Janeway, Chakotay and Tuvok beamed down to the High Council chambers the next morning for the official signing of the treaty alliance between the United Federation of Planets and the Ma’altarean Protectorate. The signing ceremony was broadcast all across the planet. When the documents were signed and the signatories shook hands, the chambers broke into loud applause. Premier Tor’vaq and Captain Janeway each made some remarks and then adjourned to a reception in the Premier’s residence. Chakotay beamed back to Voyager to make ready to break orbit and return to their course to the Alpha quadrant.

 

Premier Tor’vaq and his wife spent the last hour of the reception talking with Janeway. They spoke of the joy of their partnership and expressed hopes that Janeway and Seven would have the same. She accepted their good wishes with the sad knowledge that she would soon have to end her relationship with Seven. Her heart would never recover from the pain she knew this would cause the woman she loved, but her command had to come first. That lesson she had learned early in life. Her father had been gone so often; she had felt his absence keenly. The bulk of her childhood had been spent trying desperately to win his notice and approval. Duty always came first.

 

Finally, it was time. Farewells were said, leaves taken. Janeway and Tuvok beamed up to Voyager. Janeway hurried to her quarters and changed out of her dress whites into a regular uniform. As she brushed her hair, she caught sight of the sparkling ring on her finger. Just a little while longer; please let me hang onto this happiness for a little while longer.

 

She entered the bridge and took her command chair from Chakotay.

 

“Report.”

 

“All stations manned and secure, Captain. Impulse and warp engines online and available at your command. Course is laid in and helm is standing by. Mylapaq is at station-keeping 5,000 meters off our starboard beam. We are ready to break orbit.”

 

“Notify the Mylapaq that we’re ready to go. When they’ve confirmed they’re ready let me know.”

 

She busied herself with the workstation at her side. A few moments later Harry interrupted her.

 

“Mylapaq reports all systems online and standing by.”

 

“Very well; helm, take us out. One quarter impulse. Engage!”

 

Slowly the starship eased out of the orbit it had maintained for the past weeks and pointed its nose toward deep space. Once clear of the planet, they jumped to warp speed; Voyager and Mylapaq once more entered the realm for which they were created.

 

“Status report?”

 

“All systems functioning normally, Captain. Mylapaq maintains parallel course 100 kilometers off our starboard beam.”

 

“Very well. Chakotay, you have the bridge. I’ll be in my ready room.”

 

Janeway’s first order of business was fresh coffee. Once a steaming mug was in hand, she sat at her desk and began to review departmental reports from the past two weeks. Voyager was in fine shape; fully stocked and fueled, they would need no additional support for months if all went well. It was a good feeling to have in a hostile quadrant.

 

She looked up at the sound of her door chime.

 

“Come.”

 

Chakotay entered and sat in one of the chairs by the desk.

 

“Can I get you something?” she asked.

 

“Tea would be good.”

 

She got him a mug from the replicator and sat back down.

 

“So, finally back to normal, eh?” he asked.

 

“Yes, it’s good to feel the warp engines again. To know we’re back on our way home.”

 

“It’s been an interesting few weeks. But crew morale is better than it’s been in months and that’s worth it for all of us. How are you doing?”

 

“I’m absolutely delighted to be back in space and headed home. I’m glad we’ve got a diplomatic alliance with the Protectorate; it may come in handy for the next few sectors. And all in all, we’ve done what Starfleet would expect of us: established contact and alliance with a new civilization. It’s been a good couple of weeks.”

 

Her first officer chuckled, “Speaking of alliances, what are your plans for yours?”

 

“With Seven?” He nodded.

 

“I’m not sure. I care for her and I don’t want to hurt her, but I don’t see how I can pursue any kind of relationship with her.”

 

He looked surprised, “You’d consider pursuing one?”

 

She looked at him levelly. “I love her, Chakotay. If I thought there was any way I could be with her I would.”

 

He thought for a moment. “I guess I didn’t realize how you felt about her. I just assumed that it was a role you played to secure the treaty. And, if I’m being completely honest, I’d always thought that you and I…”

 

“No, Chakotay. It never would have happened. Well, maybe once, a long time ago. But not now. She is everything to me. I love her with all my heart. I just hope I have the strength to do the right thing.”

 

“And that would be?”

 

“I have to break it off. For the good of the ship. And God knows Starfleet would not approve.”

 

“Kathryn, I suspect that Starfleet won’t approve of a lot of what we’ve had to do to survive out here. As for the good of the ship, I don’t see any problem there. The crew was – IS – happy for you. They joined in the celebration of your betrothal wholeheartedly. There will always be a few who piss and moan. They have other issues though. By and large, the crew supports you and Seven. Are you sure that’s what’s the problem is?”

 

“Explain,” she said sharply.

 

“I just don’t see the problems that you do. You and I are going to have to answer to Starfleet for many things. You loving another officer is a minor point. The crew won’t be disturbed if you stay with her. So, given that…why would you break it off?”

 

She sat back in her chair and rubbed her temple.

 

“She deserves more than I can give her.”

 

“Why would you say that?”

 

“She’s young and she deserves someone who will put her first in their life. I can never do that. My command will always be my first priority.”

 

“Seven was virtually raised on a space ship. Her parents loaded her on the Raven when she was a toddler. The Borg raised her from the age of six. Why would you think she would not understand a starship commander having a priority for their command? Of all people on this ship, I would think Seven would understand that best.”

 

“I’m too old for her. She deserves better,” she repeated stubbornly.

 

“It sounds to me like your command is the least of your problems with Seven. Maybe you should take a good hard look at yourself before you go breaking her heart. Because it’s very apparent that you are what she wants.”

 

“She doesn’t know what she wants. She’s too young.”

 

“Too young? I don’t think so. She’s seen more and experienced more than most of the crew of this ship. Seven seems quite capable of determining what she wants. Sounds to me like you’re afraid, Kathryn.”

 

She looked up sharply. “What did you say?”

 

“I said it sounds to me like you’re afraid. That you don’t trust Seven’s feelings for you.”

 

“How can I trust her feelings? She’s still too new to having feelings to be able to trust them herself. How can I trust them?”

 

“Then that’s the issue you have to work out, Kathryn. Not some ridiculous Starfleet tradition of not getting involved with your crew. And as for Seven trusting her feelings…she trusted them enough to risk her life for you. If I were you, I think I’d remember that.”

 

With that he stood and took his leave. Janeway spent the remainder of the shift pacing in her ready room.

 

 

Seven of Nine spent the day in Astrometrics plotting a course through the next five sectors. With additional data obtained from the Protectorate, she developed a course which would shave several months off their journey. As the afternoon progressed she found herself thinking of the captain and wondering what she was doing. She knew the schedule for the day and roughly when Janeway would return to Voyager. As that time came her thoughts came to the discussion she and Janeway had begun. She knew that Kathryn had adored her father and all he stood for. Admiral Edward Janeway had been a dedicated Starfleet officer. Kathryn had attended Starfleet Academy to follow in his footsteps. When he had been killed in the crash of an experimental craft, his friends in Starfleet had taken the young officer under their wings and mentored her. Seven suspected that much of Kathryn’s attitude about duty came from her father and wondered if there was any way she could counteract it.

 

She thought back on the past week. She knew that Kathryn cared for her – loved her. The emotions they had shared had been honest. Kathryn had said that there was no one in the universe she would be prouder to marry than Seven. Why would she give that up now that they were back in space and once again headed for Earth? Seven understood that Kathryn would always be duty-bound to Voyager and her crew. But why was there no room for anything else in the captain’s life? Seven had watched Kathryn since she came aboard Voyager; there had been unguarded moments when the command mask had slipped and aching loneliness had dulled Kathryn’s eyes. She had seen the happiness and joy in those same eyes during the past week. There was no doubt in her mind that the freedom to love had been the cause of that joy. Now what she had to do was convince the captain that it was all right to be that free all the time.

 

“Janeway to Seven of Nine”

 

“Seven here, Captain.”

 

“Seven, are you free to join me for dinner this evening?”

 

“Yes, Captain.”

 

“Say, 1900 hours? In my quarters?”

 

“Very well. 1900 hours.”

 

“Thank you, Seven. I’ll see you then. Janeway out.”

 

She had until 1900 hours to marshal logical arguments to protect the interlude of happiness she and Janeway had enjoyed for the past week. Seven wanted nothing less than to extend that interlude for the rest of their lives.

 

Janeway had gone to her quarters at the end of her shift and resumed her pacing there. She knew what she should do. But she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Seven was facing complex and delicate surgery the next morning; she didn’t have the heart to send her to it upset and most probably angry. They would have a quiet dinner and just be together for one last evening. Once Seven had recovered and had the use of her shoulder and arm again they could do what needed to be done.

 

Oh, be honest with yourself for once, the little voice in her head demanded. You don’t WANT it to end. And neither does Seven. Would it be so terrible if you were actually happy for once in your life? If you had someone that brought passion and love and joy into your life? Somebody that didn’t roll over and play dead when you get in one of your moods? Somebody that stood up to you; that challenged you?

 

Seven was certainly all those things. Life with her wasn’t dull now. What would it be like if they were living together? Kathryn felt a shiver of pleasure run through her at the thought. She thought back to what Chakotay had said earlier. Was it fear that kept her from embracing what she felt to be the great love of her life? Had she been so damaged by previous events in her life that she was unable to let herself risk loving completely? Was she hiding behind Starfleet and her command priorities out of fear?

 

Seven stopped in Sickbay on her way to the captain’s quarters.

 

“What can I do for you Seven? Questions about tomorrow’s surgery?” asked the EMH.

 

“No, doctor. I require one of the hyposprays for pain that you offered earlier.”

 

“Is your shoulder worse today? Have you injured it again?”

 

“No, doctor. But, for tonight, I do not wish it to cause me pain. I assume after the surgery tomorrow that will not be a concern.”

 

“Well, there will be some post-operative pain. But yes, after a day or two you should be quite comfortable. Why tonight? You’ve never asked for pain relief before.”

 

“I am having dinner with the captain in a few minutes. I do not wish any distractions tonight.”

 

“I see. Very well. This should take care of things for the evening. You need to report here at 0800 hours tomorrow. Nothing to eat in the morning, please.”

 

“Thank you, Doctor. I will be prompt in the morning.”

 

“You always are, Seven. I would imagine you’re looking forward to having two working arms again.”

 

“I am. It has been most inefficient with only one.”

 

“The surgery will take several hours. Once we bring you out of the anesthetic, you’ll have to regenerate for at least twelve hours to give your nanoprobes time to solidify and repair the new joint fully. We’ll take a look at it after that and decide how much rehab you’ll need.”

 

“I understand, Doctor.”

 

“Very well then. Enjoy your dinner with the captain. I’ll see you bright and early in the morning.”

 

“Goodnight, Doctor.”

 

Seven rang the door chime of Janeway’s quarters at 1900 hours precisely. Kathryn answered it promptly and invited her in.

 

“Good evening, Seven. How’s your shoulder feeling tonight?”

 

“I asked the Doctor for a hypospray for pain. It is feeling…numb.”

 

Janeway laughed and waved her to the couch. “Do you want me to get you some pillows to brace it?”

 

“No, Kathryn, I will be fine without them.”

 

“Would you like something to drink?”

 

“Thank you, I would. May I have some apple juice?”

 

“One apple juice coming right up. For dinner, I thought we might have a chicken and rice casserole my mother used to make. I think you’ll like it.”

 

“That sounds very good. You have said that your mother was an accomplished cook; I’m sure her casserole will be quite good.”

 

“Yes, but don’t forget, it’s ME who’s doing the replicating. However, I did have a long talk with the replicator before I programmed dinner, so hopefully it will cooperate.”

 

“You had a conversation with your replicator? Did it agree to work efficiently for you? If not, I can always assimilate it.”

 

Kathryn laughed at the thought of a Borg replicator softly glowing green in her quarters. “I’ll keep that in mind. Just so you don’t assimilate ME if it turns out badly.”

 

Seven grinned in her turn. “I promise. No assimilation if dinner is inedible.”

 

Kathryn joined her on the sofa, drinks in hand. When she settled, Seven reached out and pulled her close, arm draped over her shoulders.

 

“I much prefer you sitting in close proximity to me, Kathryn.”

 

Kathryn sighed contentedly and let her head fall back on Seven’s shoulder.

 

“I prefer it too, love. I feel like the problems we have are a million miles away when I’m close to you. Like the ship and crew are somewhere off away from us; it’s just the two of us. I like that feeling very much.”

 

Seven hesitated. “Kathryn, we have a conversation to finish…”

 

“Not tonight. We’ll have that conversation eventually, but we will NOT have it tonight. Tonight is for us…only us.”

 

Seven smiled softly, leaned over and gently kissed her.

 

“Only us. I concur.”

 

The kisses deepened and Kathryn found herself grateful that Seven had taken the hypospray. It was wonderful to be able to lean against the larger woman; to press against her and not worry about causing her pain.

 

Seven had discovered a spot right below Kathryn’s ear that was delightfully sensitive. Every time she kissed it, Kathryn would gasp in pleasure and press closer to her. She was currently exploring it thoroughly with lips and tongue and Kathryn had practically crawled into her lap in response. Kathryn’s hands were in her hair, arms around her neck as she nuzzled the smaller woman.

 

“Oh God, Seven…” and Kathryn’s stomach growled loudly.

 

She flushed in embarrassment as Seven pulled back and grinned at her.

 

“It would seem that your digestive system is registering a complaint…”

 

“Believe me, darling, every other molecule of me is loving this…but it has been a while since lunch…”

 

“Then we should eat dinner. The Doctor told me that I should not eat anything in the morning; it will be necessary for me to eat well tonight.”

 

Reluctantly, they broke apart and rose. Kathryn walked to replicator praying to any deities in the neighborhood that dinner would be acceptable. She replicated a bottle of wine and carried it and the casserole to the table. Seven was already seated.

 

As she removed the stasis lid, a wonderful aroma rose from the steaming dish.

 

“I believe the negotiations with your replicator were successful, Kathryn. This smells delicious.”

 

Giving thanks to the culinary gods, Kathryn served them and they settled in to eat. The casserole was good and the women enjoyed their meal, talking quietly as they ate. When they finished, Kathryn leaned back in her chair.

 

“Do you have any preference for dessert?”

 

“No…why don’t you surprise me?” Seven was feeling adventurous.

 

Kathryn grinned at her. “OK, I can’t give you my favorite dessert, chocolate caramel brownies. I’ve never been able to duplicate Mother’s recipe at all. But I know something that will be a decent substitute.” She gathered up their dishes and loaded them in the recycler, then turned to the replicator. Moments later, she returned to the table with two enormous hot fudge sundaes.

 

“I have never ingested this dessert. What is it?”

 

“These are hot fudge sundaes. It’s vanilla ice cream with a hot chocolate fudge sauce.”

 

Seven dipped her spoon into the dish and took a small bite. The look of ecstasy on her face made Kathryn laugh out loud.

 

“I take it you like it…” Seven could not reply because her second bite had been a huge spoonful.

 

“Mmmph!”

 

“Easy…the ice cream is cold. Try not to eat the whole thing in three bites.”

 

Seven swallowed and looked at Kathryn in delight.

 

“This is…is…delicious!”

 

“I thought you’d like it. Most people do.”

 

The sundaes quickly vanished and they cleared the table. Seven replicated coffee and tea for them and they returned to the couch.

 

“What time is your surgery in the morning?”

 

“I need to report to Sickbay at 0800 hours.”

 

“I’d like to go with you. Is that all right?”

 

Seven smiled shyly. “I would very much like for you to be with me. But the surgery will take quite a while.”

 

“I don’t mind. I’d just be pacing and worrying if I was anywhere else. At least if I’m in Sickbay I’ll be close to you.”

 

“Thank you, Kathryn. I would like that.”

 

Kathryn tapped her comm badge. “Janeway to Chakotay.”

 

“Chakotay here.”

 

“Commander, log me off duty for tomorrow morning. Seven’s having her surgery and I’ll be in Sickbay.”

 

“Acknowledged, Captain. Tell her we’re all thinking of her.”

 

“I will, Chakotay. Janeway out.”

 

“There, that’s settled. Now, where were we when my stomach so rudely interrupted us?”

 

Seven grinned and drew her onto her lap.

 

“I believe I was exploring an area of great interest…” and she gently ran her tongue around the rim of Kathryn’s ear. The smaller woman shuddered at the touch.

 

“I am eternally grateful for your eidetic memory, darling…” and the kisses resumed.

 

Some time later they were interrupted by the chirp of Seven’s comm badge.

 

“Torres to Seven of Nine.”

 

Seven’s hand and arm were fully occupied in Kathryn’s hair and so the captain tapped her comm badge for the reply.

 

“Seven here.”

 

“Do you want some help getting ready for bed tonight?”

 

Kathryn looked at Seven and shook her head.

 

“I will not require assistance this evening, B’Elanna.”

 

“OK then, what time in the morning?” Kathryn again shook her head.

 

“I…will not require assistance in the morning either.”

 

There was a slight pause. “All right. I’ll see you in Sickbay at 0800 hours. Torres out.”

 

Kathryn looked at Seven with a wry grin.

 

“So, B’Elanna has been helping you dress. Should I be jealous?”

 

“B’Elanna is my best friend. She has been most helpful while I have been incapacitated.”

 

“I know she has. I’m just teasing you. But her hail did remind me. You should get a good night’s sleep before your surgery. Do you need to regenerate tonight?”

 

“No, the Doctor tells me I’ll need a long regeneration period after the surgery. Tonight I need only sleep.”

 

“Then…would you sleep here? With me? I would like to hold you tonight…”

 

“There is nowhere I would rather sleep than with you.”

 

“Then come to bed. We could both use a good night’s sleep.”

 

Kathryn replicated Seven some pajamas and then went into the bathroom to prepare for bed herself. When she emerged, Seven had changed and was sitting on the edge of the bed.

 

“Did you have problems getting changed?”

 

“No. While it was awkward with only one arm not having to contend with pain in the injured arm facilitated the process.”

 

“I’m glad.”

 

She pulled back the covers and helped Seven get settled comfortably. She walked around the bed and climbed in the other side. As she did, Seven grinned and raised her left arm in the air.

 

“I would prefer not to be awakened in the middle of the night again, Kathryn. If you fall asleep in my arms now, neither of us need be disturbed later.”

 

“That is wonderfully efficient thinking, darling.”

 

Kathryn snuggled close against her and thrilled at the feel of Seven’s arm around her. Their good-night kiss was sweet and lasted a satisfyingly long time.

 

“Computer, lights out.”

 

 

“The time is 0700 hours.”

 

They awoke in each other’s arms. Seven decided that she much preferred good-morning kisses to good-night kisses, and it was a while before they rose. Kathryn helped her dress, then took her morning shower while Seven got her coffee and a bagel for breakfast.

 

“I feel bad eating in front of you.”

 

“Do not. I will be eating again by tonight and have two working hands to do it with. You need to eat breakfast. You do not take enough care of yourself.”

 

“Are you going to nag me like this all the time?” Kathryn’s smile belied her words.

 

“Your well-being is very important to me. Yes, I am going to nag you all the time.” Seven hesitated. “Kathryn, I want…if anything goes wrong…”

 

Kathryn reached across the table and covered Seven’s hand with hers.

 

“Don’t even think that. Nothing is going to go wrong. The surgery is going to be completely successful and you’re going to be fine afterwards.”

 

“Very well. But I need…to tell you…” Seven looked deep into gray-blue eyes. “I love you, Kathryn.”

 

Kathryn looked back into those impossibly blues just as intently. “And I love you, Seven. I have never been happier in my life than I have been these last two weeks.”

 

Seven held their gaze and nodded. “Then let’s get to Sickbay. I want two arms to hold you with tomorrow.”

 

The walk to Sickbay was quiet, but Kathryn took hold of Seven’s hand as they left her quarters and did not release it until they walked in the Sickbay doors. No words were necessary between them.

 

The Doctor, Tom Paris and B’Elanna were there setting up the operating table. B’Elanna took Seven behind a screen and helped her into the surgical gown. When she was settled on the table, she beckoned Kathryn to her side. She held Kathryn’s hand and whispered “I love you.”

 

“I love you too. I’ll be right here all day. And I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Kathryn leaned down and kissed her gently.

 

The Doctor cleared he throat quietly. “Captain, if you’d like to wait in my office you’ll be more comfortable.”

 

“I’ll stay in this room if it’s OK. I can always go into your office if I need to do some work later.”

 

“As you wish. Seven, any last-minute questions? No? Well then, relax and let this anesthetic work. This will be over before you know it.” And he injected her with a hypospray.

 

The surgery took five hours. The shoulder joint and brachial plexus are extremely complex anatomical structures and great care had to be taken to insure everything worked properly. The brachial clamps B’Elanna had replicated required precise micro-surgical placement so that Seven’s nanoprobes could complete the attachments. The humeral head had to be regenerated in such a way that the duranium reinforcements would re-attach, and the nerves of the brachial plexus required minute regeneration. But, at the end of that time, the Doctor declared the surgery a complete success as he healed damaged muscle with a deep-tissue regenerator and closed the wound with the dermal regenerator. He motioned a nervous Janeway to the table.

 

“I’m going to wake her now. I imagine she would prefer to see you first.”

 

The hypospray took effect quickly and Seven opened her eyes.

 

“Kathryn?”

 

“I’m right here, love. The Doctor says you’ll be just fine.”

 

Tom and the Doctor helped her sit up.

 

“Don’t try to move the arm until after you’ve regenerated. Remember, your nanoprobes will complete the attachments. Now let’s get you into your alcove and get you fully healed.”

 

Janeway and the Doctor walked with her into her quarters in Cargo Bay two. She stepped onto the dais and the Doctor programmed an eighteen-hour regeneration cycle. Before he activated the cycle, Kathryn stepped up in front of her and kissed her gently.

 

“I’ll be right here when you wake up, I promise.”

 

As the cycle activated, Seven’s eyes snapped shut. Janeway stepped down and turned to the Doctor.

 

“Will we need to monitor her?”

 

“There really shouldn’t be any need, but I’ll check on her a couple of times before morning just to make sure. I’m going to stay here for an hour or so to make sure the cycle is normal and then go back to Sickbay.”

 

“Very well, Doctor. I’m heading to my ready room. Let me know how it’s going.”

 

When Janeway stepped off the turbolift onto the bridge, the entire bridge crew turned to her.

 

“How did the surgery go, Captain?” asked Harry.

 

“Everything’s fine. She’s going to be just fine.” The news was greeted with relief by all. Chakotay rose from the command chair and followed her into her ready room.

 

“Coffee, Chakotay?”

 

“Please, Kathryn. I imagine you’re relieved.”

 

She set the steaming mug in front of him and settled into her chair with her own.

 

“You have no idea. I think I wore a groove in the Sickbay deck plating pacing all morning.”

 

Her first officer chuckled.

 

“Well, it’s over now. Life will return to normal once she finishes regenerating.”

 

“I wonder…”

 

“Wonder what?”

 

“If life will return to normal. If I want it to return to normal.”

 

“Still wrestling with demons? I thought we’d talked about that.”

 

“It’s not that simple. I told you that.”

 

“Actually, Kathryn, it is simple. You can stop using Starfleet as some sort of armor and be happy or not. The choice is yours.”

 

“She told me this morning that she loves me.”

 

“Did that come as a surprise?”

 

“No, it didn’t. What surprised me is that I told her that I loved her too.”

 

“Why did that surprise you?”

 

“Because I didn’t intend to tell her. I thought if it remained unspoken it would be easier to…end things…when the time was right.”

 

“What changed your mind?”

 

“I looked into her eyes and I couldn’t lie to her.”

 

“That alone ought to tell you everything you need to know. Kathryn, your dedication to Starfleet isn’t going to decrease if you fall in love. On the contrary, I think a happy commander is a better one.”

 

“How do you figure that?”

 

“A captain in love has something to lose. That means that their decisions will be more prudent; maybe even more cautious. A little prudence and caution can only benefit the ship and crew. Especially in a quadrant like this one.”

 

“Are you saying that I’ve been reckless?”

 

“Not more than any other captain. But loving Seven won’t affect your ability to make the right decisions for this ship and crew. It will make you more aware of their safety. And that’s a good thing.”

 

“I wish I could be as certain as you seem to be. Get out of here…I have reports to review before I go back to Cargo Bay two.”

 

“How long does she have to regenerate?”

 

“Until tomorrow morning. I thought I’d spend the night down there.”

 

“All right then. I’ll see you on the bridge some time tomorrow morning. I’d like to hail Mylapaq…Captain Ta’arqual has been anxious to hear news of how the surgery went. He’s been a good friend to us through all of this.”

 

“Yes he has. By all means, notify him that all went well. And Chakotay? Thank you.”

 

“My pleasure, Captain. I’ll see you in the morning.” With that, he rose and left the office.

 

Janeway sighed and turned to the ever-present reports. At 1800 hours she routed more work to the workstation in Seven’s quarters and left her ready room for Cargo Bay two. She checked on Seven briefly, then moved to the workstation. She hadn’t been there for long when the door chime sounded.

 

B’Elanna stood outside.

 

“Come in, Lieutenant.”

 

“I don’t mean to intrude, Captain. But I wanted to check on Seven; I thought you might be here and wondered if you’d like some company for dinner?”

 

“Sure, do you want to eat here or in the mess hall?”

 

“I already checked on Neelix’s offering in the mess hall. Believe me, we’ll be better off eating here.”

 

Janeway laughed and headed toward the replicator. “What sounds good?”

 

“Um, Captain? With all due respect, why don’t you let ME get dinner.”

 

Janeway glared at her good-naturedly. “Are you implying that my replicator skills leave something to be desired?”

 

“Well, there was that liquefied pot roast…”

 

“I’ll have you know I made a perfectly respectable casserole last night. It did take me a fifteen-minute negotiation with the replicator to do it, but it worked.”

 

Torres laughed. “Then why don’t I just do something simple. How about Seven’s favorites? Grilled cheese and tomato soup?”

 

“That sounds fine.”

 

“Some wine with dinner?”

 

“How about a couple of cold beers instead?”

 

“Sounds good to me.”

 

With dinner on the table, they settled in to eat.

 

“So is everything OK with Seven?”

 

“Yes, the Doctor checked on her twice this afternoon and everything is just fine.”

 

“That’s good news. She’ll be so happy to have both her arms working again.”

 

“I can’t imagine how difficult that’s been for her. And I want to thank you for all the help I know you’ve been to her.”

 

“It was no problem. She’s my friend. That’s what friends do for each other.”

 

“It was a difficult time for her. I’m glad you were there.”

 

“Is it going to continue to be a difficult time for her?”

 

“Meaning what?”

 

“Are you going to break her heart?”

 

Janeway sighed. “B’Elanna, it’s not that simple. There are a lot of factors that have to be considered. Starfleet, not the least of them.”

 

“But do you love her, Captain?”

 

“Love her? Yes, B’Elanna, I love her. I love her with all my heart. But that doesn’t change the nature of things.”

 

“All I need to know is if you love her. Anything else beyond that is immaterial.”

 

“Why do you say that? There are important concerns…”

“Captain, the only important thing is that you love Seven. Because I know Seven…she loves you. And if you love her, then nothing – and I mean NOTHING – will stop her. So, since you love her, I know everything will work out just fine. Maybe not right away, but it will work out fine. I’m relieved.”

 

“Well, I’m glad you’re relieved, Lieutenant. But as I said before, that doesn’t change things.”

 

“If you say so, Captain.”

 

After B’Elanna left, Kathryn checked on Seven again and returned to the workstation and her reports. The Doctor arrived around 2200 hours to check on Seven and then left for the night. Kathryn showered and went to bed shortly after. She was awakened at 0700 hours by the computer and dressed quickly. She replicated coffee and waited for the EMH to arrive. He showed up promptly at 0745 hours and they stood in front of the alcove waiting for the end of the cycle.

 

“Regeneration Cycle Complete.”

 

Seven opened her eyes and immediately saw Kathryn and the EMH waiting at the foot of the dais. She stepped down and flexed her stiff but functional right shoulder. Tentatively, she rolled her shoulders and moved her right arm. The EMH moved next to her and began to ease her arm through a full range-of-motion examination. At the end, he proclaimed himself ‘delighted’ with the results. He instructed Seven to come to Sickbay at 1300 hours, wished the women good morning and left.

 

Seven looked at Kathryn and held out her arms. It was satisfying to pull Kathryn close with both arms and hold her. For a long moment they just held each other.

 

“I’m so glad you’re finally whole again. I have been so worried about you.”

 

“Kathryn, do you have any idea how good it feels to hold you properly?”

 

“I know how good it feels to be held. Is that good enough?”

 

“It will suffice. Did you sleep well last night?”

 

“No. I woke up four times just to make sure you were still here and all right. I couldn’t help myself.”

 

“I do not tend to wander when regenerating. Sleep walking is difficult in a Borg alcove.”

 

Kathryn chuckled. “I suppose that’s true. But I was worried anyway.”

 

“I am fine now, Kathryn. I will have to work on regaining my strength in that arm, but that will come soon. I am fine.”

 

“I know. But I couldn’t help worrying. You do that when you love someone. Are you hungry? You didn’t eat all day yesterday.”

 

“Yes, I am hungry. Shall we go to the mess hall for breakfast?”

 

“Go shower first. I’ll have another cup of coffee and we’ll go then.”

 

While Seven showered, Janeway reviewed the overnight status reports. When Seven emerged from the bedroom fully dressed, they walked to the turbolift and took it to deck two. The mess hall was fairly empty with only a few Gamma shift crew grabbing a quick meal before retiring. Neelix was delighted to see Seven and Kathryn and bustled back to the kitchen to make them omelets. He returned to their table laden with a pot of coffee for Kathryn, one of tea for Seven, the omelets, a bowl of fruit and a plate of toast.

 

“There you go ladies. Enjoy your breakfast. Seven it’s wonderful to see you with everything working again!”

 

They lingered over breakfast enjoying the peace of the mess hall. When they’d finished, Kathryn reluctantly left for the bridge and duty after agreeing they meet at 1800 hours in her quarters for dinner. Seven went to Astrometrics to work until she needed to visit Sickbay.

 

At 1300 hours, Seven reported to Sickbay and the EMH began a complete assessment of her shoulder. Her range of motion was full, but there was some continuing pain which the EMH said would clear up in a day or so. He prescribed some weight training in the holo-gym and told Seven not to begin any rehab until the pain went away. Satisfied that she would begin rehab shortly, she returned to Astrometrics to complete her shift.

 

“Torres to Seven of Nine.”

 

“Seven here, Lieutenant.”

 

“So what did the Doctor have to say about your shoulder? Are you OK again?”

 

“I can begin strength training as soon as the pain is gone. Probably in two days.”

 

“But everything’s working like it should?”

 

“Yes, my shoulder is functioning within normal parameters.”

 

“That’s great! Do you want to meet Tom, Harry and me for dinner at Sandrine’s tonight?”

 

“I am having dinner with the captain tonight.”

 

“That’s good news too. Have fun. I’ll catch up with you in the morning then. Torres out.”

 

The end of her shift came quickly and Seven returned to her quarters to change into casual clothes. As she was leaving her quarters, she abruptly turned back to her replicator and requested one red rose. At 1800 hours promptly, she rang the chime of the captain’s quarters. Kathryn called, “Come,” and she entered the living room. Kathryn was busy at the replicator, muttering.

 

“Are you in negotiations again?”

 

“Diplomacy appears to be failing me tonight. I’m resorting to threats. If that doesn’t work, I’m thinking of a photon torpedo!”

 

Seven chuckled and came up behind the shorter woman. She wrapped her arms around her and presented her with the rose.

 

Kathryn leaned back into her, enjoying the warmth.

 

“I can’t get the replicator to work right. We may wind up in the mess hall yet.”

 

“What were you trying to make?”

 

“Linguini in white clam sauce. I managed to succeed with the salads, but the pasta keeps coming out like soup.”

 

“May I try?

 

“By all means...we’ll starve if I keep at it.”

 

Seven quickly programmed in the parameters for Lt. Nicoletti’s recipe and the replicator promptly delivered a large bowl of perfect pasta with clams.

 

“How do you do that?”

 

“When B’Elanna and I worked on the power enhancements for the replicators, I inserted an algorithm that would result in instant assimilation for any replicator that failed to meet my requests. I scared the system into complying with my programming.”

 

“Well, could you add my name to the list of assimilators? I need all the help I can get.”

 

They laughed as they set the table and sat to eat. Kathryn put the rose in a bud vase and set it in the center of the table.

 

“The Doctor tells me that your shoulder is fine and that you can start rehab in a couple of days. Does it hurt you now?”

 

“There is some mild discomfort if I attempt to stretch it too far, but no real pain. I am looking forward to working out again. The arm does feel weak.”

 

“Just don’t overdo it. I know you’ll be impatient to be ‘fully functional’ again…don’t injure yourself trying to heal yourself.”

 

“I will be careful, Kathryn. It may be a week or so before we can play Velocity again.”

 

“I can wait a week. I’m just glad that we’re going to be able to play again at all.”

 

“I did not intend to worry you, Kathryn. My intention was to get you safely back to Voyager. If I had been five minutes quicker, none of this would have happened.”

 

“I know. I’ve thought about that a lot. I don’t know that I would have willingly accompanied you back to the ship.”

 

“But at least I would have had the chance to inform you of what MIGHT happen if you remained in the trade talks. You and Tuvok would have been prepared. And Lt. Torres and I would have been there as additional security for you.”

 

“Seven, we’ve never really talked about this. How do you feel about everything that’s happened in the past couple of weeks?”

 

“I regret the loss of life. I would rather not have been injured. But other than that, I regret nothing of what has happened.”

 

“Where do you see us going from here?”

 

Seven sighed softly and set her fork down. The discussion she had been dreading was here.

 

“I wish to continue our personal relationship. I wish to marry you. I wish to make a home and a life with you here on Voyager.”

 

“And if that’s not possible?”

 

“Why would it not be possible? What is preventing us from being together and being happy?”

 

Now it was Janeway’s turn to sigh. “Seven, Starfleet guidelines strongly discourage senior officers from having personal relationships with members of their crew.”

 

“Then Starfleet is wrong! There is no reason why we should not be together!” The thought of losing Kathryn terrified Seven and made her respond forcefully.

 

“A Starfleet Captain must always put the crew and ship ahead of personal considerations.”

 

“You will not be less a Captain if we are together! To think so is illogical!”

 

“Starfleet Command would disagree with you. Seven, I don’t know how to explain this to you. But I will be held accountable for everything that has happened and will happen to this ship and crew when we return to Earth. There are many things I’ve done as Captain that will be called into question as it stands now. I can’t afford to make questionable decisions that I can avoid.”

 

“You call our love ‘questionable’?? You wish to avoid being with me??!!” Anger began to replace panic in Seven’s heart.

 

“No, no…it’s not that. But I will have to justify every decision I made or will make while on Voyager.”

 

“And you cannot justify our being together?”

 

“Let’s say that my debriefings back on Earth will be much less intense if we aren’t.”

 

“So you reject a relationship with me based on what MIGHT happen fifteen years in the future? Am I that irrelevant to you? Is what we feel for each other that insignificant??”

 

“What we feel is NOT insignificant. And you are NOT irrelevant to me. But I must ALWAYS be concerned with the impact of my actions on this ship and crew. And how Starfleet will react to them. That is what command is all about. That is the responsibility I assumed when I accepted command of Voyager.”

 

“And that means more to you than us? Than your happiness?”

 

“Until I get this ship and crew back to the Alpha quadrant…yes. It must always be my first priority; my first concern.”

 

“Unacceptable! You refuse to believe that you can be both captain and happy! That is illogical! And foolish!!”

 

Now Janeway stiffened in anger. “My command and responsibilities are NOT foolish! Why can’t you understand that?”

 

“This has nothing to do with your command…only your fears!”

 

“On the contrary, it is completely about my command. And what is best for Voyager!”

 

“And what do you deem best for Voyager?”

 

Janeway’s hands trembled as she removed the diamond ring from her left hand and slowly extended it to Seven. Seven’s eyes locked on it, then rose to meet Janeway’s.

 

“What are you telling me, Kathryn?”

 

“I will always cherish our friendship and the time we spend together. But there can never be more between us. For the good of Voyager. I hope you can understand that.” Janeway felt her heart begin to break at the harsh words. It took every ounce of her control to keep tears from her eyes.

 

“I will never accept that! I will never understand that! I told you once before that I would not go back to hiding my feelings for you. That is still true. How can you expect me to resume our former friendship after I have kissed you? After I have held you in my arms?”

 

“By knowing that I can’t allow that to happen again. Because I am the captain.” Kathryn felt her heart shatter as she said the words.

 

“Unacceptable! You are being unreasonable!”

 

“I am being a Starfleet officer. I don’t expect you to understand.”

 

Seven leapt to her feet. “That is your final word? You refuse to acknowledge your feelings for me?”

 

“I DO acknowledge them. But I will not allow them to interfere with my command of Voyager.” She laid the ring on the table between them. “I would be grateful if you would keep the ring I gave you. I’d like to think it will remind you of the time we have had together.”

 

“I need no ring to remind me! My heart reminds me every minute of the day!” Seven snatched up the ring she had made for Kathryn.

 

“I understand this isn’t easy for you. But I hope that in time you will realize that it’s for the best.” Janeway clasped her hands in her lap to still their violent trembling.

 

“I will NEVER accept that! I will never accept that your command keeps you from happiness. Your FEARS keep you from happiness!”

 

Janeway’s command mask slammed into place. “That is enough! This discussion is over. I’ve told you what my decision has to be.”

 

Seven straightened in fury. “Yes, Captain.” She spun on her heel and stormed to the door. As it whirred open she turned back to Janeway.

 

“Until this moment I have never thought you a coward. I will have to reassess that opinion.” She turned and left.

 

Janeway automatically cleared the table and recycled the remnants of their dinner. She walked slowly to the couch, her face wooden; jaw clenched. As she sat, the stiffness in her frame gave way. She collapsed, sobbing uncontrollably onto the cushions.

 

 

Seven of Nine strode furiously down the corridor to the holodecks. She activated one of Tuvok’s training programs and ordered the safeties off. She needed to lash out, to fight something, anything to ease the pain in her heart. Once inside, she moved into the Cargo Bay simulation and waited. Two Hirogen hunters soon materialized and the battle was on.

 

On the bridge, Tuvok’s Security console flashed an alert that one of his training simulations had been activated with the safety protocols disabled. He frowned, turned the conn over to Lieutenant Nicoletti and headed for the holodecks. Outside Holodeck one, he used his Security override to gain access and immediately froze the program. Seven of Nine was on the floor, unconscious and being beaten by three Hirogen. The bodies of five others lay on the holodeck floor around her.

 

“Tuvok to Sickbay. Doctor, we have a medical emergency in Holodeck one.”

 

The EMH materialized in a moment and gasped when he saw Seven.

 

“What, in the name of everything that’s holy, was she trying to do??” he demanded of Tuvok.

 

“I do not know, Doctor. This is how I found her, But I have my suspicions.” Tuvok’s keen eyes caught sight of the diamond ring that had been kicked aside during the melee. He picked it up and silently handed it to the EMH.

 

“Oh no! I was afraid something like this would happen. I’ve got to get her to Sickbay. Tuvok, do you think you should check…?”

 

“I am headed there now, Doctor. I can make no guarantees. I may not be successful, but I will try.”

 

With that, Tuvok left the holodeck headed for Deck three and the captain’s quarters. When he arrived outside Janeway’s door, he listened for a moment and then rang the door chime. When it was not answered, he queried the computer on Janeway’s location.

 

Captain Janeway is in her quarters.”

 

He rang the chime again and waited. Again, he listened at the door. This time, he heard muffled sobbing within.

 

“Computer, security override. Authorization Tuvok Delta-3-Pi.”

 

“Access granted.”

 

The door to Janeway’s quarters opened and Tuvok saw her sobbing on the couch. Janeway looked at him as he stood in the doorway and shouted “GET OUT!!” as she jumped to her feet. She took two unsteady steps toward him and collapsed, unconscious on the floor. He moved quickly to her side and hailed the EMH.

 

“Tuvok to Sickbay. Medical emergency on Deck three, Captain’s quarters.”

 

“On my way, Commander.” The EMH materialized in a moment and rushed to Janeway. A hypospray revived her. She opened her eyes and immediately began struggling against the EMH.

 

“Get out of here!! Leave me alone! You have no right to be in here!” she sobbed. A quick tricorder reading revealed her precarious mental state and the EMH made a difficult decision. He pressed another hypospray against her neck, sedating her.

 

“Help me get her into bed,” he ordered Tuvok. The two men carried Janeway into her bedroom and laid her on her bed. The EMH pulled a blanket over her and conducted a complete tricorder scan.

 

“Her neuro-transmitter levels are off the charts. If those levels continue, she could suffer permanent damage. I’ll need to keep her sedated for a while. She should be in Sickbay, but I think that would only add to her stress levels right now. This cortical monitor will let me keep an eye on her condition remotely, but I don’t want her left alone. Will you stay with her for a while until I get Seven patched up? Ensign Paris is with her now, but some of her injuries will require my expertise to correct. I’ll relieve you here once she’s back on her feet.”

 

“Very well, Doctor. But I must inform Commander Chakotay of the situation.”

 

“I understand. I’ll be back as quickly as I can.” With that, the EMH transported himself back to Sickbay.

 

“Tuvok to Chakotay.”

 

“Chakotay here.”

 

“Commander, would you meet me in the captain’s quarters as quickly as possible?”

 

“On my way, Tuvok. Chakotay out.”

 

Moments later, the door chime sounded. Tuvok admitted Chakotay who looked around the room for Janeway.

 

“The Captain is sedated and in bed, Commander. There was apparently an incident earlier in the evening that had unfortunate consequences.”

 

“What incident was that?”

 

“It would seem the captain terminated her engagement to Seven of Nine. I found Seven in the holodeck unconscious after taking on eight Hirogen hunters without the safeties engaged. The Doctor is working on her now. I then came here and found the captain in …considerable … emotional distress. The Doctor sedated her. I am staying with her until the Doctor takes care of Seven and they he will stay with her for the rest of the night.”

 

“Don’t you have command duty on the bridge tonight?”

 

“Yes, Lt. Nicoletti currently has the conn.”

 

“Go back to your duty station. I’ll stay with the captain until the EMH returns.”

 

“Very well, Commander.” And Tuvok walked out of the cabin.

 

The EMH and Paris took care of Seven’s injuries in fairly short order. The EMH summoned B’Elanna to Sickbay to stay with Seven that night. His explanation was brief; neither was surprised at what had transpired. The Doctor silently handed B’Elanna the engagement ring Seven had given Janeway and she pocketed it with a grimace. When his treatment was complete, he injected Seven to bring her out of the anesthesia. She opened her eyes and saw B’Elanna standing there.

 

“B’Elanna, Kathryn…she…she said…”

 

“I know, Seven; I know. Just take it easy. The Doctor tells me that you took on half the Hirogen population in the holodeck. That wasn’t too smart. Now you’re going to need to regenerate for twelve hours. So don’t argue with me. Let’s go to your quarters and get you fixed up.”

 

The women were silent on the walk to Cargo Bay two. Once in Seven’s quarters, she turned to B’Elanna.

 

“Kathryn has terminated our relationship. She said that our feelings were irrelevant; that we could not be together on Voyager while she commands.”

 

“I know what she said. She gave you the standard Starfleet line. But she loves you, Seven. She told me that. And you love her. As long as you both feel that way, there’s hope. Like I told you before, this isn’t over by a long shot. You go regenerate. I’ll stay here tonight. In fact, let me take out a little insurance…Torres to Chakotay…”

 

“Chakotay here.”

 

“Would you log Seven of Nine and me off duty for tomorrow?”

 

“Consider it done, Lieutenant. Is Seven OK?”

 

“She will be as soon as she regenerates. I’m staying here tonight.”

 

“Acknowledged. Chakotay out.”

 

“OK, that’s taken care of. Now go regenerate. We’ll talk in the morning. Everything will look better then.”

 

“I do not think that likely. It will never be right again.”

 

“Seven, believe me. The captain made a big mistake tonight. Eventually, she will realize that. Right now, everybody just needs some time and space to put things in perspective. And what YOU need right now is to regenerate so your shoulder heals fully. Fighting Hirogen in the holodeck could have damaged you permanently you know. Not a smart thing to do. Now get in your alcove and let your body heal. I’ll stay here with you. In the morning we’ll talk and make whatever plans we need to.”

 

“What plans could we possibly make? The captain does not want a relationship with me…”

 

“Seven, you’re not alone in this. Your friends are here for you. We all think the captain is wrong, and we’ll do whatever we can to help you and make her realize her mistake. Now, please, regenerate. We’re all worried about you.”

 

Seven reluctantly stepped into her alcove and B’Elanna keyed in the cycle controls. Once the cycle began, she walked into the living area and tossed her uniform tunic on a chair. She replicated a Kendarian ale and settled on the couch.

 

What a mess! Damn Janeway! How could she do that to Seven? How can some stupid Starfleet principles be more important to her than that sweet Borg? All Seven wanted was to love her. Would that have been so god-awful? It’s a damned good thing I was thrown out of the Academy…I will NEVER understand Starfleet officers as long as I live!

 

Her thoughts were interrupted by the door chime.

 

“Come!” she called. Chakotay entered and greeted her.

 

“How’s Seven doing?”

 

“She’s in her alcove regenerating. Physically she should be fine. Mentally? She’s a mess. Who wouldn’t be?”

 

“What are you drinking?”

 

“Kendarian ale.”

 

“Sounds good. May I join you?”

 

“Suit yourself.”

 

He settled next to her on the couch. “I just came from the captain’s quarters.”

 

B’Elanna snorted. “Don’t expect me to be concerned about Janeway. She’s the cause of all this.”

 

“Well, you should be concerned. She collapsed. Seven isn’t the only one who’s not in good shape right now.”

 

“Serves her right!” growled Torres.

 

“B’Elanna, Kathryn made a difficult choice. We may not agree with it, but she had her reasons.”

 

“Don’t, Chakotay! Don’t ask me to understand what she did! She broke Seven’s heart…don’t ask me to forgive her for that. I can’t!”

 

“I’m not asking you to forgive her. Just to understand that she thought she had to do what she did.”

 

“Why would she think that? Who on this ship wasn’t happy for Seven and her? Everybody was excited at the thought of them getting married. Everybody!”

 

“I know that. But there are things in her past that…”

 

“Things in HER past? Give me a break, Chakotay! Looks at Seven’s past!  She was assimilated when she was six! She was raised by the fuckin’ Borg! And she could still love! She could still love so much her heart’s breaking right now. Don’t try to tell me about Janeway’s past!

 

“B’Elanna, what I’m trying to tell you is that they’re BOTH hurting right now. I don’t want you to do anything to make the situation worse.”

 

“Don’t worry, Chakotay. I’m not going to challenge the captain to combat to restore Seven’s honor.”

 

“That’s not what I mean and you know it. I don’t want you doing anything to undermine the captain’s authority. And I expect that Engineering will continue to run with its usual efficiency.”

 

B’Elanna glared at him. “I have my honor too. Engineering will run at peak efficiency. I will do my duty. I will continue to serve this ship to the best of my ability. Just don’t ask me to respect its Captain any more.”

 

“But I WILL ask you to respect the captain. The position if not the woman. Voyager needs that from all its officers.”

 

“Fine. I’ll respect the position. Are you finished?”

 

“Captain Janeway will be off duty for a few days. Can I assume you’ll be helping Seven get through this?”

 

“Yes, you can.”

 

“Good. Now, how do we fix this?”

 

“What do you mean, ‘how do we fix this’?”

 

“You know exactly what I mean. Tuvok doesn’t say much, but I can tell he’s upset at what happened. You obviously are. I assume Harry and Tom share your feelings. The Doctor is nearly beside himself. Obviously, senior staff thinks the captain made a mistake. How do we make her realize that she has?”

 

“I don’t know, Chakotay. But one thing I DO know is that I’m not going to let Seven give up. She’s just as stubborn as the captain can be. I just need to keep reminding her of that. She’s hurting now, but if we all keep telling her that the captain really DOES love her, then she will pursue her to the ends of the galaxy.”

 

“And we’ll have to keep reminding the captain that Seven loves her and that she loves Seven. All without seeming like we’re interfering in her personal life. Shouldn’t be difficult at all,” he said wryly.

 

B’Elanna grinned at him. “For this group? Piece of cake!”

 

Chakotay smiled back at her and clapped her on the knee.

 

“Then my work here is finished. I’ll see you sometime tomorrow.” With that, her rose and left.

 

B’Elanna replicated herself another ale and hailed Tom.

 

“Torres to Paris.”

 

“Paris here, B’Elanna.”

 

“Why don’t you grab Harry and come down to Cargo Bay two?”

 

“Already on our way. We’ll be there in just a sec. Paris out.”

 

In moments, the door chime sounded again. Tom and Harry entered, saw what B’Elanna was drinking and quickly obtained their own drinks.

 

“So how’s she doing?” asked Tom.

 

“She’s devastated. What would you expect? But she’s regenerating now and as soon as she wakes up in the morning we’re going to start planning how to get them back together. ALL of us. Seven needs her friends right now.”

 

“We’ll be here for her, B’Elanna,” said Harry, “Don’t worry.”

 

Tom shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

 

“I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I overheard the Doctor muttering to himself after he returned from the captain’s cabin. He had to sedate her. I guess she was in a bad way.”

 

Harry was astounded. “The Doctor had to SEDATE the captain?”

 

“Yeah, I guess she passed out when Tuvok walked in on her. And when the Doctor revived her, she was nearly hysterical. That’s when he sedated her. He’s spending the night in her cabin.”

 

“Why would she do something like this? I still don’t understand her reasoning,” said B’Elanna.

 

“Well, there’s no written regulation, but Starfleet doesn’t look too kindly on captains who pursue romantic entanglements within their crews,” replied Harry. “Our situation is a lot different from typical crews’ though. I can’t imagine that Starfleet would be upset about something like this on a mission that may take twenty years.”

 

“The captain is Starfleet to her bones, Harry,” said Tom. “Maybe she wasn’t thinking that far ahead. It’s hard for someone like her to ignore their training. She’s just like my Dad in that respect.”

 

“So what are we going to do about it?” asked Harry.

 

“We’re going to sit here and…”

 

Once again, the door chime sounded.

 

“Come!” hollered B’Elanna. The door opened and Neelix walked in.

 

“Hello everybody. I just dropped off an incident report to Commander Tuvok and he suggested that I should come down here. What’s going on?”  He replicated himself a Talaxian beer and joined them. B’Elanna quickly brought the Talaxian up to speed on the evening’s events.

 

“So what are we going to do about it?” he asked.

 

“Well, like I was saying when you walked in; we’re going to sit here and plan. All night if we have to…”

 

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