Title: Creator of the Borg
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Pairings: B'Elanna/Seven, Janeway/f(maybe)
Summary: B’Elanna and Seven are on a two week long away mission while Voyager is getting an overhaul at a planet, when they have a system’s malfunctions and crash land on a planet. A planet full of Amazons! The planet has a 1-day out in space to 1 year on the planet. B’Elanna creates new technology while on the planet and she and seven head back to Voyager. Things get a little weird when they get back onto Voyager to head back to the Alpha Quadrant.
Notes: Voyager did meet up with the Klingons, but they didn’t destroy their ship. Voyager and the Klingons traded before the Klingons left on their search. Tom and B’Elanna were NOT married and B’Elanna was NOT pregnant. And I am making up some of Klingon history; please do not be angry if I do something that contradicts in which the shows and movies have said. I am trying to fit it into how my story is going. And I borrowed an idea from ‘H.W.’ so if you read this, sorry but it was a neat idea THIS STORY CONTAINS MAJOR TOM PARIS BASHING, IF YOU LIKE HIM THEN YOU WILL NOT LIKE THIS STORY!!!
Warnings: This story contains love between two women. If you don’t like that, then don’t read it. This story also contains some violence and there is one character death. It is one of the senior officers!!!
Disclaimers: I do not own the characters, I only borrowed them
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Part 1: 14 years in 2 weeks
Chapter 1: Amazons in the Delta Quadrant
Seven sipped her drink as she watched the stars go by in the Delta Flyer. B’Elanna was in the back asleep from the day’s exertion. They had been sent on an away mission to get some dilithium and some provisions for Neelix. It was a two-week trip while Voyager was on a planet getting an overhaul and the crew had a chance for a much needed vacation. Neither Seven nor B’Elanna was needed for the repairs since everything was just minor. The fact that B’Elanna and Seven had volunteered to go with each other is what had shocked everyone, including the Captain. Secretly, B’Elanna and Seven had formed a strong bond of friendship over that last few months after Icheb had almost died. When they had found out about Seven’s emotion inhibiter, they had been too busy to see that Icheb was dying. The Doctor had saved Seven and Icheb, but the boy was in for a long recovery. Because Icheb had given his cortical node, which allows him to at least repress the emotions slightly, to Seven, he couldn’t control his emotions and they had overwhelmed him, putting him into a coma when he became upset that Seven had almost died. Seven had blamed herself, but B’Elanna had explained that it wasn’t her fault that Icheb had been hurt.
Since that day, B’Elanna finally saw the real Seven. She saw past the cool Borg exterior and into the real person. They hadn’t really kept their friendship secret on purpose. Both were naturally private people and crowds unsettled them. Although they were friends, they still had their fights, but they came to an agreement more quickly. Although people did notice that, they just thought that the Captain had said something to them and made them be on their best behavior. Even the Captain believed that she had something to do with the change in her two most intelligent officers’ behavior towards each other. Neither B’Elanna nor Seven bothered to correct that assumption.
Seven smiled as she thought about their first day spent as friends. They had had the day off and had gone to the holodeck to run a program. First, they had fought, literally, in a battle situation but had tied. Seven had to admit that B’Elanna was stronger than most would think. Although B’Elanna wasn’t as strong as Seven, she was close. Seven knew that if B’Elanna had been a full Klingon, she would as be as strong as her. After they had fought, they had sat and talked about their fears and childhood, well, what little childhood Seven had had. People seem to forget she had an emphatic memory, so she does remember everything from her childhood. So, Seven and B’Elanna had formed a sort of bond over their childhoods. Seven with her almost no-existent childhood, having only spent a few years on Earth with only two friends, and then being thrust out onto a vessel with no one but her parents. And B’Elanna with her harsh childhood with no friends, her being too human or too Klingon and her father leaving her when she was ten years old. They had many similarities, in childhood and in adulthood. Once they both found that they had more in common than they had first thought, it was easy for them to form a friendship. Two misfits, two half humans with a dark side that scared most, made them very close, closer than they were with anyone else.
Seven was startled out of her musings when B’Elanna plopped down into the seat next to her.
“Hey Ani,” B’Elanna said, chuckling at her friend. Seven had given permission to B’Elanna to call her Annika. Not even the Captain had that permission. But instead of calling Seven Annika, B’Elanna gave her the nickname ‘Ani’. Which Seven liked much, much better.
“Lanna,” Seven replied, lifting her implanted brow and stuck her tongue out.
B’Elanna chuckled a little and nudged Seven in the side. “How far are we from the planet?” B’Elanna asked after a few minutes.
“We should arrive at the planet in another ten minutes,” Seven responded.
“And you were going to wake me when?” B’Elanna demanded.
“When I went to wake you,” Seven deadpanned.
B’Elanna threw her head back and roared out a booming laugh. B’Elanna then poked Seven in the side causing her to squeak. Seven blushed and then scowled at B’Elanna. Seven tilted her chin up and turned back to the helm and that made the woman go into hysterics. Seven smiled slightly as she plotted out the course. It had taken time, but sure enough, B’Elanna found that Seven had her own sense of humor, a little dry, but it was there. After B’Elanna had stopped thinking that everything that Seven said or did was literal, she found that Seven was actually very funny.
“So, where are we going again?” B’Elanna asked.
“There is an M class planet that is almost identical to Earth, except for the fact that it is a one day to one year variation,” Seven said.
“Really? Good job,” B’Elanna said.
“I was not the one who found it. Ensign Corry did. I was… regenerating,” Seven said.
“Corry did a good job then,” B’Elanna said distractedly.
B’Elanna studied Seven for a moment. “And why were you regenerating during your shift?” B’Elanna demanded.
Seven remained silent.
“Seven,” B’Elanna growled out a warning.
Seven sighed. “I have been having trouble regenerating lately, but I am fine,” Seven said.
B’Elanna narrowed her eyes but nodded as Seven refused to look at her. B’Elanna would just have to have a talk with Seven later.
“So, how are things with Tom?” Seven asked, trying to change the subject.
B’Elanna grimaced. “I caught him sleeping with one of his holograms before we left. I broke it off with him,” B’Elanna said.
“Good,” Seven replied without thought.
B’Elanna turned to Seven and raised a brow in question. “Excuse me?” B’Elanna asked, sharply.
Seven paused and looked at B’Elanna and then blushed. B’Elanna forced back a smile. The blush was just too cute, but she wanted to know what Seven had meant.
“I did not think that Tom Paris was a good enough mate for you. I do not believe him to be a strong enough mate for you, nor an honorable one. He was a silly little boy who wanted nothing else than a bedmate. I have heard him on several occasions saying that the only reason he was with you was because he could be as rough as he wanted in bed with out fearing that you would object,” Seven said quietly.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME HE SAID THAT?” B’Elanna exploded, jumping up from her seat and began to hurl insults in Klingon at the younger woman. Seven simply waited for B’Elanna to calm down. Once B’Elanna stopped and stared at her, Seven spoke.
“At the time, you and I were not friends. You would not have believed me,” Seven replied. Pause. “I then was afraid that you would stop being my friend if I told you.”
B’Elanna looked at Seven as the ex-Borg turned back to the helm. B’Elanna sat down and sighed. She rubbed her face and looked at Seven.
“Ani, I would have believed you. We might not have been friends, but I knew that you would never lie about something like that. You are just too blunt and too honest to do that. I might have not liked you much, but I did take your opinions seriously after I got over being mad,” B’Elanna said. “And I would not have stopped being your friend; I would have thanked you, because a real friend would tell.
Seven turned to B’Elanna and was about to say something when all hell broke loose. Every alarm went off.
WARNING. WEAPON CONTROLS AND COMM CONTROLS ARE OFF LINE. ENVIORNMENTAL IS AT 90% AND FALLING. SHEILDS ARE AT 99.9% AND FALLING. The computer intoned.
“Shit!” B’Elanna cursed. “Are helm controls still working?”
“Yes. I suggest you pack as much as you can. Our shields will not hold after we land and the Delta Flyer will most likely blow up,” Seven said.
Seven and B’Elanna locked eyes.
“That bad?” B’Elanna asked.
“That bad,” Seven agreed.
B’Elanna nodded and went into the back to pack the things that they would need as Seven flew them as quickly as possible to the planet.
WARRNING. ENVIORNMENTAL IS AT 85% AND FALLING. SHEILDS ARE AT 95% AND FALLING. The computer intoned.
B’Elanna came back with three large packs, two medical packs and the portable regenerator.
WARRNING. WARP ENGINES AND TRANSPORTERS ARE OFF LINE. The computer intoned.
“B’Elanna, get strapped in. We are going to enter the atmosphere in thirty seconds,” Seven commanded.
B’Elanna jumped into the seat and put the things under the counsel and strapped herself in. The Delta Flyer entered the atmosphere.
WARRNING. ENVIORNMENTAL IS AT 75% AND FALLING. SHEILDS ARE AT 85.94% AND FALLING. The computer intoned.
The Delta Flyer began to shake hard as it flew into the planet. They broke through the atmosphere.
WARNNING. SHEILDS ARE AT 59.92% AND FALLING. The computer intoned.
“Shit,” B’Elanna cursed.
“Damn,” Seven said at the exact same moment.
B’Elanna looked at Seven.
“What now?” B’Elanna asked.
“There are no plains or smooth places where. There is only forest and a lake. I fear I will have to land in the lake,” Seven said.
“Damn,” B’Elanna cursed.
The Delta Flyer flew towards the lake slowing slightly as it approached. Seven slowed as much as she could without causing a free fall. The Delta Flyer hit the water with a splash. The two of them were jolted around and banged up, but B’Elanna and Seven moved quickly. B’Elanna got the three packs, while Seven got the two medical packs and the portable regenerator. B’Elanna opened the hatch door and jumped out, closely followed by Seven. The two quickly swam to shore and the Delta Flyer blew up when they were half way there. Seven dropped the medical packs but kept a hold onto the portable regenerator, while B’Elanna dropped one of the packs that held a transmitter. But B’Elanna and Seven kept swimming until they were to shore. B’Elanna and Seven walked onto shore and collapsed on their back. B’Elanna looked at Seven and saw blood pooling beneath her.
“Seven, you’re hurt!” B’Elanna yelped.
Seven looked at B’Elanna with pain in her eyes. “A part of the Delta Flyer hit me as we swam,” Seven responded in a monotone.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” B’Elanna demanded as she scrambled up and turned Seven over and gasped in shock and sympathetic pain. Seven’s back was torn up and the back of her head had a large shallow gash on it.
“Ow,” Seven moaned.
“Oh, Seven,” B’Elanna cried softly. “Where are the medical packs?”
“I dropped them in the explosion,” Seven said, painfully.
“Damn, and I dropped the transmitter,” B’Elanna cursed. “It’s okay Seven; I’ll take care of you.”
B’Elanna looked through one of the backs and came up with one of Seven’s least favorite biosuites. B’Elanna ripped the suite and started to wipe the blood off. Seven whimpered and B’Elanna made soft soothing noises. Seven passed out from the pain. Suddenly, a spear entered her vision. B’Elanna slowly looked up and saw that there were at least fifteen women surrounding them. The one holding a spear was blonde, but that was all she saw. The woman had some kind of mask on and it was hard to see her. B’Elanna felt a low growl start in her throat and she bared her teeth. B’Elanna studied the women, primitive, most like in the times of Julius Caesar.
“Can I help you?” B’Elanna asked as calmly as possible.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” the blonde spear holder demanded.
“My name is B’Elanna, daughter of Miral of the House of Prasba, from Qo'noS. We crashed here when our craft malfunctioned,” B’Elanna said, impatiently. “Now can I finish helping Ani?”
“No, we do not know who you are, or if we could trust you,” the blonde woman said.
B’Elanna saw that the other women actually flinched at that. Apparently the blonde was not acting how they wanted. B’Elanna jumped up angrily.
“I’M NOT THE ONE WITH THE SPEAR POINTING IT AT SOMEONE WHO IS TRYING TO TREAT HER INJURED! HAVE YOU NO HONOR? OR DO YOU ALWAYS ATTACK THE HELPLESS?” B’Elanna shouted.
The blonde was about to retort when a soft, pained voice spoke. “Lanna, please do not make her angry. I like you better with out holes,” Seven muttered.
B’Elanna turned to Seven and dropped to her knees. “But-" B’Elanna started.
“No, buts,” Seven ordered weakly.
B’Elanna smirked. “Yes ma’am,” B’Elanna said sarcastically.
“I stick my tongue out in your general direction, I would point my finger but I hurt too much,” Seven said.
B’Elanna shook her head with a wryly smile.
“Follow us. We will take you to our village. Our healer will help her,” the blonde said softly, realizing that the two were bonds.
B’Elanna studied the blonde for a moment. B’Elanna nodded and helped Seven to stand up. B’Elanna easily picked Seven up in her arms. Seven laid her head on B’Elanna’s shoulder and wrapped her arms around B’Elanna’s shoulders. B’Elanna looked down at Seven and smiled softly before kissing her lightly on the forehead and ordering her to try and sleep. The women seem surprised at how strong B’Elanna is, but say nothing. The blonde barked some orders in another language and ten of the women jumped into the trees. The five remaining women surrounded them and lead them into the forest. As they walked, B’Elanna studied the five women who were speaking in another language. She wanted to know why the blonde woman suddenly backed off.
The blonde looked at B’Elanna. “Would you like one of us to carry her for you? She must be getting heavy,” the blonde said.
B’Elanna sifted Seven and held her tighter. “No, thank you. I have her,” B’Elanna said.
The blonde nodded. “My name is Jara, by the way,” the blonde said. “The one to your right is Sara. The one behind you is Tasa. The blonde in front of you is Laphia and the redhead in front of you is Killiar.”
B’Elanna studied the blonde before nodding. “Well, you know my name. This is Seven,” B’Elanna said.
Jara looked at B’Elanna, confused. “But I heard you call her Ani,” Jara said.
“It’s a long story,” B’Elanna said, looking at Jara. “Her real name is Annika Hansen. She was kidnapped and enslaved at the age of six. She was given the name Seven of Nine. We rescued her about four years ago at the age of twenty-one. She feels more comfortable with the name Seven than Annika. I am the only one allowed to call her Ani.”
Jara nodded her face dark. “Were the slavers dealt with?” Jara demanded.
“No,” B’Elanna said softly. “They were too many to punish. They have billions and billions of people to enslave with. We have had to fight them a lot, but we were always about to get away. We fight them as much as we can, but there isn’t that much we can do.”
Jara nodded. “There is no way that you are from this planet. Was that a space craft?” Jara said.
“Yes,” B’Elanna said.
“Where are you from?” Jara asked.
“A planet called Earth,” B’Elanna said.
All five women stopped and looked at B’Elanna in disbelief. “You are from Earth?” Tasa asked.
“Well, not me per say. Ani is. It’s long and complicated, but in a way I am from Earth,” B’Elanna said, slowly. “Why?”
“Come, we must get to the village. We will explain there,” Jara said.
B’Elanna nodded and the group resumed their trek in silence.
Sometime later, the seven women entered a large village. Women were walking around, children were running and playing… but there were no men. B’Elanna was confused as to why there were no men. A few women stopped to look at the new comers in question but went back to what they were doing with a glare from Jara. Jara looked at Tasa and spoke in their language and Tasa ran off to the large hut. The six remaining walked into a hut that was big, but not as big as the other hut. B’Elanna saw a cot and gently placed Seven onto it on her stomach as a short matronly woman walked up.
“What is going on?” the short woman asked.
“We found some people near the lake. One of them was injured. They are bond,” Jara said.
The short woman nodded. She turned to B’Elanna and Seven and smiled softly. B’Elanna looked confused at the word bond, wondering what that meant.
“Do not worry, your bond will just fine. I am Marise,” the matron said.
“Hello,” B’Elanna said.
“You will need to move for me to work on her, dear,” Marise said.
B’Elanna’s eyes widened.
“Oh! Sorry,” B’Elanna said, blushing slightly. B’Elanna stood up and backed up slightly. Marise smiled softly and started to clean and bandage Seven’s back. Once Marise was done, B’Elanna helped Seven to stand up.
Tasa came into the hut.
“Nia asked for you to bring them to the Council Hut,” Tasa said.
“Alright. Please, follow me,” Jara said.
B’Elanna swooped Seven into her arms again, gaining a surprised yelp from the ex-Borg.
“Lanna, you do not need to carry me,” Seven said, holding onto B’Elanna’s neck.
“Yes I do,” B’Elanna said.
“No you don’t,” Seven insisted.
“Yes I do.”
“No you don’t.”
Jara and Tasa looked at each other as the two women fought like five year olds. The two continued to bicker even after they entered the Council Hut. The five older advisers, the five young advisers and Queen Nia just sat there watching the two grown women fight like children. B’Elanna and Seven stopped when they realized that a room full of people was staring at them. Seven blushed and hid her face in B’Elanna’s shoulder. B’Elanna just grinned. Queen Nia stood up. Jara walked across the room and stood beside the queen.
“I am Queen Nia. To my left are Maril, Carin, Taran, Lope, and Hana. They are the Council Elders. To my right are Naris, Garly, Rea, Gabrie, and Opish. They are the Council Advisers,” Queen Nia said.
“I am B’Elanna and this is Seven,” B’Elanna said.
“Please have a seat,” Queen Nia said.
B’Elanna looked at the table and saw only one extra chair. She frowned in confusion. “But there is only one chair and two of us,” B’Elanna said.
Queen Nia blinked. “You are bond. Only one chair is required. Why would you not have Seven sit on your lap?” Queen Nia said.
Seven flushed and her eyes widened. B’Elanna’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped.
“We’re… we’re… we’re not together like that! We’re just friends!” B’Elanna spluttered.
“You are not bond? But the way you had acted when Seven was hurt…” Jara trailed off.
“We are just friends,” Seven said. “We are the best of friends.” Seven turned to B’Elanna and raised a brow. “It would help if you put me down,” Seven pointed out.
“Of course,” B’Elanna said.
B’Elanna slowly set Seven on her feet and then took a step back. B’Elanna felt a loss when she had stepped back but she shook it off. Seven, also felt a loss when B’Elanna set her down, but shook it off.
Another chair was brought and B’Elanna and Seven sat in their separate chairs.
“Well. Tell us about how you came to be here if you are from earth, which we know to be many, many light-years away,” Queen Nia asked.
“You know of light-years?” B’Elanna asked surprised.
“Yes, we do. We Amazons have had this technology given to us by our Goddess as was described in the ancient scrolls. We traveled across the universe in a spaceship to find a deserted planet in which we could live our lives with out men. We may not use that technology anymore because we live the life of simplicity, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have it,” Queen Nia said.
“So that’s why there was no trace of an Amazon nation except a few relics?” B’Elanna wondered aloud.
“Yes,” Jara agreed.
“You believe that a Goddess gave them the technology?” Seven asked.
“Sure, why not? The Q are god like you know,” B’Elanna pointed out.
“True,” Seven agreed.
“Yes, well,” B’Elanna said and then told the story of how thy came to be in the Delta Quadrant. “We came to this planet because it was so similar to Earth we thought it would have food supplies and such. Our craft malfunctioned and we crashed.”
“B’Elanna!” Seven said suddenly, panicked.
“What?” B’Elanna asked, concerned.
“There is a one day one year variance. Voyager will not come and get us until fourteen days are done and over with. By the time they do, we will have aged fourteen years!” Seven said.
B’Elanna’s eyes widened as she realized that Seven was right. B’Elanna began to curse in Klingon.
“What are you talking about?” Queen Nia asked.
“For every year that passes on this planet, one day passes out in space. We were on a mission to get some supplies. Our ship is on another planet getting repaired, we were sent on a two-week mission to get supplies. Our ship won’t come for us for two weeks space time, which is fourteen years here on this planet,” B’Elanna explained.
Queen Nia and Jara looked at each other.
“Perhaps, you should begin at the beginning,” Jara suggested.
A few hours later, Seven and B’Elanna stood in a hut that they had been given. They had explained how their ship, Voyager, got to the Delta Quadrant, how they rescued Seven and why they came to this planet, that was supposed to be uninhabited. Jara explained that they had a machine that hid their life signs so that no one would know that they were here. Usually, people who came onto the planet were rendered unconscious and had their memories altered so that they thought the planet was too dangerous to explore. Once all of the explaining was done, Jara led them to a hut. They could have had separate huts, but felt the need to share. In their hut were one large bed, two trunks, and a table with four chairs, a fireplace, and a writing desk with a chair. Their three packs where on the bed, also.
“This is nice,” Seven said.
“Yeah, nicely primitive,” B’Elanna muttered playfully.
There was a knock on the door.
“Come,” B’Elanna and Seven said.
A dripping wet Amazon walked in with three packs. “I retrieved the packs that you lost,” the young Amazon said, blushing.
B’Elanna smiled softly and took the three packs. “Thank you. I’m B’Elanna and this is Seven. What’s your name?”
“Lire,” the young Amazon said.
“Thank you for getting our things, Lire,” Seven said.
“No problem, see you later,” Lire said and then walked out.
“Perhaps we should see if we could get the transmitter to work. If we can get a message to Voyager, they may come in a few days their time,” Seven said.
“Right,” B’Elanna said. B’Elanna set the packs on the table. B’Elanna opened the pack with the transmitter and began to look it over…
Chapter 2: Through the Years
It has been three months since they had tried and failed to fix the transmitter. When two weeks had gone by and Voyager didn’t show up, they knew that they would be there for fourteen years, so they decided to try and fit in. They went to the seamstress who made them quite a few clothes and boots. B’Elanna then went to the Queen and asked to become a warrior while Seven decided to become a healer/babysitter. Both were in training for their areas and everything was going well.
A year after they had arrived on the planet called Amazonia, Seven and B’Elanna had adjusted and fit into the Amazons’ society without that much trouble. They had learned about the Amazons and learned about their chosen stations. They were adopted into the Nation and except.
Two years after they had arrived, there was a civil war between the tribe they were in and a tribe from the south.
Three years after they had arrived, the civil war ended and the north had won. After the northern tribe had won, all of the tribes merged into one and began to work together.
Four years after they had arrived, B’Elanna became the lead hunter and the lead trainer for younger warriors. Seven became a full-fledged healer and became the most sought out babysitter.
Five years after they arrived: At the moment, both women were asleep in their hut. As with the past three months, they started on the other side of the bed before drifting to the middle, holding each other. Either they were spooning or one on their back holding the other to their chest. Neither knew why, and they never said anything about it.
B’Elanna was on her back with Seven in her arms when she woke up. B’Elanna didn’t move right away, choosing to watch Seven sleep, instead. For the past six months, B’Elanna has felt her feelings change for the younger woman. B’Elanna felt her heart swell with… love. B’Elanna blinked as she realized what her feelings were… they were of love. She was in love with Seven. B’Elanna was not bothered with this. Years ago she would have been bothered but not anymore. After five years with the Borg on a planet with only women, B’Elanna got to know the real Seven. B’Elanna lifted a hand and cupped Seven’s cheek. Seven’s eyes fluttered open and looked up and her with a sleepy dazed look. B’Elanna and Seven stared into each other’s eyes. Their head move towards each other and neither think about stopping. Their lips met and they began to kiss passionately. They broke apart after a few minutes, panting heavily.
“I’m in love you,” they said at the same time.
Both of them smiled.
“B’Elanna?” Seven asked.
“Yes, love,” B’Elanna asked.
“Make love to me,” Seven whispered.
“Yes,” B’Elanna hissed in return.
Outside of their hut stood Queen Nia, Jara and three members of the Royal Guard.
“Ha, you owe me six back rubs and a moonlight walk,” Jara said to her mate.
Queen Nia cursed at B’Elanna’s and Seven’s hut, shaking her fist in mock anger.
“Damn those two! They couldn’t have waited another two years before they figured it out, no… they had to figure it out now,” Queen Nia complained as her royal guard laughed which turned into cat calls and whistles from the moans of pleasure coming from B’Elanna’s and Seven’s hut.
Six months later B’Elanna and Seven were married in the Amazon way and secretly they had taken the Oath. Most would think it was too fast, but to them it was the next logical step. B’Elanna’s Klingon side wanted nothing more than to claim the mate that she had known was hers from the moment she had met Seven after being freed from the Borg. Seven’s Borg side made it so that it was logical to move to marriage almost right away since they were the best of friends and they were the perfect match for each other. So, with Klingon aggressiveness and Borg logic, their marriage was at the perfect time.
Six years they had been on the planet: B’Elanna gently rubbed Seven’s stomach as she kissed her mate. Seven was eight months pregnant. And… B’Elanna was going out with her young charges to show them how to survive when you only had a few items that were almost useless.
“Love, you are going to be late. Go, I’ll be here when you get back,” Seven said, laughing as B’Elanna growled in protest.
“I don’t wanna go,” B’Elanna whined.
“Love, you promised them that you would take them and this is the only time in which you can. Go so you can keep your honor,” Seven said gently.
“What if you go into labor? You need me here,” B’Elanna said.
“Lanna, labor takes hours. They can go and get you if I do. Now go and that is an order,” Seven said.
B’Elanna pouted before nodding and lowering her head and heading to the door. She grabbed her stuff and walked out. Seven held up and hand and ticked off five fingers before B’Elanna came back running into to the hut. B’Elanna hugged Seven carefully and kissed her softly before sinking to her knees and placing kisses all over Seven’s stomach.
“See you soon, Wa’Hom,” B’Elanna whispered before jumping up. “See you soon too, Be’nal.”
“Lanna, it is only three days and four nights,” Seven reminded before turning B’Elanna around and smacking her butt hard, causing B’Elanna to yelp and jump up. B’Elanna mock glared at Seven over her shoulder before rushing out of the hut, followed by Seven who was waddling. Seven waddled up to Jara who was six months pregnant and watched as B’Elanna and Mira left with twelve fifteen year old girls for their time in the wild forest.
“You have B’Elanna wrapped around your little finger, you know that don’t you?” Jara asked.
“Indeed. You have Nia wrapped around your finger as well,” Seven pointed out.
Two nights later, B’Elanna was using a stone to sharpen her sword as she sat in front of the fire in her watch shift. Mira and the twelve girls were asleep and B’Elanna doubted that she could sleep anyway. She was too worried about Seven. Something felt wrong…
B’Elanna jumped up and shook Mira. Mira woke up and looked at B’Elanna in question.
“My turn already?” Mira asked.
“Something is wrong with Ani. I can feel it. Can you handle the girls? I need to get back to her,” B’Elanna said.
“Sure. Their old enough that they don’t need two people to watch them. Go on,” Mira urged. She knew all about B’Elanna’s “feelings”. B’Elanna had more than once stopped an assignation attempt on the Queen when there had seemed to be no reason for one.
“Thanks,” B’Elanna whished before gathering her things and running through the forest back to the village. It took most of the night and when B’Elanna finally entered the village, it was barely morning. B’Elanna ran into her hut, ignoring the calls of the guards. Seven was on the floor, a wet spot near her crotch and a large bruise on her forehead.
“Annika!” B’Elanna shouted in shock. B’Elanna rushed to Seven’s side as two of the guards ran into the hut. B’Elanna turned to them. “Quick, run and get Stella.”
The two guards nodded. One of them ran to get the healer as the other walked up to B’Elanna and knelt down beside her. A few moments later, Stella comes running into the hut and gasps when she sees Seven. She dropped to her knees and started to check Seven out.
“She’s gone into labor and she appears to have a concussion. We have to get her to the Healer’s Hut. Quickly,” Stella said.
“Can she be moved?” B’Elanna asked.
“Yes,” Stella said.
B’Elanna nodded and stood up before gently picking Seven up into her arms. Then they rushed to the Healer’s Hut as people began to come out of their huts. Once inside, B’Elanna laid Seven down and Stella began to work.
“I’m going to have to cut the baby out. It’s too dangerous for her to give birth right now,” Stella said.
“What can I do?” one of the guards asked.
“Go and get Queen Nia. She has practice in this sort of thing,” Stella ordered.
“Right away,” the guard replied and ran out of the hut.
Stella began to prep Seven for the surgery. Stella had everything ready as Queen Nia came rushing in.
“My Goddess,” Queen Nia gasped before rushing to Stella side.
As they worked, B’Elanna held Seven’s hand and prayed for the best.
Several hours later, B’Elanna held her baby daughter as Stella finished patching Seven up. Once the wound was closed, Stella used one of the Amazon made dermal regenerators and closed the wound completely. B’Elanna watched this and felt her hearts constrict at the site. B’Elanna looked down at the tiny child in her arms and was surprised to see the forehead ridges were more prominent than she had thought they would be. She was even darker than she should be and she had blue eyes! But she was so beautiful, brown skin, reddish brown hair, blue eyes, and a ridged forehead.
“B’Elanna,” Queen Nia said softly.
“Yeah?” B’Elanna asked, not looking up.
“B’Elanna, look at me,” Queen Nia ordered softly. B’Elanna looked up into her Queen’s worried eyes. “Seven is going to be fine. She’ll be good as new night after she has regenerated. I’ll have one of the guards bring the regeneration unit in here for her to use. Do you want to stay here with Seven?”
“Yes,” B’Elanna said simply. “The baby’s clothes are in the trunk on the top of everything. Can you get the guard to bring them?”
“Certainly,” Queen Nia said, nodding to the guard by the door. “So, what is the name of this little beauty?”
“Kathryn,” B’Elanna said. Seven and she had not really decided on a name, but she knew that Seven wanted to name the baby after the Captain because in every way, but blood, she is Seven’s mother. “We can call her Katie.”
“You are naming her after your Captain?” Queen Nia asked.
“Yes,” B’Elanna said as the guard came back. Stella took the regeneration unit and hooked Seven up to it as the guard handed B’Elanna the baby clothing. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome Captain B’Elanna,” the guard said, causing B’Elanna to groan softly. The guard smirked and walked off to stand by the door outside. B’Elanna shook her head and laid Katie on the table and began to dress her into the footie pajamas.
“Is there a way Ani can breast feed while regenerated?” B’Elanna asked Stella.
“That should be no problem. In fact, it may help in the recovery,” Stella said as she cleaned up the hut.
“Well, I’ll leave you to Seven and your daughter,” Queen Nia said.
“Thank you for your help Nia,” B’Elanna said.
“It was no problem B’Elanna. But, some time today I want to talk to you. You’re supposed to be with the kids and Mira,” Queen Nia said.
B’Elanna nodded. Yes ma’am,” B’Elanna whispered.
Queen Nia left and B’Elanna walked over to Seven and lowered her top and held the quiet baby to her breast.
That night, after a long explanation of how she knew Seven was in trouble, B’Elanna returned to the Healer’s Hut to find Seven awake and feeding Katie. B’Elanna rushed to her side and hugged her, but being careful of their daughter. B’Elanna caught Seven’s lips in a heated kiss. Seven broke it off after a while and leaned her forehead against B’Elanna’s. B’Elanna demanded to know what happened and Seven explained quietly what had happened.
“Thank Kahless I felt something. Who knows how long you would have been there with out help,” B’Elanna whispered, her hearts aching.
“I’m sorry love,” Seven whispered.
“It’s alright,” B’Elanna said, kissing Seven’s forehead, softly.
“You know, we need to name the baby,” Seven said.
“I already did,” B’Elanna said, a little sheepishly, and Seven raised a brow in silent demand of an answer.
“I named her Kathryn. We can call her Katie,” B’Elanna said and watched as Seven’s eyes tear-ed up and she brought a hand up and cupped her face. Seven slowly stroked her cheek before pulling her into a soft loving kiss. B’Elanna broke the kiss and placed small kisses all over Seven’s face.
“Thank you,” Seven said simple. Not explanation of how grateful she was, just a simple expression of gratitude.
“No problem,” B’Elanna said.
Ten years after their arrival on the planet, Katie was sitting in B’Elanna’s lap as the pregnant Klingon told her daughter a story of her experience from Voyager. Katie was three years old and B’Elanna was nine months pregnant. Everyone silently cursed the fact that B’Elanna was having their second child. Seven had been perfect in her pregnancy, she never complained nor did she have hormonal fits. Her only thing was having very strange cravings but manageable. Now, with B’Elanna, that was a different story. She complained constantly, she had hormonal fits at a moments notice and her cravings were outrageous. Everyone thought that Seven was a saint for dealing with B’Elanna every day and night for the past nine months.
“Telling another Voyager story?” Seven asked as she entered their quarters.
“Mama!” Katie said, holding her arms up and Seven picked her up and bent down and kissed B’Elanna’s forehead.
“She loves them,” B’Elanna said, before grimacing suddenly.
Seven raised a brow. “Is it time?” Seven asked.
“Oh yeah,” B’Elanna rasped out in pain.
Seven placed Katie gently onto the floor and then picked up B’Elanna. Ordering her daughter to follow her, Seven strode out of the hut and headed for the Healer’s Hut. Seven walked into the hut and placed B’Elanna onto the table as Stella walked up to them. Stella quickly stripped B’Elanna from the waist down and checked on her progress.
Exactly twenty hours forty-five minutes and twenty-four seconds later, B’Elanna held the tiny baby in her arms. Seven was holding Katie in her arms as she leaned over and kissed B’Elanna’s lips before kissing the tiny baby’s forehead ridges. The baby had mocha skin, deep blue eyes, and dark brown hair and forehead ridges.
“What shall we name her?” B’Elanna asked softly as she began to breast feed their daughter.
“How about Miral?” Seven asked softly.
B’Elanna looked up into Seven’s eyes before nodding.
“It’s perfect,” B’Elanna said.
Chapter 3: Back to Voyager
The Torres family was in the dinning hut having dinner with Queen Nia, Jara and Naja. Katie and Naja were happily chatting away about everything they had learned during the day. Miral was sitting in B’Elanna’s lap eating blueberries.
“So, how is the rebuild going?” Seven asked as she wiped Miral’s face of blue berry and then washed her hands of blue berry stains.
“It’s done,” B’Elanna said, knowing that Seven was talking about the ship that she had built herself. The ship was about five times bigger than a shuttle. It had a large cargo space, a med-bay/science-bay, three quarters, a small mess hall, a small hidden weapons room, a transporter room, a control room and a small holodeck. There was also a hidden room under the floor that could mask a person’s signature from scanners. The ship itself was fast, faster than Voyager herself. It has great maneuverability, good range on scanners and communications, a strong tractor beam, chameleon cloak in which the surface of the hull can change to mimic things to make it blend into the background, and an internal cloak that makes it seem like it was an average shuttle. The hull was strong enough that an asteroid couldn’t even scratch it. The shields were strong and almost un-impenetrable.
B’Elanna has been working on it for almost ten years. With all of the technology and materials that the Amazons had, it had been like a dream come true for B’Elanna. She had combined Borg technology, Maquis technology, Federation technology and her own imagination to create the ‘White Dragon’. The only reason she had not started right away was the fact that she had to first design it and made models, then do redesigns and new models. Then, she had to gather the materials to build it. The only reason it took ten years to build was because she had no other help besides Seven, and even then it was only rare that Seven helped since she was often taking care of children or nursing the sick. Not only that, but B’Elanna had her own duties to perform and only worked on the ship in her spare time.
“Why did you not tell me this sooner?” Seven asked.
“I was going to tell you tonight in our hut,” B’Elanna said.
“Indeed,” Seven said.
“Yep,” B’Elanna said and then quickly stuffed her face.
Queen Nia and Jara looked at each other, knowing what was going to happen now that the ship was ready.
B’Elanna and a pregnant Seven were in their hut after having eaten dinner and were just relaxing after they had put their daughters to bed.
“So, you have completed the craft?” Seven asked softly.
“Yeah. Mira, Lorna and I loaded up the last of the dilithium this afternoon,” B’Elanna said.
Seven and B’Elanna looked at each other. They nodded in understanding. Both had agreed that when Voyager came for them, they would go back, no matter what. While they loved it here, this was no their home. It was too primitive for them. They loved technology and tinkering with things like that. Voyager was their home and Voyager needed them.
Two days later B’Elanna and Seven were standing outside of their space ship. The most of the people that they knew from the village and the surrounding villages were surrounding the ship. Seven and B’Elanna were hugged by their friends as Katie and Miral were standing beside them.
Queen Nia, Jara and Naja stood in front of Seven, B’Elanna, Katie and Miral as the rest left to give them privacy.
“We knew this would happen one day, but that doesn’t make it any easier,” Seven said, her eyes full of tears as Naja, Katie and Miral hugged and cried.
Jara pulled Seven into a hug and held her as they both cried. Queen Nia and B’Elanna grasped each other’s forearms in the traditional warrior handshake.
“It has been an honor to be a member of your warriors,” B’Elanna said.
“As it has been an honor to know you,” Queen Nia responded as she released her arm. “I have something for you.”
“Oh?” B’Elanna asked, curious.
Queen Nia waved a hand and a guard stepped forward, her arms outstretched with something in her arms. She turned to the guard and unwrapped the bundle that the guard held. Queen Nia picked up a large sword and a large knife. Queen Nia turned back to B’Elanna and held them out to the Klingon.
“These were Queen Sarsy’s weapons. She was my great-great-great-great grandmother’s. I was told to pass it onto a worthy warrior and I have chosen you to give it to. Take it,” Queen Nia said.
“I can’t do that,” B’Elanna protested, shaking her head.
“It is not a request. As my last order, I am ordering you to take it,” Queen Nia said.
“Yes your majesty,” B’Elanna said, bowing slightly.
Queen Nia’s lips twitched slightly. “Smart ass.”
B’Elanna grinned. “You know you love me,” B’Elanna said.
Queen Nia’s face became serious. I do. I will always be your friend, B’Elanna. Good luck in your journey,” Queen Nia said before turning to Seven, kissing her temple and then walking away stiffly. B’Elanna kissed Jara’s forehead and then walked onto the White Dragon. Seven and Jara looked at each other, slightly amused.
“Seven, I want you to have this. It was given to me but my great-great aunt. I believe that you will benefit from it,” Jara said, before handing her
Seven took the staff from Jara’s hand and felt her eyes water.
“Thank you. I will never forget you,” Seven said.
“Goodbye,” Jara said softly.
“Goodbye,” Seven said just as softly.
Seven and her two daughters walked into the White Dragon and the door closed. Katie and Miral were placed in their room and Seven headed for the cockpit. Seven sat down next to B’Elanna and they began to start the ship up. The White Dragon lifted off of the ground and headed up towards the sky. The ship left the planet and moved into space. Once clear of the planet, the ship went to warp 9. Once B’Elanna computed the path, she turned on the autopilot and then turned to Seven. Seven turned to B’Elanna and held her arms open. B’Elanna sunk to her knees and pressed her face onto Seven’s enlarged stomach. Seven wrapped her arms around B’Elanna’s head and stroked her hair. The unborn child kicked and punched Seven and B’Elanna felt the movement against her face. B’Elanna loved this feeling, feeling a tiny life moving in her wife’s womb. B’Elanna lifted Seven’s shirt up and pressed a few kisses to the exposed flesh. Seven tilted B’Elanna’s face up and lightly kissed her lips.
“Mama, SoSoy?” Miral asked from the doorway. B’Elanna and Seven looked over and they saw Miral and Katei standing in the doorway.
B’Elanna stood up and sat down in her chair before opening her arms up. Miral ran into her SoSoy’s arms as Katie walked over. With both her children sitting in her lap, B’Elanna turned to the view screen and began to explain where they were going. Seven smiled at her family. B’Elanna, forty-two years old, looked as if she were only thirty-two with maybe one or two gray strand here and there. B’Elanna had aged little over the fourteen years they had been on the planet, and even then it only made her look more dignified. But, there were things that had almost completely changed and/or matured. B’Elanna’s eyes held an oldness that came from fourteen years of experiences. B’Elanna’s temper, although just as fierce and explosive, became more controlled. B’Elanna was not as quick to anger as she once was, she was more willing to listen and think before she acted. Basically, B’Elanna became a mature woman, wife and mother.
Seven glanced at Katie who was so much like her namesake. At seven, she was anything but a baby, but Seven still thought of her as that. Katie was strong, smart and compassionate. She was as strong as B’Elanna, given she was Klingon and Borg. She was already in high school studies and would move on to college level in less than a year. She was everything that Seven and B’Elanna were and somehow she also was like Captain Janeway in how she would glare or be stubborn about what she cared about.
Seven then glanced at Miral who was not anything like her namesake. At four, she was extremely shy and insecure. She always wanted to be held or to be near by. She was smart, she was already in elementary studies, but she lacked focus to do it. She was everything Seven and B’Elanna were when they were children themselves and was most like Harry Kim.
Seven turned to the viewer and thought about herself. At thirty-eight, she looked twenty-eight, and had almost not even aged physically. She had become more human in her manners and had dropped the ‘Borg’ speech and thinking about twelve years ago. Like B’Elanna, she had become more mature and dignified as a woman, wife and mother.
“We’re coming up on Voyager,” B’Elanna said, breaking Seven’s reflection.
“Katie, Miral, please go to your rooms,” Seven said.
“Okay Mama,” Katie said.
“Okie dokie, mama,” Miral said and both little girls got off of B’Elanna’s lap and headed for their room.
“Should I contact Voyager?” Seven asked.
“Yeah,” B’Elanna said as she took the ship in closer to Voyager.
Voyager had stopped in front of them.
Seven punched in the commands. “They’re responding,” Seven said.
“Open a channel. On screen,” B’Elanna said.
The Captain’s face filled the view screen. Janeway’s face went from diplomatic to shock in under three seconds.
“Seven? B’Elanna?” Captain Janeway asked in shock.
“Captain,” Seven said. “We are requesting permission to board.”
“Ah… Permission granted. Shuttle Bay 3 is open,” Captain Janeway said.
“Thank you Captain. White Dragon out,” Seven said and then cut the transmission.
B’Elanna chuckled. “Why do you always do that to the Captain?” B’Elanna asked.
“Because I find her reaction funny,” Seven said, smirking slightly.
B’Elanna laughed. “You are something else, love,” B’Elanna said as she maneuvered the ship into Shuttle Bay 3. Once the ship landed and the shuttle bay doors closed, the senior staff entered the shuttle bay. B’Elanna and Seven shut down the ship and exited the cockpit. B’Elanna went into their daughter’s rooms and got them. B’Elanna was holding Miral and Katie went over to Seven and held her hand. B’Elanna opened the door and stepped out before helping Seven to get out…
Chapter 4: Explanations
“Captain, an unknown vessel is approaching us at warp nine,” Tuvok said.
“Captain, the unknown ship is hailing us,” Harry said.
“On screen,” Captain Janeway said.
“Aye, Captain,” Harry said.
Captain plastered her diplomatic smile on but dropped it as soon as she saw who was on the view screen.
“Seven? B’Elanna?” Captain Janeway asked in shock.
“Captain,” Seven said. “We are requesting permission to board.”
“Ah… Permission granted. Shuttle Bay 3 is open,” Captain Janeway said.
“Thank you Captain. White Dragon out,” Seven said and then cut the transmission.
“Was it me, or did Seven and B’Elanna look older than we last saw them?” Chakotay asked.
“That’s what I saw too,” Tom said.
Captain hit her commbadge. “All senior staff members head to Shuttle Bay 3,” Captain Janeway said. “Beta shift bridge crew, report to the bridge. Janeway out.”
Janeway walked down the corridors and waited outside of the shuttle bay for the ship to land. Once it did, Janeway stalked into the shuttle bay and waited for Seven and B’Elanna to come out as Neelix and the Doctor came up from behind. And when they did, she was more surprised than anything. B’Elanna was hold a small child in her arms, Seven was hold hands with a bigger child and Seven was pregnant, about seven months or so. The senior staff members all gasped, except for Tuvok who merely raised a brow that was trying to inch its way off of Tuvok’s head.
“Seven? B’Elanna? What the hell is going on?” Captain Janeway demanded.
“Captain, we should discuss this in the senior staff room,” Seven said.
Captain looked at Seven for a few moments before nodding. The Captain led the senior staff, B’Elanna and Seven through the ship and into the senior staff room. Seven and B’Elanna got curious stared from crew members walking in the corridors. When they entered the room, B’Elanna pulled out a chair and helped Seven to sit down. B’Elanna then sat down in the seat next to Seven and placed the small child on her left leg and the bigger child onto her right leg. Both children leaned back against B’Elanna, holding the strong hands against their stomachs.
The rest of the senior staff sat down in the remaining chairs, the Captain at the head of the table and Chakotay to her right. Captain Janeway folded her hands and looked at Seven and B’Elanna.
“Well?” Captain Janeway asked.
B’Elanna took in a deep breath and then blew it back out. “We were on our way to the planet when the shuttle malfunctioned. We don’t know why, but it did. We crash landed on the planet and were found by the inhabitants. We were taken to their village where we were told a remarkable story. Apparently they are descendants of people from earth. The Amazons to be precise. While they don’t use technology in their every day life, they do have the capability to do so. So they knew that we had been on a space ship and thought nothing of it,” B’Elanna started the story.
“The planet,” Seven started, picking up the story, “had a one day here is one year there variance. For you it has been fourteen days, for B’Elanna and me, it has been fourteen years. B’Elanna began to work on building a ship when we knew that you were not coming for us. We knew that you would come for us when Voyager’s repairs were done, but B’Elanna is like a dog with a bone at times. She never gives up.”
B’Elanna blushed and shot Seven a mock glare.
“About five years after our arrival, Ani and I got married,” B’Elanna said.
“You’re married?” Tom asked, shocked. “But we just broke up!”
“No, to you we just broke up. To me, it had been years,” B’Elanna corrected.
“And what of the children?” Captain Janeway asked.
“Ani had Katie about two years after that. I had Miral about three years after Katie,” B’Elanna said and B’Elanna looked at Seven and smiled softly. Seven leaned over and lightly kissed B’Elanna’s lips.
“I knew it!” Neelix boasted happily. “And can I say, finally!”
Everyone looked at Neelix in shock and in question.
“What do you mean finally?” Chakotay asked, curious.
“Yeah,” Tom whined, slightly angry.
“I am the moral officer. It is my job to know people. I have done extensive studies on Humans, Vulcans, Klingons and all the others species that we have on board. The one I found most interesting was Klingon. When the Klingons were here before, I spoke to one of them on the history. Did you know that Kahless spoke of being able to ‘feel’ people approach him? All Klingons are able to sense people when they approach, save for one person. Kahless was unable to ‘feel’ his wife approach. It is said that it was because he would never have to fear anything from her,” Neelix said.
“Whenever B’Elanna would complain about Seven ‘sneaking up on her’, I found it curious since Seven shouldn’t have been able to. But then I remembered what was said about Kahless and knew that Seven and B’Elanna were meant to be,” Neelix said.
“Not many Klingons know this because it is not often that a Klingon meets their third heart. So, not many are told this, but those who do know, go searching for this. The only reason I never said anything was because I was afraid that B’Elanna would not believe me and she would become angry at me,” Neelix admitted.
“Neelix, I always knew that. I spent come time in a clergy and my SoS pounded Klingon history into me. I just never wanted to admit it. When we were on that planet, I had finally admitted to myself that Seven was my third heart,” B’Elanna said.
“Mama,” Miral said softly, holding out her arms. Seven reached over and gently guided Miral to her lap. Miral curled up in her lap sideways and placed a hand on her stomach, her head on Seven’s breast and promptly fell asleep. Seven gently wrapped her arms around Miral and kissed her soft hair.
“I don’t believe it. You can’t be married to her! We are meant to be together!” Tom protested. “Besides, I thought that Seven had the hots for Chakotay.”
“You mean the Chakotay hologram?” Seven asked. Everyone looked surprise that Chakotay didn’t look surprised, in fact, he looked amused. “The Commander knew of the program. I told him about how hard it was for me to fit in and every time I tried, people didn’t give me any slack and he suggested that I use to holodeck as away to develop my social skills in a way that would not make the crew laugh at me when I messed up. I felt that Chakotay was a safe person to try a relationship with since I am comfortable with him and we hold many interests, even though I hold no romantic feelings for him.”
“Then…what about the Captain? Weren’t you with her?” Tom said, grasping at straws.
Seven raised a brow and a slightly disgusted look crossed her face briefly. Captain Janeway looked slightly revolted too.
“If I were with the Captain, it would be the same as if Samantha Wildman was with Naomi Wildman. That is just gross I would never think of Captain Janeway in that way. She saved me from the Borg and has taught me much about life. She is more of a mother to me than Erin Hansen was,” Seven said.
“That is a logical assumption,” Tuvok said, agreeing with Seven.
“Well, I just don’t think that you two are suited to be together. I mean, you two used to fight all the time and you rarely got along. The perfect match for Seven is most likely Tuvok,” Tom said, grasping at nothing and making it into something.
Seven looked even more disgusted.
“Tuvok is like a father to me. He is someone I look up to and go to for guidance when none can be found with Captain Janeway,” Seven said.
Tuvok said nothing, but slightly nodded his head, agreeing with Seven.
“And, the only reason B’Elanna and I fought is because we are so much like in many ways and yet very different. And I used to purposely anger her because I liked her reaction,” Seven said, her eyes twinkling.
“You still do that,” B’Elanna grumbled, faking annoyance.
“You amuse me and you are so predictable,” Seven teased. “Of course, now I like to make you pout instead since you look so cute doing it.”
Katie was shaking with silent laughter.
B’Elanna’s scowl got bigger.
“Wait a minute. Wait just one minute,” Captain Janeway said, holding up a hand. “You mean to tell me that some of those flights were started by you, just to see B’Elanna’s reaction?”
“Yes. I was only able to feel emotions fleetingly. That is why I always look like an ‘Ice Queen’. My nanoprobes would counteract the adrenaline so that I wouldn’t only feel for but a moment or two. I was able to see emotion with B’Elanna when she was angry. It was a way for me to feel for more than a few seconds,” Seven said.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked.
“The emotional inhibitor did that. Once it was taken out, I was able to feel all on my own,” Seven said.
“We have gotten far off track,” Captain Janeway said. “You two have spent fourteen years on this planet. Can you resume your duties or will you need time to relearn?”
“Nope. We can do just fine, but can we have a few days to get our kids settled in?” B’Elanna said.
“Your quarters are not big enough for a family this size. You have two kids and one on the way,” Chakotay pointed out.
“Three kids and one on the way. Icheb is our son as well,” Seven corrected.
Captain Janeway and Chakotay blinked.
“I suppose that is true,” Chakotay said slowly.
“Captain, might I make a suggestion?” Neelix asked.
“Certainly Mr. Neelix,” Captain Janeway said.
“Well, Cargo Bay 2 is mostly just used for the Borg Alcoves, Borg material and my supplies. We don’t use the Borg materials and we can easily get rid of them. My supplies could be moved to another Cargo Bay. We could turn Cargo Bay 2 into quarters for those who have children. Samantha and Naomi have such small quarters that they don’t even have a living room,” Neelix said. “Not only can we make quarters for the families on board, we can have an area in which the children can play in and we can make that area where they go if there is an emergency or something.”
“I figure that we can have all the kids’ rooms below the adults’ rooms. There can be a common living room and dinning room that they all share, of course there will be a small living room and kitchen in the adult’s quarters,” Neelix said, holding up a data PADD.
“Let me see,” Captain Janeway said.
Neelix passed the PADD to Tuvok who passed it down to Chakotay who handed it to Captain Janeway. Captain Janeway read the PADD and her eyes brows were loosing oxygen where they were on her forehead. Captain Janeway looked up at Neelix in shock.
“Mr. Neelix, these schematics are amazing. Who helped you do this?” Captain Janeway asked.
“No one. I did it myself. Lt. Carey has been giving me instructions on engineering and architecture. I would like to be of more use during an emergency. I know I am the cook, the morale officer and the ambassador for Voyager, but I would like to be able to do more. It was supposed to be a surprise,” Neelix said.
Everyone blinked in shock expect Seven who had suggested it in the first place.
“Captain, I would also like to present a proposal,” Neelix said.
“Alright,” Captain Janeway said, slightly amused and even more curious.
“I know you have banned anyone from having any more children since this is not a generation ship. But, I believe that is should be lifted to give those who wish to, a chance to have children. Quite a few of the crew are together and would like to marry and have children, but they know that they can’t have children and are uncertain if they can marry. We are more or less sixty years from the Alpha Quadrant. We may not reach the Alpha Quadrant and the crew wants to start families and have their lives in their home, Voyager is their home,” Neelix said. “Also, we could have a drawing of who gets to have children. We can have the drawing every five years, that way the children are old enough that they don’t have to be watched so much. We can have five to ten couples allowed to have children.”
Neelix passed another data PADD down which all of them read.
“Yes, well, this has been very interesting and I will think about this. For now, Seven, B’Elanna and the kids will have to sleep in B’Elanna’s quarters,” Captain Janeway said. “Dismissed… Oh, and you’ll need to go to sickbay for evaluations from the doctor.”
Chapter 5: Helmrat Goes Too Far
Part 1: The Mess Hall
A few hours later, Seven and B’Elanna, who was carrying both of their sleeping children, walked into B’Elanna’s quarters. B’Elanna walked into the bedroom and gently laid them down on the bed before walking into the living room. Seven was already sitting on the couch with her feet up on the coffee table. B’Elanna walked over and lifted Seven’s feet up before sitting down on the coffee table and placed Seven’s feet in her lap. B’Elanna then took Seven’s shoes off and started to massage one of her feet. Seven’s head fell back and a soft moan escaped her lips.
“Feeling better, love?” B’Elanna asked.
“Hmmm…” Seven mumbled.
“Ani?” B’Elanna asked as she continued to rub Seven’s feet.
“What?” Seven asked.
“Stay out of my engine room,” B’Elanna said, seriously.
Seven’s head snapped forward and she looked at B’Elanna before laughing softly. “That is very unlikely going to happen, my love,” Seven said. “Why miss the opportunity to see you and make you look sexy at the same time?”
“Just, please, don’t undermine my authority,” B’Elanna said and rolled her eyes. For some reason Seven thought that when she was pissed off, she looked extremely sexy. Go figure!
Seven frowned for a moment before sitting up and placing her feet on the floor. Seven took B’Elanna’s face in her hands and gently kissed her lips before pulling back, “Bella, I would never do that now. To do so would hurt your honor and I would never to that to my wife. I will respect your authority.”
“Thank you love,” B’Elanna said.
“But I will still tell you what you do wrong,” Seven added. “Which you frequently are.”
“Thank you… hey!” B’Elanna protested.
Seven chuckled slightly. “You are too easy to tease, my love,” Seven said softly.
B’Elanna pouted as she crawled onto the couch and curled up next to Seven, an arm thrown over the younger woman’s stomach and her head on Seven’s shoulder.
“Meanie!” B’Elanna whined.
“I only speak the truth,” Seven countered.
“I know, but you’re still a meanie!” B’Elanna agreed.
“If you say so,” Seven said.
“Well I do,” B’Elanna said, before standing up and then pulling Seven up. They went into the bedroom and got onto the bed with their kids and soon, the four women were asleep.
The next afternoon, after having transferred some of their things to the room and having been to the doctors, the four women headed to the mess hall. B’Elanna was carrying Miral and Seven was holding Katie’s hand.
“Seven!” little Naomi shouted out excitedly before rushing to the blonde, but stopped just before jumping into her hero’s arms. Naomi was shocked to see that Seven was pregnant. “Seven?”
“Hello Naomi,” Seven said softly, letting Katie’s hand go and pulled Naomi into a hug. Naomi, though confused, wrapped her arms around Seven and laid her head on Seven’s stomach. Seven hugged Naomi gently with one arm while stroking her hair with her other hand. “Naomi.” Naomi broke the hug and looked up at Seven. “Why don’t we sit down and B’Elanna and I will explain. OK?”
“Okay,” Naomi agreed and led the group to the table in the back where her mother and Icheb were sitting. B’Elanna pulls a chair out for Seven, who sites down, before handing Miral to Seven.
“I’ll go and get us something to eat,” B’Elanna said.
“Thank you, love,” Seven said, smiling, as Naomi and Sam looked at the two in surprise.
“Seven? What’s going on?” Sam asked, confused at the endearment.
Seven looked at Sam and Naomi and began to explain what had happened to her and B’Elanna. Seven had just started when B’Elanna came back with a tray of food for them. Seven smiled and continued her explanation. Seven and B’Elanna traded off explaining what had happened to them as they ate their meal. What they didn’t know was that their explanation was being broadcasted over the comm. system so that they would only have to explain once.
When B’Elanna had finished, they then noticed that there was utter silence in the mess hall. That is, until Naomi said, “So you and Seven are married, Lt. Torres? And Miral, Katie and the unborn baby are your kids?”
“That is true Spike. But me and Seven also consider Icheb as our son,” B’Elanna answered.
Naomi nodded and looked at Katie and smiled. Naomi got up and walked around to Katie and held out her hand.
“Hi, I’m Naomi Wildman. It is nice to meet you,” Naomi said, politely as Katie took her hand.
“Hi, I’m Kathryn Torres. It is a pleasure to have met my mama’s bestfriend,” Katie said, smiling widely.
Naomi and Katie began to excitedly talk as Naomi described her Flotter program as Icheb stood up and walked around the table. He sat down and gently laid a hand on Seven’s arm.
“I think of you as my mother, Seven, I have for some time. I love you, mom,” Icheb said softly.
He was sitting next to Seven and the look of love in his eyes nearly broke her heart when she though of his birthmother and what she had done to him. Seven smiled and gently stroked his cheek.
“I love you also, my son,” Seven said tenderly.
B’Elanna smiled brightly at the scene just as Miral, who was still in Seven’s arms, looked from Seven and Icheb, before leaning towards Icheb and holding out her arms. Icheb responded immediately and took her into his arms. Miral curled into a small ball and fell asleep in his arms. Seven and B’Elanna smiled at them. Miral rarely went to someone so easily and it looked like Icheb was going to have a little four year old follow him around.
The just as Sam Wildman was about to comment, a loud and annoying voice boomed out, “Well, well, well… Look what we have here. The Drone/half-Klingon mutt family.” Tom Paris walked up to the family and stood in front of B’Elanna. Unknown to Tom, the comm. system was still broadcasting all over the ship. “I demand my right to B’Elanna. It says in the Klingon customs that since I was with her first, I have the right to challenge you, Seven.”
Everyone in the room gasped. It was a well known fact that Tom had cheated on B’Elanna repeatedly with holograms and ensigns from the lower decks. Everyone had been happy that B’Elanna had finally come to her senses and dumped the childish helmrat boy.
Naomi and Katie had stopped talking and were looking at Tom like he was crazy. The two girls quickly walked over to Icheb and hid behind him.
Seven stood up, and turned to face Tom. She did not feel comfortable sitting down when she was being challenged by the helmrat. Not only that, but she wanted to rip his head off. She might be a serene pregnant woman, but she did get mad and when she did, you would not like it.
“You’re going to challenge a pregnant woman to a death match?” an ensign from engineering demanded. His name was Turkic Forlk. His father was bestfriends with a male Klingon and Turkic grew up learning about Klingon customs.
That seemed to make Tom pause.
“Ensign Paris, you are mistaken,” Seven began, stepping in front of B’Elanna. “You have no claim on B’Elanna because you dishonored her with you actions and you have no reason to challenge me. Not only that, but even if I accepted your challenge, you wouldn’t win and even if you did, B’Elanna would never want to go back to you.”
Enraged Tom reacted with out thinking and punched Seven hard in the stomach and then shoved Seven down to the floor. Seven was so surprised, she didn’t even defend herself. Seven hit the floor, landing hard on her stomach. Tom was quickly restrained by Turkic as B’Elanna and Sam bent down to examine the crying Seven.
“The baby,” Seven gasped out, clutching her stomach.
“Mama!” Katie cried out as Naomi cried, “Seven!”
“We can’t use the transporters this late in her pregnancy. I’ll have to carry her,” B’Elanna said, as she turned Seven onto her back.
“I’ll come with you,” Sam said, who was also the Doctor’s assistant. “Icheb, watch the kids.”
“I will,” Icheb promised as B’Elanna lifted Seven into her arms and ran from the room with Sam following behind her. They heard Sam contact the Doctor as they ran for sickbay. Everyone in the mess hall turned to look angrily at Tom Paris who was struggling to get out of Turkic’s arms.
“Icheb, take the kids to the holodeck,” Turkic ordered.
“Yes sir,” Icheb said and ushered Naomi and Katie out of the mess hall while he carried Miral.
Lt. Carey tapped his badge and called for Tuvok to come down to the mess hall.
“Do you have any idea what you have done? You punched a pregnant woman in the stomach and then pushed her to the ground, causing her to land on her stomach! Seven and the baby could die you moron!” Turkic shouted. “You are a goddamned assistant doctor and you should know better!”
Tom deflated as everyone one in the mess hall agreed out loud with Turkic. He realized that this was his biggest mistake ever and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to get out of it with his boyish charms. Tom lifted his head when he heard the mess hall doors open. He saw the Captain and Tuvok walk into the mess hall.
Part 2: The Bridge
Captain Janeway smiled at Chakotay as Seven finished her story.
“Well, I guess I better bring up the adoption papers for Seven and B’Elanna to adopt Icheb,” Chakotay said, after Seven and Icheb confessed that their relationship was of mother and son.
Captain Janeway was about to ask the computer to stop the ship-wide announcement, when she heard Tom say, “Well, well, well… Look what we have here. The Drone/half-Klingon mutt family. I demand my right to B’Elanna. It says in the Klingon customs that since I was with her first, I have the right to challenge you, Seven.”
Everyone on the bridge heard the people in the mess hall gasp in shock. Chakotay and the Captain looked at each other in shock as an unknown person asked, “You’re going to challenge a pregnant woman to a death match?”
Tal Celes looked at the Captain from her position at the helm, her mouth opening and closing in shock. Then they all heard Seven speak.
“Ensign Paris, you are mistaken. You have no claim on B’Elanna because you dishonored her with you actions and you have no reason to challenge me. Not only that, but even if I accepted your challenge, you wouldn’t win and even if you did, B’Elanna would never want to go back to you,” Seven said calmly, though the bridge crew could hear the underlying tension in her tone.
They then heard someone fall to the ground and cry out in pain.
“The baby,” Seven gasped out.
“Mama!” Katie cried out as Naomi cried, “Seven!”
“We can’t use the transporters this late in her pregnancy. I’ll have to carry her,” B’Elanna said.
“Computer, end ship-wide announcement!” the Captain barked and the comm. went dead.
“Lt. Carey to Lt. Tuvok.”
Tuvok tapped his comm. badge. “Tuvok here.”
“Sir, there has been an altercation in the mess hall. Ensign Pairs hit Seven in the stomach and then pushed her down and she landing on her stomach. Ensign Turkic has Ensign Paris in custody,” Carey said.
“I see. I am on my way. Tuvok out,” Tuvok said.
“Chakotay, you have the bridge. Tom has gone to far this time,” Captain Janeway said, getting up and headed for the turbolift. “Come on Tuvok.”
Captain Janeway stalked into the mess hall with Tuvok trailing behind her. Both of them saw Tom being held captive in a man’s arms. Tom actually looked scared.
“Ensign Paris,” Captain Janeway growled out. “You are herby under arrest for assault on a member of this crew and for assault on a child. You will be taken to the brig while I wait for the Doctor to tell me what has happened. Then, you will be brought to trial for your crimes. Do you understand?”
Tom could not say anything, the only thing that he could do was nod.
“Good. Tuvok, take him to the brig and I want you to guard him yourself. I don’t want anyone killing him before his trial, because it looks like many people want to,” Captain Janeway said.
Tom looked around the mess hall. Everyone looked like they wanted to cut him up into little pieces. He even saw a few of his friends who hated Seven with a passion looking at him like they wanted to kill him. Tom lowered his head as Turkic released him and Tuvok cuffed his hands behind his back. Tuvok and Tom were beamed to the brig.
Captain Janeway took in a deep breath and looked around the room before she stalked out of the mess hall.
Part 3: Premature Labor
As Sam followed the running B’Elanna, she tapped her comm. badge.
“Wildman to the Doctor,” Sam said.
“Doctor, Seven has been hurt. Tom punched her in the stomach and pushed her to the ground. She landed on her stomach. B’Elanna and I are on our way to sickbay,” Sam said.
“Alright, I’ll have everything ready for when you get here. Hurry. Doctor out.”
As soon as B’Elanna and Sam entered sickbay, the Doctor began giving orders.
“B’Elanna, put Seven on the bed. Sam, go scrub up, quickly,” the Doctor ordered.
B’Elanna quickly put seven onto the biobed and the Doctor quickly scanned her.
“What’s happening?” B’Elanna demanded.
“She’s gone into premature labor. What Tom had done has forced Seven’s water to break and the baby is coming now,” the Doctor said as Sam came up to him.
As the Doctor and Sam prepared Seven, B’Elanna got up onto the biobed and helped Seven to half sit up. B’Elanna whispered soothing words in Seven’s ear and stroked her stomach as Seven grasped her legs in a tight grip.
“It’s okay Annika. Its okay, I’ve got you. You can do it, baby. Shh…I know it hurts, I know. Calm down, my love, calm down and relax. It won’t hurt as much,” B’Elanna whispered into Seven’s ear.
Seven leaned back against B’Elanna as she winced slightly from the contractions. Seven began to take deep breaths and tried to calm down. Over the tense time, B’Elanna spoke soothingly to Seven as the Doctor and Sam tried to coax the baby out of Seven.
Finally after a half an hour, a tiny baby girl slipped out of Seven and into Sam’s hands. Sam gently cradled the baby in her arms as the Doctor cut the cord and cleaned her nose.
“You have a baby girl,” Sam said, as Seven leaned back against B’Elanna, tired from the labor, not because it was long, but because of how it happened.
B’Elanna grinned as she pressed kisses to the top of Seven’s head. “Good job, my love,” B’Elanna whispered.
As Sam took the baby to the side of the room to clean her up and do the necessary paper work for newborns, the Doctor scanned Seven. The Doctor frowned but quickly made his face neutral before he healed Seven with a dermal regenerator. Just as the Doctor finished, Sam came over with the tiny baby wrapped in a blanket. Sam handed Seven the baby, who readily took the baby in her arms and led the tiny mouth to her nipple. Seven and B’Elanna studied their child as the Doctor and Sam talked quietly in the Doctor’s office. The baby had mocha skin, deep blue eyes, and light blondish brown and forehead ridges.
“What are we going to name her?” B’Elanna asked.
“How about Rebecca? I have always found that name to be beautiful,” Seven said, looking at the newborn suckling at her nipple.
Part 4: Trial
An hour after Rebecca’s birth, Captain Janeway, Chakotay and Tuvok had been called and asked to come to sickbay. Both Captain Janeway and Chakotay had sighed with relief that Seven and the baby were okay. B’Elanna was sitting behind Seven with Seven between her legs as Seven cooed to the sleeping baby.
“Well, why did you call us down?” Captain Janeway asked.
“To put it bluntly, if Seven had been a normal human, meaning, with out her Borg enhancements, the punch to her stomach and the push to the ground would have killed her and the baby before B’Elanna could even get her here. The only reason she is alive is because of her Borg implants and nanoprobes. And, while the baby is fine and in perfect health, I would advise against Seven from trying to get pregnant again because there was some damage in Seven's womb. There is a ninety percent chance that Seven would die the next time because there was some damage that neither I nor the probes could repair,” the Doctor said.
Seven gasped in shock and clutched Rebecca closer to her as B’Elanna held Seven to her body.
“Captain, I want to charge the helmrat… I mean Tom with—” B’Elanna started but the Captain interrupted.
“Don’t worry; he isn’t getting way this time. All of the things that he has done over the years can’t even begin to compare to what he had done now. Don’t worry, he’ll be tried for the worst possible sentence,” Captain Janeway said.
Three days later, Captain Janeway, Chakotay, Tuvok, Neelix and Harry were sitting at the Senior Conference table where the trial of Tom Paris was going to take place. Tom Paris was sitting at the end facing the table the five of the senior officers sat. This trial was being broadcasted to the public, not only to show justice, but to show that the Captain might be lax, but she will punish harshly for any serious wrong doing. Seven and B’Elanna had been told that they were not allowed in because they wanted no interruptions and no… bloodshed.
“Ensign Thomas Eugene Paris, you are accused of assaulting a crew member, and not just any crew member, but an eight month pregnant crew member. You are being charged with attempted murder of Seven of Nine and attempted murder of an unborn child. You are also being charged with lesser counts; poor conduct becoming a senior officer, and discrimination,” Captain Janeway said calmly, her command mask completely down. “How do you plead?”
“Not guilty,” Tom Paris said, sitting up straight, looking ahead.
Everyone gasped at that.
“Why do you plead not guilty?” Chakotay asked.
“I had no attention of killing Seven of Nine. My actions were crimes of passion. I was pushed beyond the breaking point and acted without thought. I was upset to find out that B’Elanna had gotten married and I wanted to protest their union because I had high hopes to get back with B’Elanna after her away mission. I acted on my passions and I ask for a lesser charge and reduced sentence,” Tom said, arrogantly.
“Denied,” Captain Janeway said.
“Not only did I, the Captain, Tuvok, Neelix and Harry hear what had been said, but so did all of the ship. Every single person in the mess hall that day has come forward in the two days before the trial and told me and the Captain what they saw. They even had detailed reports on it,” Chakotay said, sharply.
“The Doctor gave us a report saying that if Seven of Nine had not had Borg implants and enhancements; she would have died from what you had done to her. Not only would she have died, but her unborn child would have died to. You are a nurse, you should have known what you actions would cause,” Harry said, rage and anger underlying his tone.
“The five of us have reviewed the reports and the recorded interviews. Then we reviewed your personal file and all of your ‘black marks’. It has been decided that since most of us are not completely impartial, you will be kept in stasis until our next transmission with Starfleet in three weeks and they will decide your fate,” Tuvok said.
Tom’s jaw clenched. “But you need me. I am the best pilot on the ship and with out me, Voyager will not be able to get out of the jams that we get into,” Tom pointed out.
“That is not true. Ensign Tal Celes is an excellent pilot. She has even scored higher than you, but had requested to be put in Astrometrics because that is her interests. Not only that, but there are many people on board who have the ability to learn how to pilot just as, if not better than, you,” Tuvok said.
Tom clenched his jaw tighter. “I am also the assistant doctor. What if you have an emergency? You’ll need me,” Tom pointed out. He was truly now grasping at straws.
“That’s not true,” Neelix objected. “Ensign Samantha Wildman and a few others are also learning from the Doctor. Ensign Corey McDonald is going to become the Doctor’s full time assistant and when she is ready she will be the co-doctor with the Doctor for those females who wish that their doctor was female and for when the Doctor is forced to be offline.”
“Mr. Paris, you will be escorted to sickbay by Lt. Tuvok where you will be put into stasis by the Doctor,” Captain Janeway said, trying to bring this trial to an end.
“May I ask why I am being put into stasis and not the brig?” Tom asked.
“For one, stasis is not as much of a drain on resources as the brig is. Second, it is for your protection. Many of the crew is very angry with you and we would not want you to be killed before Starfleet can decide on your punishment,” Chakotay replied.
Tom gulped as he paled. “Okay,” Tom squeaked.
“Tuvok,” Captain Janeway ordered.
Tuvok stood up and walked over to Tom who also stood up. Tuvok then cuffed him and led him out of the room as Captain Janeway ordered for the feed to stop. Captain Janeway looked at her first officer as she slumped in her seat. They both hoped that Starfleet has an answer for them about what to do with Tom in six weeks.
Chapter 6: Convictions, Talks, Implicating
Part 1: Sentencing
Four weeks later, Neelix’s plan to turn Cargo Bay 2 into housing for families had been approved. Engineering had started to work on it, although they did improve Neelix’s plans. Engineering said that they the new housing could hold five families. While the housing was not as spacious as they would be on a real generation ship, it would serve its purpose and free up a few other rooms so that they could be turned into family quarters if necessary.
So far seven couples have up and asked to be married, two lesbian couples, one gay couple and four straight couples. Out of the seven of them, three of them have asked to have children.
There has been some shuffling around,” Captain Janeway said as people moved in with their lovers or people moved out to make room for their roommate’s lover.
Six weeks later the Captain and first officer were enclosed in the Ready Room the morning of the transmissions from earth while the crew talked to their families in the rooms set up for privacy.
“Hello Captain, Commander,” Admiral Paris said, smiling slightly. “What did you need to talk to me about?”
“You were right,” Captain Janeway said.
Admiral Paris looked at her confused.
“You were right about Tom,” Captain Janeway admitted.
“Oh? What has he done now?” Admiral Paris asked.
“I will send you all of the information,” Captain Janeway said as she quickly sent the information. When the Admiral got it, he read it quickly and his face drained of color. When he looked up Captain Janeway continued, “We need you or someone to make a decision. None of us besides Tuvok are impartial; we need someone else to make the judge meant and sentencing.”
Admiral Paris nodded slowly as he thought. He sighed. “The only sentence is death. His record speaks against him. If this information is correct, which I am sure it is, then his punishment is either death, being marooned or being put in a penal colony. Since I rather he not be marooned in the Delta Quadrant and there is no penal colony, there is only one choice,” Admiral Paris said.
“Are you sure. He is your son,” Chakotay said.
“I am. Every admiral would agree with me. You can’t keep him in the brig or stasis forever; it will be a drain on your resources. It is the only way,” Admiral Paris said.
Captain Janeway and Chakotay nodded their understanding.
Part 2: Talking with Mother
B’Elanna and Seven were in their bed in B’Elanna’s quarters. The children were asleep in the living room and the baby was in a crib in the corner of their bedroom. Seven was on her back and she was holding B’Elanna in her arms. Both of them were awake and were content to lay in peace. B’Elanna’s head was pillowed on Seven’s breast, one of her legs was thrown over Seven’s legs and with one of her hands she was tracing the abdominal implant. Seven had one arm behind her head and with her other hand, she ran her fingers through B’Elanna’s hair and massaged B’Elanna’s head, causing the small Klingon to purr.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Seven asked, breaking the quiet.
“Love?” Seven tried again.
“B’Elanna Torres,” Seven growled out.
“Don’t wanna,” B’Elanna muttered, cuddling closer to Seven.
“Be’nal, something is bothering you. Tell me what it is,” Seven ordered.
“I’m worried about talking to my mother, how she will react to you and the kids,” B’Elanna said with worry.
The last transmission they had found out that B’Elanna’s mother was alive and B’Elanna had put in a request to talk to her as soon as possible. But that had been before B’Elanna had gotten married and sired three kids and adopted another.
“You need not worry, I am sure your mother will accept us. After all, we are soulmates,” Seven said.
Two hours later, Seven, B’Elanna, Icheb, Katie, Miral and Rebecca were in one of the rooms that were for personal transmissions between families. They would get a half an hour since both B’Elanna and Seven had fifteen minutes each. Seven and B’Elanna were sitting beside each other. Seven was cradling a sleeping Rebecca in her arms, while B’Elanna was holding Miral. Icheb was sitting next to B’Elanna and Katie was sitting on his lap. When B’Elanna looked at the teenage boy, she tried not to smile, Katie, Naomi and Miral followed him every where.
‘Video feed in twenty seconds’ the computer intoned.
B’Elanna looked back to the screen and waited for her mother to appear with bated breath. When her mother appeared, her face showed shock.
“B’Elanna?” Miral asked, looking a little confused.
B’Elanna looked at Seven before turning back to her mother and quickly explaining what was going on.
“So… these are our children. The eldest at sixteen is Icheb, we rescued him from the Borg a few years ago and we adopted him three weeks ago. Our second child is seven years old and since Seven had her, Seven named her after her maternal figure, our captain, Kathryn, but we call her Katie. Our third child, who I had, is four and we named her… we named her after you. And seven just gave birth to our last child, Rebecca, six weeks ago,” B’Elanna said, finishing her explanation.
“From what you told me, Seven had Rebecca three to four weeks early. Why?” Miral said, detecting something in her daughter’s tone when she talked about Rebecca.
“She went into premature labor,” B’Elanna admitted darkly.
“Why?” Miral demanded. “And what happened to that Tom Paris?”
When neither Seven nor B’Elanna answered, Icheb did.
“SoSnI’, Mr. Paris acted without honor when he copulated with a hologram whilst he was with SoSoy, so she terminated their relationship before she and mom left for their away mission. When SoSoy and mom returned he was enraged to find out that they were married because he had hoped to salvage their relationship. He confronted us in the mess hall and tried to challenge Seven until another crew member pointed out that would mean he would have to kill Seven, who was pregnant. Seven then told him that B’Elanna wouldn’t want him anyway and he proceeded to punch her in the stomach and then push her down and she landed on her stomach. That caused her to go into premature labor,” Icheb said in a cool Borg tone but you could hear his fear clearly.
Miral stared at the teenage boy before looking at B’Elanna.
“Is this true?” Miral demanded.
B’Elanna closed her eyes before nodding.
Miral could barely control her rage as she said, “How dare that…” really bad curse! “…hurt one of my daughters!”
“Well, at least we now that she approves of me,” Seven interjected, trying to change the subject.
“Of course I do! Anyone who can accept B’Elanna for who she is, I would gladly accept!” Miral said, slightly offended. Miral then proceeded to ignore Seven and B’Elanna and addressed her grandchildren “Would you like to hear some stories about your SoSoy?”
“YES!” Katie shouted excitedly as B’Elanna groaned and buried her face into her hands. Icheb nodded his agreement and Miral began to tell stories about the little terror that B’Elanna once was.
Fifteen minutes later, B’Elanna glared at the blank screen, her face burning red with embarrassment. B’Elanna turned to her family and raised a mock threatening fist and shook it playfully. “One word… say just one word about this and I’ll tickle you all till you pee your pants!” B’Elanna threatened.
They all laughed and teased her before they took off running with B’Elanna running behind them.
Part 3: Fake Out
Tom stood in parade rest in front of his captain and first officer. It was the day after the three day long transmissions in which the captain and the first officer had talked to Starfleet.
“Ensign Thomas Eugene Pairs, by order of Starfleet command, you are sentenced to death for the attempted murder of a pregnant woman and her unborn child. For three hours, anyone who wishes to see you to say anything to you before you die will be allowed that chance. You will have two hours to set your affairs straight. Five hours from now you will be taken to sickbay where the doctor will first put you to sleep and then inject three stimulates into you, one to stop you from feeing pain, one to stop brain functions, and one to stop your heart,” Captain Janeway said.
Tom looked at his captain in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that his father would allow him to be put to death. Tom looked into his two commanding officers’ eyes and knew it was true. His father would have been the first one they talked to and his own father allowed him to be put to death!
“You are excused. You will be escorted to your quarters by Tuvok,” Chakotay said.
Tom nodded and left the Ready Room. Once the doors closed Chakotay looked at Janeway. “Are you sure we should have done that?” Chakotay asked.
“He didn’t kill Seven and he had no intention of doing so. He acted impulsively. And we need him. Not just to pilot or to be a nurse, but we need every person to get back home. He’ll be in the brig for three months. After the three months, he’ll spend all of his off time that he isn’t on duty in the brig for nine months. He’ll be on the Beta and Gamma shifts after he gets out of the brig and he will be busted down to crewmen. He won’t be allowed to pilot until he can get back to ensign. All of his holodeck time and replicator rations will be taken away for two years,” Captain Janeway said.
The captain looked at her first officer.
“All of this was just to scare him. He needs to learn that he cannot act like this. He shouldn’t act like this and I’ve let him get away with it to much. And I almost cost Seven and her child their lives. I just need him to think about his actions and what the consequences are,” Captain Janeway said.
“Does Starfleet know you are doing this?” Chakotay asked.
“Yes,” Captain Janeway said.
Part 4: Revenge
Tom sat in his darkened quarters with his face in his hands. He was going to be put to death just because he had almost killed Seven and the bastard kid by accident. Why would they sentence him to death? Was this a scare tactic? He has had heard of people the captain has threatened with a serious punishment and gave them some time to think before giving the real punishment. Tom looked up and his face hardened. No, the captain wouldn’t do that to him! She liked his father too much and she cared for him also too much to do that. He would get a little bit of revenge before he died.
Tom jumped up from the couch and began to pace as he thought. He quickly formed a plan in his mind. From what he knew, the two oldest brats spent time with Naomi in Flotter around this time and Icheb was in astrometrics and B’Elanna was in Engineering while Seven stayed in B’Elanna’s quarters with the bastard child.
“Computer, what is the location of B’Elanna, Katie, Miral and Icheb?” Tom asked.
‘B’Elanna is in engineering, Katie and Miral are in holodeck two and Icheb is in astrometrics,’ the computer intoned.
Tom grinned evilly.
“Computer, what is the location of Seven?” Tom asked.
‘Seven is in her quarters,’ the computer intoned.
“Computer, what room is Seven in and what is her status?” Tom asked.
‘Seven is in the bedroom and is inactive,’ the computer said.
Tom ran and grabbed a few things from his bathroom. He grabbed a hypospray that would knock Seven out and then he could deal with her.
Chapter 7: Death
A few hours earlier.
B’Elanna was holding her little daughter as she watched Seven dressed Miral. Miral and Katie were going to the holodeck with Naomi to play with Flotter. Icheb was going to work in astrometrics for Seven while Seven stayed home with the baby. The Captain had ordered Seven to stay home with her baby for a few months since she had done the same with Sam Wildman and Naomi. Seven would work when she needed to, but until it was necessary, Seven would stay home. What wasn’t said was the fact that Seven was still in pain from her surgery from two weeks ago. The Doctor had removed her abdominal implant and most of her ovaries because of the damage during Seven’s last birthing. Seven wasn’t healing as fast because she couldn’t regenerate anymore.
Once the little one’s were dressed and Icheb had left for work, B’Elanna helped Seven into bed where she placed a few lazy kisses onto the younger woman’s lips. B’Elanna pulled her lips away and looked at Seven with a stern expression. She put a finger on Seven’s nose.
“You will rest for the whole day and you will not work at all. All you will do is care for the Wa’Hom. Understood?” B’Elanna demanded.
“Yes, My Lord,” Seven half mocked.
“Seven,” B’Elanna growled.
“Yes, love, I understand,” Seven said, easily complying. She knew that her beloved was just worried about her.
“Good. I’ll be back for lunch. Love you,” B’Elanna said, before pressing a few more soft kisses to Seven’s lips.
“Love you two,” Seven said as B’Elanna stood up and walked over to the small crib. B’Elanna reached in and gently rubbed her daughter’s cheeks. B’Elanna then walked to the door and ordered lights off. In the living room, Katie and Miral were sitting on the couch waiting for her. She held out her hands and her two daughters each grabbed one. The three of them then left their quarters and headed for the holodeck.
“Thanks, Sam,” B’Elanna said as she watched her two daughters run off with Naomi in the holodeck.
“You’re welcome, but next time you’re off, you get to take them!” Sam said, laughing.
“Alright, deal,” B’Elanna said, before headed off to engineering.
B’Elanna was talking to Joe Cary about trying to install some of her ideas from the White Dragon onto Voyager. They were trying to figure out how to integrate the chameleon cloak, the internal cloak, the hull protection and the shielding. B’Elanna was explaining how she invented the chameleon cloak when she stopped mid-word. Something was wrong… Something was wrong with Seven! Without an explanation, B’Elanna sprinted from engineering and headed for her quarters. Just before she reached her quarters, she called for Tuvok and asked him to meet her at her quarters. As she entered her quarters, she heard Tom yelling at seven.
“You stupid fucking bitch ruined my life! Take this and this!” Tom screamed.
B’Elanna ran into her bedroom and saw Seven on the bed and Tom hitting her as he raped her! B’Elanna howled and flew at Tom. She hit him in the head and dragged him off of Seven and then threw him out into the living room where he crashed into the coffee table just as Tuvok entered the quarters. Tuvok didn’t waste raising an eyebrow; he just picked Tom up and handcuffed him.
“Watch him,” Tuvok said to his second in command.
“Yes, sir,” Lt. Radical Ransom Riley, a.k.a. 3-R, said as she took hold of Tom, who was slowly regaining consciousness, as Tuvok walked into the bedroom.
“Computer, site to site transport, B’Elanna and Seven to sickbay,” Tuvok ordered and B’Elanna and Seven disappeared in a haze of blue light. Tuvok walked over to the crib and picked up the baby. He walked back into the living room and handed 3-R the baby and took Tom. “Watch her.” He left his second in command shocked, her arms full of baby.
“But—I—but… yes sir,” 3-R stuttered out before her commander left the room. After he did, e-R looked down at the tiny bundle and wondered what the hell she was to do with a baby!
As that was happening, B’Elanna and Seven appeared in sickbay before a startled Doctor and Captain. B’Elanna wasted no time and quickly picked Seven up and put her on the biobed.
“What happened?” the Doctor asked as he began to scan Seven.
“Tom, that fucking helmrat, was rapping her as he hit her, saying she ruined his life,” B’Elanna snarled, her fists close by her side as her entire body shook.
“Don’t just stand there! Help me!” the Doctor exclaimed.
“Right,” B’Elanna said and quickly went to the Doctor’s medical instruments as the Captain quietly slipped out.
Captain Kathryn Janeway was on a mission. Everyone in the hall ways jumped out of her way, hoping that she wasn’t mad that them. They didn’t know weather to run, salute or shit. Captain Janeway stalked to the brig and when she entered, she saw Tom in the holding cell and Tuvok standing guard. Captain Janeway stood in front of the cell and Tom shrank when he saw his captain. Captain Janeway was shaking and her whole body was flushed red.
“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?” Captain Janeway shouted.
Tom cringed but quickly found his miss guided confidence and self righteousness. “Hey, if I’m going to be put to death, then I might as well take that fucking bitch with me!” Tom snarled.
Captain Janeway froze and then threw her hands up in bewilderment.
“Tom, we weren’t going to put you to death! That was a goddamned scare tactic to get you to be a mature adult!” Captain Janeway said. “Your real punishment was, to be in the brig for three months. After the three months, you’d have spent all of your off time that you weren’t on duty in the brig for nine months. You’d have been on the Beta and Gamma shifts after you got out of the brig and you would have been busted down to crewmen. You wouldn’t have been allowed to pilot until you got back to ensign. All of your holodeck time and replicator rations would have been taken away for two years. But now, you’ll have to be tried again!”
Captain Janeway began to pace, her arms moving wildly as Tom looked at her in shock. Captain Janeway turned back to him, her eyes blazing.
“Do you have any idea what you have done now? I don’t need to contact Starfleet, nor hold a trial. You just ruined your last chance. I’ll talk to Chakotay and Tuvok. But just so you know, this time it isn’t a scare tactic. You will be sentenced to death,” Captain Janeway growled out and then left the brig.
Tom looked at Tuvok in shock.
“I was in there for an hour, I would have been told if it was just a scare tactic by then,” Tom said.
“That is correct. I did not inform you that it was a scare tactic after an hour,” Tuvok said.
Tom looked at Tuvok in shock.
“Seven of Nine is like a daughter to me. I have spoken to the Commander and I have legally adopted seven of Nine, although the Captain and Seven do not know. On Vulcan, if the daughter of a Vulcan prince is hurt by a man, seriously hurt or raped, in other words, the man is sentenced to death. You hurt my daughter and you deserve nothing but death,” Tuvok said.
“That—that—you—why—how?” Tom sputtered.
“Let me simplify it. You caused Seven harm and now I will have revenge for the hurt you caused my daughter by your death,” Tuvok said, smiling evilly.
“Wait, something is wrong with you! I can call for miss trial since Vulcans can’t feel,” Tom said, glee lacing his voice.
“That is not correct. Vulcans can feel. Their feelings are so intense and dangerous that we repress them so that we do not hurt other people and end up extinct. We are worse than the Klingons. Goodbye Mr. Paris,” Tuvok said and Tom stared at the security chief as he left the room with a slight strut to his gait.
B’Elanna was sitting next to the bed that held Seven. B’Elanna chuckled humorlessly. This was becoming a really bad habit. Three dies Seven has been on the verge of dying, two times from child birth and now this. B’Elanna didn’t know if she could handle this. Not the loving her wife and having a life together, that part she can handle easily. The part she couldn’t handle was this, her beloved being hurt and nothing she can do about it. She was a Klingon through and through even though she didn’t want to admit it. She was a person of action, she couldn’t stand doing nothing. But, there was nothing she could do. Tom had been put to death two days ago for the rape and attempted murder of Seven. The whole ship had been pissed at what Tom had done, especially the females.
The Captain, Chakotay and Tuvok had taken a half an hour to decide that Tom was guilty of his crimes and that he had spent his last chance and that they had no choice but to put him to death since everything else they had tried had not worked. They had put him to death three days later after everything thing had been taken care of—paper work, wills, saying good bye and such.
About three days later, seven woke up from her coma. The Doctor said that it would be a few months until she recovered full and she might need to have therapy. All was well for the time being.
TBC in “The Creator”
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