Beverly Crusher watched, as Commander Seven of Nine stormed into the sickbay, with a child in her arms. The sight itself was remarkable. Somehow she could never imagine the cold, distant woman with a child in her arms. The ex-borg's facial expression wasn't exactly motherly, but so violent, that made the nurses run to the odd pair. Seven of Nine almost tossed the little child to the closest biobed, and callously tore her uniform from the child's clutching hand. The girl began to cry.

"Mommy..."

"Commander?" Beverly asked surprised.

"This child suddenly appeared on the bridge. The Captain wants to know, whether she is a normal child, or a Q" she explained dryly, but it was evident, even for Beverly, that under her cold demeanor emotions were running high. Watching her eyes the doctor could see her deep bitterness, and the urge of escaping the situation.

The girl was screaming for her mother, she stretched out her arms towards the woman she believed to be her mother. The nurses couldn't soothe her. Everybody felt sorry for the little one, everybody, but Seven of Nine. Her face was straight, and dismissive.

"Hold her, please" Beverly asked the Commander. "I can't examine her, until she calms down."

"No" she answered in cold voice. "If you can't examine her like this, I recommend you to give her a sedative."

Beverly thoroughly watched the reluctant Commander, and the screaming girl. She had to decide.

"Commander, would you wait for me in my office?" she asked the Borg, and turned away to fill a hypo spray with a child-dosed sedative.

There were silence in the next moment. Beverly carefully laid the sleeping little girl to the biobed, and scanned her body.

"She is fully human" she told to Deanna, while staring thoughtfully at the little girl's face. "Let her sleep for a while. I make a DNA test on her, but it is almost unnecessary."

"Why?" the counselor asked curious.

"Look at her!" Beverly smiled to her friend. "The similarity is obvious..."

Deanna Troi took a look at the sleeping girl, and now she was able to see the resemblance.

"Do you think so too..."

Beverly nodded, and filled the hypo spray, but this time with an adult dose of sedative.

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Deanna asked the doctor. She offered her help, but she was afraid of the task in advance. Beverly looked worriedly towards her office where Seven of Nine were sitting with her back to them.

"No. This will be a delicate talk, it's better to keep it private."

She hid the sedative in her pocket, and headed for her office.

"Commander" she greeted her, and took out her tricorder.

She scanned the sitting woman, who calmly let her do that.

"Your adrenaline level is very high" she noticed, looking at the tricorder, while scanning the head.

"Today is stressful" she agreed.

"It is just a child..."she began, but stopped, when the Commander's adrenaline level suddenly rapidly increased.

She moved downwards the scanner's head, to examine the lower part of the stomach of the Commander.

"I have never given birth" Seven said louder than necessary.

"But you have had a partner" Beverly noticed.

"I had one" she nodded.

"And if I examined you more closely, wouldn't I find signs of an abortion?" Beverly asked the Commander cruelly.

"No, you won't "she said calmly, but in her eyes two teardrops formed. "I couldn't even conceive in that situation."

"Are you sure? There is no 100 percent birth control."

The nurses didn't hear a single word from the conversation in the Chief Medical's office, because Beverly locked the room before she went there to talk to the Commander. But they saw, as the Commander stood up, and started pacing up and down restlessly, explaining something to the doctor, and then sliding to the floor with her back against the wall, holding her head in her hands. Beverly crouched next to her, and slowly pulled out a hypo spray from her pocket, and gave the sedative to the Commander. She lifted up the isolation around her office, and helped the rambling woman to walk to the biobed.

"Not next to her" Seven of Nine asked her, with a stuttering tongue. "Please!"

"There is no more empty bed" Beverly lied to her, and with the help of the nurses, she made her laying down next to the sleeping child.