AN: The brief scene with Seven in the season 2 trailer for "Picard" caught my J/P muse's interest. In her search for answers, what if Seven turned to Kathryn for help? Not that I think this is going to happen ...
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Seven checked the address again. The Victorian-style house, decked in more-sedate colors than its neighbors, matched the last address she had for the Admiral.
So far, it had been a surreal day: She'd awakened in an unfamiliar room, without Raffi, and without the Borg implants that had been attached to her face since childhood. For all she knew, this was an elaborate dream or hallucination, but she needed answers. And at the moment, Kathryn Janeway was one of the few people she trusted to help her.
A familiar man's face appeared on the view screen. She wasn't surprised; she'd heard about the Admiral's marriage.
"Good morning, Tom," she said. "Is the Admiral available? I must speak with her; it's urgent."
Tom showed no sign of recognition. "May I ask who you are?"
Something cold began to grow in Seven's gut. "Have I changed that much?" she asked, trying humor. Tom didn't respond. "It's me, Seven of Nine ... Annika Hansen." Tom stepped back from the screen at the mention of her designation. "And you know my wife — how?"
"Voyager," she answered impatiently. Tom's answer was to look off-screen. "Shannon," he called. "Go get your mom. Tell her someone's here who says she's from Voyager."
A moment later, Kathryn appeared. She was softer now, a bit heavier, with longer hair done up in a loose bun. She looked from her husband to Seven. "Can I help you?" she asked pleasantly. No recognition in her eyes, either.
"Admiral, something extraordinary has happened," she began as Kathryn's eyebrows shot up. "Hold on," Janeway said as she put up a hand. "My father was the admiral. I was a captain, and I've been retired for a long time. What did you say your name was?"
"Seven of Nine." Kathryn's eyebrow arched. "Are you a former drone?" she asked kindly.
"You rescued me when Voyager was thrown into the Delta Quadrant by a displacement wave. You were trying to get home," Seven patiently explained. "Tom was your chief pilot."
Tom guffawed, and Janeway shook her head. "I was never on Voyager," Tom said. "I was a Starfleet pilot once, but I had a bad crash. Got a medical discharge. I joined the Naval Patrol after I recovered. Did a couple of tours before I left to go into business. "
"And yes, I was Voyager's captain," Kathryn added. "But certainly not in the Delta Quadrant. We were hit by a displacement wave while chasing Maquis. It threw us halfway across the Badlands, killed some of my crew and about half the Maquis. Took Starfleet three days to find us."
"You married B'Elanna Torres, one of those Maquis," Seven told Tom. "She gave birth to your daughter while we flew through a transwarp conduit back to the Alpha Quadrant."
"Torres?" Kathryn mused. "I think she had Klingon heritage." Tom burst out laughing. "Look, Kathryn is my first and only wife. We got reacquainted during one of my parents' parties. Our kids don't have Klingon heritage."
"I think you may have mistaken us for someone else," Kathryn began.
"No, I know who you are, and I know who I am," Seven insisted. "But whatever has happened is more extensive than I realized."
"I'm sorry, but we can't help you," Kathryn said firmly. "Is there someone we can call for you?"
Seven took a breath. "Do you know where I might find Admiral Picard?"
Kathryn shrugged. "I don't keep up, but the last I heard, he was still on active duty. Try Starfleet Headquarters." She paused. "I hope you find what you're looking for," she said before shutting down the vid.
Seven shook her head in disgust. "That was certainly inefficient," she muttered. Perhaps she should try Starfleet Headquarters, though, at this rate, she might find herself in a brig or a psych ward. She needed to think this through …
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"I don't like this," Tom said after Kathryn shut off the vid.
Kathryn's reply was interrupted when Shannon poked her head in the door. "I hate to tell you this, but that woman fits the description of one of their operatives," she said as she twisted a red-gold curl around her finger.
"Oh, crap," her parents muttered simultaneously. "Well, if she was looking for information, she had an odd way of doing it. Showing up with a crazy story like that," Tom said.
"Maybe she thought it was some kind of code, or she was trying to trip us up," Kathryn mused. "Or any number of things."
"Well, we didn't say anything that isn't already public knowledge," Tom said. "Though I wonder what Picard has to do with this."
"I don't know," Kathryn admitted. "I'll message Tuvok, tell him we've had some unwanted attention. Those refugees will have to go elsewhere."
"I'll do a sweep around the house; make sure she didn't leave anything," Tom called as Kathryn left the room.
He shook his head as he checked the alarm system. That was quite a story: a starship thrown into the Delta Quadrant, trying to get home.
He chuckled. "Maybe you should take a crack at writing that story, old man," he muttered. "Provided you live long enough to do it."