as she finishes setting the phaser to explode and places it on top of the capsule "...and I'm going to walk away, and then I'll listen for the boom as it blasts him and your database to bits, so goodbye, Doc, it wasn't nice knowing you, I won't shed a tear, but I'll laugh, I'll laugh a lot." Seven starts to turn back towards the door.
"Seven! bust out, you need to save me! help! HELP!" the Doctor screams like a bitch.
"I told you, she can't, now shut up and accept your fate." Seven stops and orders over her shoulder, her voice had a tiny hint of unease to it.
"NEVAAAR!" the Doctor shouts "come on, Seven, you can beat him, he's Harry Kim! bottom of the barrel, last in the race, runt of the litter, if he was man enough to have any children of his own they'd beat him up on a regular basis using nothing but their mother's genes!"
"Take that ba-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHCK!"-Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Seven screams as cyan lightning erupts from her chest, it dances and struggles to turn back around and reenter her, but she uses her bare hands to block and shove it away best she can, more and more of it spills out of her, flailing wildly and causing many minor damages to the area of sickbay around her.
"Doctor...!" Seven calls as she struggles, she sounded calm considering the situation, but also tired "listen closely, there's not much time: due to my monitor implants I have retained memory of every act Ensign Kim has committed while controlling my physical being, I know that he has betrayed Voyager and must be stopped, I am now remotely deactivating a series of nanoprobes he injected into the captain earlier, permanently, with her freedom secured she will undoubtedly go to red alert, every security unit on the ship will be searching for me, in other words, help will arrive soon, be ready to explain the situation to them when they do."
"What if the phaser goes off by then!?" the Doctor stresses "there's no time to wait and see, you need to take care of it now."
Seven represses a frustrated groan and begins struggling to limp her way towards the capsule, still fighting off the cyan lightning as she goes.