Title: Everything Disclaimers: Paramount owns anything and everything associated with Voyager and her characters.  I just enjoy playing with them and shall make no money from this. This story depicts women who love women and aren’t afraid to show it.  That means sex.  If you can’t deal with that, I believe Barney is playing on someone’s television from the last century.  If you are too young or this is illegal where you live, leave now.  Oh, yeah.  The character of Lt. Rain Masters is all mine. Spoilers: Too many episodes to mention, with the exception of “Imperfection” and “Human Error” Archive: Perfect Misfits for sure.  All others, please ask. Rating: Ch. 1-10, R, later chapters, maybe NC-17; a T/7, J/f story Chapter 21 “Her heart rate has increased by 27 percent, the rate of breathing 18 percent,” announced the EMH. “Yeah, but are you detecting any cortical activity?” asked the engineer. “Yes,” he replied excitedly. B’Elanna continued on to the next stage of the procedure, blocking out all other distractions, focusing totally on her task.  She furiously rerouted pathways, careful not to intersect the synaptic relays, mindful of her need to hurry but not rush.  She finished the procedure at the 40 minute mark, and the cortical node never shutdown.  Seven’s idea had given the engineer the six extra minutes she needed to complete the task. Wiping the sweat from her brow, B’Elanna waited for the Doctor’s prognosis. “Lieutenant,” he began, barely keeping the excitement out of his voice, “it appears the procedure was a success.  Congratulations!” B’Elanna’s smile was huge.  Her relief palpable.  Looking over at Seven, though, her smile faltered.  Tears were streaming down the former Borg’s face.  “Soch, baby?  What’s wrong?  I thought this would make you happy,” she whispered as she approached. Seven swiped at her tears.  “It does, tIq’wI’, it does.”  A furious buzzing accompanied her words. “Uh oh,” said the Doctor and B’Elanna at the same time, as the half-Klingon reached out to steady the swaying drone. “Let’s get you to your alcove, bang’wI’,” whispered B’Elanna tenderly, holding Seven up.  She initiated a site-to-site transport to the Cargo Bay and helped Seven into her alcove.  Caressing her face gently, she said, “yIQongchu’, Soch.  Can’t have you missing your date with Naomi.” Seven responded shakily, “Indeed.  Thank you, B’Elanna.  I love you.” B’Elanna moved to the console to activate the regeneration sequence.  Just as the cycle engaged, she whispered, “I love you, too.”  A smile formed on Seven’s lips as she drifted off into cybernetic slumber. B’Elanna was about to leave the Cargo Bay when the Captain entered. “Lieutenant, is everything all right?  Tuvok alerted me when he noticed a site to site transport in progress.”  The Captain gave Torres a concerned look and glanced up at Seven in her alcove. “Actually, Captain, things couldn’t be better.”  B’Elanna explained about the progress on the holodeck and what precipitated Seven’s need for regeneration. Janeway gave an understanding nod and asked, “When do you think you’ll actually perform the surgery?” Leaving the Cargo Bay together, B’Elanna responded, “If it were up to me, tomorrow.  But I think the Doctor wants to wait a few days.  I know Seven will need to regenerate for about 24 hours prior to the surgery and for at least 216 hours after.” “216!  But that’s-“ “Nine days, I know,” replied the diminutive Klingon morosely.  “The Doc seems to think it will take that long for her cortical node to adapt to the changes.” “B’Elanna, I’ve been meaning to sit down and talk with you about this.  I wanted to make sure you were really okay with performing this procedure,” the Captain gently inquired.  As the two headed back toward the holodeck, B’Elanna thought about her answer.  “The Doctor gave me some good advice last night.  He told me to focus on my love for Seven, rather than on my fear of what might happen.  It worked.  I felt very comfortable during today’s simulations.  I can do this, Captain.  And at this point, I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do it.” Janeway reached out to rest a hand on Torres’ shoulder.  “Somehow I don’t think Seven would, either,” she chuckled.  B’Elanna smiled in response, nodding her agreement. “I understand you all had an emotional evening yesterday,” stated the Captain. B’Elanna flashed Janeway a smug grin.  “Yep.  We bonded.  All of us.”  Then in a voice soft with wonder, she continued, “I was already in love with all of them, Kathryn. Seven, Icheb, Azan, Rebi, and Mizoti.  I mean, hat over boots in love.  Then I walked into Astrometrics, and they were all on the floor searching for constellations in some strange starfield, learning how to use their imaginations.  Jesus, Kathryn!  How could I NOT fall in love all over again?  Then we talked about how much I loved Seven, how much I loved them, how much Seven loved them, but couldn’t show it, and vice versa.  You know what I mean?  They’re just so damn beautiful.  All of them.  And they’re mine,” she finished in a whisper. Janeway pulled B’Elanna into a big hug.  “I’m so happy for you, B’Elanna.  You deserve this.  And they deserve you.  So let’s get this ‘inhibitor’ stuff out of the way, so you can go get yourself a family.  Deal?”  When B’Elanna gave a watery chuckle and nodded her head, they went off to discuss the surgery with the Doctor. It was two hours later when B’Elanna ended her duty shift.  As she was walking to her quarters, rubbing her swollen stomach, she stopped.  Realizing that she had a date with four Borg children in less than two hours, B’Elanna began to panic.  What am I gonna do with four children?  Four Borg children?  Aloud she said, “I am in so much trouble.”  Slapping her forehead, she entered her quarters. Chapter 22 At 18:55 hours, B’Elanna found herself striding down the corridor to Cargo Bay 2.  She was a few yards from its doors when Seven came striding out.  As they passed one another, B’Elanna gave her love a small, intimate smile.  Seven reached out to grab the half-Klingon’s hand, giving it a quick squeeze before releasing it and continuing on her way.  B’Elanna stood just outside the doors to Cargo Bay 2, watching until Seven entered the turbolift.  When the doors to the ‘lift closed, she entered the Cargo Bay. Inside she was greeted by four entirely too serious children.  “Un uh.  No way,” she stated flatly, hands settling on her hips.  All four children were at parade rest, feet shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind their backs.  And they were lined up like stair steps, Icheb, followed by Azan and Rebi, then Mizoti. As the oldest, Icheb took the initiative.  “Have you changed your mind about spending your evening in our company, Lieutenant?”  Were he not Borg, he might have sounded disappointed. B’Elanna’s look softened.  “No, of course not.  But you guys have got to loosen up.  It’s just an expression,” she raised her hand to forestall the inevitable question. “I want you to be comfortable with me.  And if you’re anything like Seven, and I know you are, you fall back on Borg mannerisms when you’re nervous.  I love you.  You have nothing to be nervous about.”  Then with sudden trepidation, she asked tentatively, “Or do you just not want to hang out with me?” Rebi stepped forward to field that one.  “I cannot speak for the others, but I have been anticipating our evening together to the extent that the efficiency of my studies has been compromised by 36 percent.  I will also admit to feeling this ‘nervousness’ you spoke of.  I am unsure why.”  His brow crinkled in the most adorable fashion, and B’Elanna’s heart melted. Mizoti walked up to the half-Klingon and said, “My efficiency has decreased by 41 percent for the same reasons.  And I am not nervous.  This is how I always stand.” B’Elanna smirked at that and turned expectantly to Icheb and Azan. Icheb smiled and said, “I am not nervous, either, as I have spent time with you before.  I am merely ‘excited,’ I believe is the emotion, that I will now have a chance to get to know you better.  My efficiency has been compromised by 35.68 percent.” B’Elanna noticed Azan hanging back, well behind the others.  “What’s the matter, wa’Hom?” she asked softly, walking up to the silent boy.  “It’s okay if you’re ‘efficiency’ wasn’t compromised,” she remarked dryly. “My apologies, Lieutenant.  I am nervous, yet I wish to spend time in your company.  My efficiency was compromised by eleven percent in anticipation of this event.” “Only 11, Azan?” she teased. “Yes.  I am sorry, Lieutenant.  Perhaps the percentage would have been higher had I not also been worrying about Seven of Nine.” The engineer closed her eyes for a second to hold back the sudden onslaught of tears.  She took a deep breath before she replied to the scared little boy.  She knelt on the deck and tried to say something.  Finally, she just gave up and pulled the boy into her arms.  “Oh, sweetie, it’s okay,” she whispered, stroking her hand over his head, ruffling his hair.  After a short moment, she stood up.  She definitely didn’t want a premature ending to the evening, which would certainly happen if the children got too emotional. “I guess Seven didn’t tell you.  I completed two successful simulations on the holodeck today.  Whenever the Doctor gives the okay, we can repair Seven.  So you can stop worrying.  Let’s just have a good time tonight and let tomorrow work itself out.”  B’Elanna tilted her head, looking for assent from all four children. Azan looked relieved at the news and nodded vigorously at her.  Icheb just grinned while Rebi and Mizoti gave a typically reserved Borg response—- they tilted their heads. B’Elanna ushered them out of the Cargo Bay to begin their evening. “Kathryn, look at me.”  Rain waited until the smoky gray gaze lifted at the command.  “We need to talk about last night.”  Rain was, once again, ensconced in the Captain’s quarters after their duty shifts, after she had convinced the Doctor to allow her back on limited duty a day earlier than he would have wished.  As amusing as the Captain’s fainting spell had been at the time, Rain knew that Kathryn had a few things to overcome regarding the changes about to take place in both their lives.  They had been unable to complete their conversation last night, due to Rain’s illness. Kathryn gazed at her mate and let out a sigh, saying dryly, “I guess I should have expected this when you said you weren’t just an average Energetic.” Rain gave a little chuckle.  “Figures you’d notice I said that.” “Well you don’t have to sound so pleased at my discomfort,” Kathryn complained. “Oh, love,” laughed Rain, “I’m not.  It’s just that I’m happy.  You make me happy.  I am who I am.  I can’t change that, even if I wanted to,” she continued softly.  “Will you be able to accept all of this?” she asked, pointing to herself. Kathryn stood up and walked over to Rain.  She wrapped her arms around the Energetic and whispered into her ear, “Of course I will.  I was just surprised.”  In a normal voice, she continued, “It’s not everyday a girl is told she’s about to marry royalty,” she finished dryly.  She released Rain and walked back to the sofa, collapsing in exhaustion. Rain eyed this with concern.  “I know you’ve been worrying about that all day, and I think I can ease your fears-“ Kathryn interrupted with, “How did you know I was worried?” Rain just shrugged her broad shoulders.  “I sensed it,” she replied in a matter of fact tone. “You can do that?  Sense how I’m feeling?” Kathryn asked with dismay. Rain blushed and lifted her shoulders again.  “Well…yeah.  Oh, by the way, didn’t I tell you I was Energetic?” she mocked lightly. “Watch it,” warned Kathryn, a grin threatening to split across her tired face. Rain ran her fingers through her long hair and continued, “If you’ll recall, I’m drawn to energy signatures.  Yours in particular.  I can sense if you’re worried, sad, excited, sick, or confident.  As it stands right now, any emotions you feel have to be strong for me to sense them.  God, you drove me nuts when we went through the Void!” Rain paused and shuddered.  Then continued, “Once we’re mated, I will always know how you feel.  You won’t have anywhere to hide.  Sorry,” she finished, looking anything but repentant.  A smile flirted around her lips. Kathryn looked at her in awe.  “Can you do that with everybody?” Rain’s brow crinkled as she responded. “Of course not.  I’m not Betazoid, Kathryn.  I’m Energetic.  My bond is with you.  The only extraordinary outside emotions I feel come from one of two places.  First and most significant is you.  The second is somewhat painful.  I am ene’.  King,” she clarified, seeing the question in Kathryn’s eyes.  “I can sense when another Energetic dies.  Other than that, I can only sense emotions and feelings from you.  Once we’re mated, what you feel, I feel.” “Will I have any advantage in this relationship?” Kathryn asked wryly. Rain just stared at her in disbelief.  “You’ve got to be kidding.  Kathryn, there hasn’t been one aspect of my life, in all 399 years of it, that hasn’t been driven, in some way, by you.  And you’ve literally owned my body for all of yours.  Just because you didn’t know it, doesn’t make it any less true.  Everything I am is driven by my need for you.” The Captain of the Federation Starship Voyager just melted in a metaphoric puddle.  She rose and approached her intended.  “Permission to kiss the King?” she teasingly inquired. Rain looked tempted to haul the Captain over her shoulder and carry her off to be ravished.  Seeing the look, Kathryn said, “I take it that’s a ‘yes?’” Rain gave in to her needs.  She bent down and took Kathryn’s lips in an explosion of passion, unable to hold back.  She crushed the smaller woman to her chest, lifting her slightly off her feet.  When the need for oxygen became critical, she managed to rein in her desire, lifting her lips from Kathryn’s only to gasp, “Enge’mi’, you have GOT to Accept me,” she begged somewhat desperately.  “I’m not sure how much longer I can control myself.”  And, indeed, Kathryn felt how taut Rain was holding herself, visibly trembling much as she had several days ago during her Transcendence. Kathryn was alarmed.  “What is it, baby?  I thought your Transcendence ended several days ago.”  She rubbed her hands up and down Rain’s back, unknowingly arousing the young Energetic further. Rain hissed in a deep breath and gently disengaged herself from Kathryn’s embrace.  “It did, enge’mi’, but you have yet to Accept me.  Once the Awareness began, which was the moment you realized I was your mate, my body sensed the change in yours.  Once that happens, all bets are off.  My needs are just as strong now as they have been during my Transcendences.  Of course, they’re nothing compared to how strong they will be during my NEXT Transcendence,” she remarked in a self-deprecating manner. Kathryn was still alarmed at Rain’s state.  “Darling, of course I accept you.” Rain looked deep into her Captain’s eyes, searching for what she needed.  Seeing it, she smiled.  “Yes, enge’mi’, but there is a Ritual.  I wasn’t sure you were ready for it.” Kathryn grabbed onto Rain’s hands, rubbing them between her own.  “I’m yours, love.  What do I need to do?  And what does that mean?  Enge’mi’.” Again, Rain smiled, enormously relieved at the progress in their relationship.  “It means ‘my queen.’  Before we complete the Acceptance, I want to tell you what that will mean after we’re mated.”  Seeing Kathryn’s nod, she continued, “My title is not something I was born to.  It is impossible to pass the title that way.” Kathryn was fascinated but confused.  “Then how did you get to be King?” Rain smiled.  “This might be hard for you to handle, ele’mi’.  The King of Energetics is the single most powerful Energetic in existence.  The second I was conceived and born it was known throughout the universe that I was King.  Royalty is not a function of birth.  It is a function of power.  And I have it.  Remember, enge’mi’, I am THE 9th Power Energetic.  The King before me was only a 5th Power.  When we mate, I will be THE 10th Power Energetic, the highest ever created.  That is what makes me King.  You are only Queen because you are my mate.  Having no powers yourself, it will merely be a title.  It will, however, grant you immense respect throughout the universe.  Does that ease your mind?” Kathryn offered up a huge sigh of relief.  “Yes.  Enormously.  I love you.  I want to marry you.  I want to be your mate.  I accept you.  But I don’t want to be a Queen.  I’m immensely glad it’s only a title.  Being Captain is hard enough.”  Her husky voice deepened with the weight lifted from her shoulders.  Then she quirked her eyebrow, “ele’mi’?” Rain burst out laughing at the intense relief on Kathryn’s face.  “Yes.  It means ‘my heart.’  And you are.”  She paused before she addressed her mate in a more serious tone.  “Kathryn.  I need you to have engineering cut the power from your quarters.  Go through Tuvok or the Doctor if it will make you more comfortable.  They also need to activate the containment field that surrounds your quarters.”  Seeing Kathryn’s surprise, she continued, “Yes.  I know about the containment field.  One always surrounds the Captain’s quarters.  You need to activate it before we can proceed,” she finished softly. Kathryn was a little nervous.  She accepted her fate, her future with Rain, but her ignorance with what was about to happen frightened her.  She nodded at the Energetic and walked over to the console at her desk.  She contacted Tuvok and requested he take care of the necessary arrangements.  He did not seem surprised and said, “Certainly, Captain.  I will have the modifications in place within twenty minutes.” “Thanks, Tuvok.  Janeway out.”  Turning to Rain, who was gazing at her intently, she asked, “Does he know what’s going on?” Rain shook herself from her desire-laden stupor and replied, “Yeah, kind of.  I spoke with him today.  Since he knew we had passed Awareness, I needed to let him know a little of what was to come.  He doesn’t know any details, but he knows I have to expend a great deal of Energy during the mating rituals.” Kathryn nodded.  “I want to Accept you.  What do I do?  Can you explain what’s about to happen?” Rain sensed her nervousness and strove to alleviate it.  “It’s really very simple, ele’mi’.  It is the first stage in introducing my energy signature directly with yours.  As I become increasingly emotional, some of the energy harnessed in my body will escape.  It will automatically embrace the energy escaping from yours.  The difference is that you will physically SEE my energy signature, whereas yours isn’t strong enough to be seen.  Once the signatures connect, you will begin to understand all that I am.  I will recite the ceremonial words.  They are in the Energetic language, but you’ll understand them as long as our signatures are joined.  You have but one task.  When I have completed the ceremony, you need to respond in the affirmative if you are still willing.  When the time comes, you will know exactly what to say.” Kathryn’s nervousness evaporated in a wave of anticipation.  She desperately wanted to do this for Rain.  She was finding her fate to be increasingly fascinating.  Tuvok’s voice floated over the comm..  “Tuvok to Captain Janeway.” “Go ahead, Tuvok.” “Captain, the modifications are complete.  You need only to ask the computer to perform the functions.” “Thank you, Tuvok.  Janeway out.” Rain approached Kathryn and moved them both to the center of the room.  She knelt at her Captain’s feet and gently removed her boots.  Kathryn rested one hand on Rain’s shoulder for balance as she lifted each foot.  When they were off, Rain rose and removed the Captain’s uniform tunic.  Then Kathryn, though how she knew to do so was beyond her at the moment, knelt at the Energetic’s feet and removed her boots.  She then rose and removed Rain’s uniform tunic, tossing the black and gold piece onto the sofa where it landed next to her own black and red one. Rain stared into Kathryn’s eyes and then said, “Computer, place a privacy seal on the doors to the Captain’s quarters, using Energetic encryption code ‘Acceptance.’” The computer responded after a second.  “Direct interface required for Energetic encryption code.” Rain walked over to the panel next to the doors.  Placing her hand over the panel, she said, “Computer, engage Energetic encryption code on my mark.”  Rain looked over her shoulder at Kathryn, who was watching the procedure with wonder and fascination, and let her anticipation and love for Kathryn radiate from her body.  To the computer, she said, “Mark.” Visible waves of energy emanated from Rain’s body, holding Kathryn spellbound.  She was forced from her stare by the computer’s voice, “Energetic encryption code ‘Acceptance’ is now in place.” Rain released the panel and walked back to Kathryn, who was still standing in the exact same place, not having moved a millimeter during the entire process.  Rain smiled and said, “Computer, cut power to the Captain’s quarters.” The power immediately went down and the room was plunged into darkness.  Kathryn’s eyes took a moment to adjust.  She could make out Rain’s features with the aide of the starlight coming in from the viewport.  She felt Rain take her hands and a calmness washed over her body. Rain stared at Kathryn and let her emotions take over.  Love, desire, anticipation, and most importantly, acceptance.  Waves of purplish-blue energy began to come off her body.  It wrapped its way around the two women who stood in the middle of the room, staring intently at one another.  Interlocking their fingers, Rain began to speak.  The words were unfamiliar, but Kathryn understood every last one of them.  They filled her heart with such love and warmth.  Rain said, “Rajan ze Raja.              (THE King to THE Queen) esh’mi, ele’ esh’mi’.         (Know me, know my heart) zolta fe fer’re.              (Accept what I give) zolta fe shui’l.                (Accept what I feel) zolta fe chu’lde.             (Accept what I rule) zolta fe molto.               (Accept what I am) X’edem zolta’mi.             (Accept my Power) Zoltemi.                         (Accept me) let’ Ri’zek’ave’ moltezi.”  (And become Everything) Kathryn’s response was immediate and heartfelt.  She said, “Shi’zolto.                       (I accept you) dezi shi’zolto.                 (I accept all of you) molteze’ Ri’zek’ave’.        (Become Everything) tui’mi.                             (With me) Rain smiled through her tears.  She bent down and placed the most tender of kisses to Kathryn’s lips.  It was the gentlest embrace they had ever shared, Rain’s lust tempered by overwhelming love and contentment.  The purple/blue haze enveloped the women as they kissed.  Slowly, Rain pulled back and the haze began to dissipate.  Softly so as not to break the mood, Rain said, “Computer, restore power to the Captain’s quarters, lights one-eighth.”   Rain then scooped the smaller woman into her arms and carried her to the sofa, where she sat with Kathryn in her lap.  She lightly tucked a stray hair behind Kathryn’s ear and pressed a kiss to it.  Moving her lips to Kathryn’s temple, she whispered, “Ri’zek’ave’mi’.” NOTE: wa’Hom is Klingon for “little one” NOTE: Ri’zek’ave’mi’ is Energetic for “my Everything” Chapter 23 Seven stood in the corridor just outside B’Elanna’s quarters.  Anyone passing would assume she had just arrived and was about to press the chime.  She had, however, been outside the door for, according to her internal chronometer, two point three seven minutes.  She was reluctant to press the chime, effectively putting an end to the festivities occurring inside.  She was amazed at all that she was hearing.  Finally giving in to the urge to discover what had her “son” laughing---yes, laughing---Seven pressed the chime and entered at B’Elanna’s summons, shocked at the sight before her. Icheb was sitting on the floor at the base of the sofa, laughing hysterically, happy tears flowing from his eyes.  He was gasping and holding his sides while looking up at B’Elanna.  For her part, the half-Klingon was attempting to rein in her own hysterics, albeit somewhat negligently.  Whatever was amusing was affecting all present.  Seven could see that, though they were not laughing, Azan, Rebi, and Mizoti were sporting large smiles.  Her children were happy.  The slight smile that graced Seven’s lips was equivalent to a booming laugh from anyone else. Seeing the light of her life enter and brighten the room, B’Elanna tried to calm her laughter.  She raised her arm to beckon Seven over to sit down beside her.  “We missed you,” she murmured to her love when she sat. “Indeed,” mocked Seven, gesturing to the empty dishes and glasses covering the coffee table. “Yeah,” said the engineer, nudging Seven lightly in the side.  “Something happened that I really wanted to share with you,” she continued in a whisper. Seven jerked in response to the abrupt change in tone.  B’Elanna didn’t seem sad, merely wistful, perhaps disappointed, and a trifle excited.  “Indeed,” she responded, again. Azan stood up and approached the two women seated closely on the sofa.  He perched on the arm of the sofa closest to B’Elanna, where B’Elanna immediately wrapped an arm around the small boy’s waist, anchoring him in place, somewhat protectively.  Seeing this, Seven cocked her implant. Azan attempted to explain, “Maj jonwI’Hom was assaulted.”  At which point Icheb began to giggle some more. Seven let a slight gasp escape.  Compliments of the Collective, she and the children all understood and spoke fluent Klingon, probably better than did B’Elanna.  She wasn’t sure, however, which shocked her more.  The fact that Azan called B’Elanna ‘our little engineer’ in Klingon or that he was saying B’Elanna was assaulted.  It made her nervous, so she became unintentionally abrupt.  “Clarify,” she stated flatly. The half-Klingon reached over with her free hand and grasped Seven’s in reassurance.  “That’s what was so funny when you walked in, Soch.  I had just felt the baby kick for the first time.  I think I said something like, ‘she kicked me,’ and Mizoti asked if I was being assaulted.  It was so cute I had to laugh.  I asked if the kids wanted to feel her kick.  When she wouldn’t do it after everyone put their hands on my stomach, Rebi remarked that she was probably remembering me fighting with you. So her temperamental Klingon genes sensed their superior Borg enhancements and she decided to be stubborn---like her mother.  It was at that point, that she kicked me again.  Hard.”  B’Elanna had begun to chuckle toward the end of her recitation.  Seven’s smile from earlier returned. Icheb, still laughing lightly, continued the narrative.  “I do not think I found Mizoti’s and Rebi’s comments nearly as amusing as the expression on ‘maj jonwI’Hom’s’ face.  That is what sent me into…I believe the term is ‘hysterics.’” Upon hearing the new name for her little Chief again, Seven cocked her implanted eyebrow.  “Maj jonwI’Hom?” she inquired, looking askance at her love. B’Elanna shrugged her shoulders.  “Don’t ask me,” she said.  “I’m not crazy about the ‘little’ part, but when they say it, I feel very warm inside,” she finished, giving all the children a loving look while reaching up to run her hand over Azan’s hair.   Seven smiled again, a proud look on her face, as she watched her children.  And she was definitely thinking of them as ‘hers.’  Looking around the room, she said, “I believe it is time to regenerate.” Icheb stood up, gathered some dishes from the coffee table and took them over to the replicator.  Rebi took the remaining glasses over to be recycled as well.  When they had concluded the chore, all four children stood before their hostess. Mizoti spoke first.  “I find ‘maj jonwI’Hom to be too long a designation.  I shall think of another,” this with a brow raised in Seven-like fashion.  “This evening exceeded all expectations, Lieutenant.  Thank you.”  She then did something that floored the diminutive half-Klingon.  Mizoti leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. B’Elanna lifted her hand to her face, with a look of absolute wonder and affection in her eyes.  Her look then turned questioning.  She raised her own eyebrow at the little girl. Seeing the unspoken question, Mizoti continued, “I researched kisses this afternoon, following our nutritional supplement.  I was curious after you gave me one.  Have I done it incorrectly?” “No, wa’Hom,” B’Elanna replied softly, deeply touched, “it was perfect.  Thank you,” she whispered, reaching up to return the kiss. Mizoti just tilted her head in acknowledgement and went to stand near the door. Rebi approached the engineer with a hopeful look in his eye.  Seeing it, B’Elanna just laughed and nodded.  So Rebi leaned down to bestow and receive his own kiss, murmuring, “Thank you for a most acceptable evening.” B’Elanna laughed again, “We have GOT to work on that vocabulary!” she teased, shooing him towards the door. Icheb was next.  “Thank you for sharing your past with us, Lieutenant.  It was very enlightening.  I cannot speak for the others, but I feel much closer to you after tonight.”  That having been said, he leaned down for the expected kiss, touching his own lips to his favorite engineer’s cheek.  After receiving one in return, he straightened and joined Rebi and Mizoti by the door. B’Elanna turned to Azan and gestured him closer.  Leaning forward, she grabbed both of his hands.  “You okay?” she asked gently, knowing he was still worried and insecure.  The little boy nodded his head but wouldn’t meet her gaze.  B’Elanna released one of his hands to raise his chin.  Once they were eye to eye, Azan let out the breath he had unconsciously been holding.  With more confidence, he nodded again and said in a whisper, “Thank you.”  And unlike the others, he threw himself into B’Elanna’s arms, hugging her neck tightly.  The startled half-Klingon reflexively wrapped her arms around the small body, hugging him just as tight.  “Oh, sweetie.  It’ll be okay, I promise,” she murmured. Azan pulled back and shakily said, “As a Klingon, you do not make promises you cannot keep.”  His voice sounding hopeful, eyebrow doing its Seven impersonation. B’Elanna couldn’t do anything but smile at him.  “No, I don’t.  So stop worrying.”  Azan nodded and leaned back in, exchanging kisses with the besotted and hopelessly in love Chief Engineer. Seven watched the entire exchange with confusion, wonder, and amusement showing on her face.  Eyeing Icheb, she gave a nod of her head.  “I will see you all in the morning.  I must speak with Lieutenant Torres for a few moments.” Receiving similar nods in acknowledgement, the four children bid the two women good night and left.  Seven heard B’Elanna murmur something softly as the doors closed. “What did you say, B’Elanna?” she asked. B’Elanna just chuckled.  “I said ‘Sochlings.’”  When Seven merely lifted her eyebrow in confusion, B’Elanna began to laugh in earnest.  “Bang’wI, haven’t you noticed?  They’re just like you!  So I called them ‘Sochlings.’  You know?  Little Sevens?” Seven smiled, strangely pleased at the name, though unsure if B’Elanna was complimenting her. B’Elanna took Seven’s Borg-enhanced hand in her own, lightly tracing the silver exoskeleton, sending a shiver through the ex-drone.  “What did you want to talk about?” she asked softly. Seven couldn’t take her eyes off of their linked hands.  She didn’t understand it.  It was such a simple act, yet stirred such incredible feelings within her.  She could feel a headache building behind her eyes, but did not wish to end this contact.  She said as much to her little Chief.  “I do not wish to cease this activity,” she murmured. B’Elanna frowned, crinkling her brow ridges---an expression Seven found absolutely adorable.  “Why would you have to?” she started to ask.  “Oh!” she replied in understanding, releasing the Borg’s hand when she heard the flickering buzz of Seven’s cortical node.  Seeing the look of regret on her love’s face, B’Elanna rushed to reassure her.  “Bang’wI, it’s okay.  Just knowing you want to hold my hand is enough.  For now,” she stressed the last word. “That is why I wished to speak with you, Lieutenant.”  Seven retreated behind her Borg mannerisms in order to get through the conversation.  “I wished to inquire as to when you might perform the surgical procedure.” B’Elanna gave Seven a sad, resigned smile when she heard the ex-drone refer to her by rank but understood the necessity in doing so.  “I don’t know, love.  Maybe we should go speak with the Doctor about it.” Seven nodded and the two left for Sickbay.  On the way, B’Elanna told Seven how she and the children spent their evening.  After leaving the Cargo Bay, she took them to her quarters where the children then asked about the surgical procedure. So B’Elanna brought the design up on her console and briefly explained how she planned to reroute the pathways.  Then she introduced them to hot fudge sundaes, “which they found ‘acceptable,’” she laughed, bestowing a huge smile on Seven.  B’Elanna then explained that they played “Twenty Questions.”  Seeing Seven’s confused look, she explained the rules, saying that she asked the children very simple questions, while they grilled her on her past. “I apologize if they made you uncomfortable, Lieutenant,” Seven replied, a touch dismayed. “No, Soch, it wasn’t like that.  I knew they were curious about me.  I wanted to answer their questions.  I don’t want them to be uncomfortable around me, so I suggested that game on purpose.  And I didn’t want to make them uncomfortable, so I asked them easy questions such as ‘What’s your favorite food?’  Stuff like that.  I got to know them a little better, and they got to know the woman in love with their mother,” she finished tenderly. Seven felt pressure in her eyes and knew she was on the verge of tears.  “B’Elanna, we must talk of something unemotional, or I will need to regenerate,” she begged somewhat desperately. B’Elanna let out a small laugh and said, “Well, okay.  Let’s talk with the Doctor.”  They entered Sickbay and spoke with the EMH for thirty minutes, at which time it was decided that Seven would undergo the procedure in two days, after she underwent a 24-hour regeneration cycle. They walked back to the Cargo Bay together.  They entered and found the children already regenerating, as they should be.  The console was flickering, however, and Seven went to play the message that was waiting.  It was from the children.  They wanted to say good night again and thank her for falling in love with Lieutenant Torres.  Seven’s eyes began to water in earnest, and her cortical node began to issue its warning.  B’Elanna’s eyes had also watered at the message.  “Oh, bang’wI.  I really, really love your children.  And I really, really love you.  Now let’s get you into your alcove before you collapse,” she uttered the last somewhat amused, seeing Seven swaying dizzily.  She tucked the Borg in and started the sequence.  B’Elanna picked up Seven’s fully human hand and placed a kiss in the palm while looking deep into the brilliant blue gaze of the owner of her soul.  “I love you, bang’wI.  See you in the morning.”  At Seven’s nod, the little engineer activated the cycle.  It was a few minutes later when she left Cargo Bay 2 and returned to her quarters.  She never saw the looks she received as others passed.  All of them wondering what put the radiant smile on the typically acerbic and temperamental half-Klingon engineer’s face. NOTE:  wa’Hom is Klingon for “little one” Chapter 24 “Are you okay?” Rain gently asked the woman in her lap.  They had been sitting in the dim light for nearly an hour, following an emotional exchange of acceptance. Kathryn swiped her hands across her face to remove the evidence of tears before replying in a throaty voice, “I’m wonderful, thanks to you.  I’ve never done anything so meaningful in my entire life.  I’ve never felt so connected to anyone.  It felt like I was a part of you,” she finished, a trace of awe coloring her voice. “In a way you were,” Rain explained softly.  “When our energy signatures join, you feel what I feel.  But, Kathryn, you will NEVER feel that connected to anyone else,” she warned possessively. Kathryn chuckled.  She pulled back slightly to lift a brow in question.  “I’m yours?” Rain looked back and frankly said, “Yes.” Kathryn chuckled again softly, then leaned in to place her lips against the Energetic’s.  She moved her arms up around Rain’s neck, bringing their chests together.  Rain moaned into Kathryn’s mouth, feeling the lush breasts pressing against her own.  She grabbed Kathryn’s hips and maneuvered her until she straddled Rain, crushing the firm body to her own.  Running her hands up and down the back of her mate, Rain needed more.  She brought one hand around to rest just below Kathryn’s breast.  Anticipating the contact, Kathryn thrust her breast toward the young Energetic.  Rain caressed the soft mound, running her hand lightly around the nipple, avoiding direct contact.  Kathryn moaned in frustration.  “Rain,” she gasped, “please.  Touch me.” Beyond speech, Rain gave a feral growl and pushed Kathryn down on the sofa, covering her body, diving into her mouth.  The sweetness within was unlike anything she had ever tasted.  Her hair fell down around them in a curtain as she eased back slightly to savor the warmth.  Releasing the splendor that was Kathryn’s mouth, she pressed her lips gently to the corners of her lips, nipping first one side, then the other, flicking her tongue out to soothe the bite, to tease and tantalize.  She moved down to reward the pale neck arched before her, tonguing the silken skin. Kathryn moaned deep in her throat.  Gasping for breath, she grabbed one of Rain’s hands and moved it to her breast, while at the same time thrusting her hips up into the Energetic’s. Rain took the hint, sliding between firm thighs, feeling the legs lock around her waist.  She rubbed her thumb across an erect nipple, back and forth, before gently pinching the nub---eliciting a whimper from her lover.  Unable to wait any longer, her lips continued their journey south, leaving a fiery wake down a bared throat en route to those luscious breasts, pausing only to latch onto the hollow at the base, sucking gently, then harder as Kathryn let out another groan of arousal. She was lost.  Unable to focus on anything other than the sensations she was feeling and the one causing them, Kathryn could only respond in inarticulate moans.  The overwhelming desire radiating off of her Energetic lover was like an aphrodisiac, pulling her under like a riptide.  A riptide that was growing out of control.  She slipped her hand beneath Rain’s Starfleet issue tank top, rubbing a hand up and down the supple back. Rain arched up dramatically and released an untamed growl, this one more intense, ferocious and savage than any Kathryn had previously heard from her lover.  She was enthralled by the sound, her impact upon the woman unmistakable and undeniable.  The feeling was intoxicating, so she caressed the flesh again, moving her hand lower this time, slipping just beneath the waistband of Rain’s pants. The sensations generated in the Energetic by the presence of Kathryn’s hand upon her back were too overpowering.  Knowing that Kathryn had no idea how erogenous that part of her body was, Rain came to an abrupt and painful decision.  ‘It’s too fast,’ Rain thought, frantic with the need to mate.  ‘Kathryn’s not ready for this.’  Rain was nearly beyond the ability to stop.  Knowing she needed to, she flung herself away from Kathryn, gasping for breath, trembling uncontrollably. Confused and desperately turned on, Kathryn murmured, “Rain?  What is it?”  Her voice was deep and husky with her arousal. Rain held up a shaking hand to forestall further questions.  She was completely incapable of maintaining a conversation, desperately fighting her baser instincts.  “Kathryn,” she gasped, eyes closed, teeth clenched tightly, “not yet.” Kathryn’s arousal diminished somewhat as she watched her lover try to establish some measure of control.  It was a long time coming.  Rain had never been so far into her desire before.  Pulling back had actually caused physical pain.  Seeing the worry in Kathryn’s eyes, she was finally able to explain her withdrawal.  Her voice was weak and thready when she said, “There are steps, ele’mi’.  We need to follow the steps…” Her voice began to trail off.  She collapsed onto the sofa, head falling into Kathryn’s lap as she murmured, “Don’t call for the Doctor,” just before she passed out. “Rain!” cried Kathryn, cradling the Energetic’s head in her arms.  ‘Now what?’ she thought.  Having no idea what was going on, she just sat there and held her love, gently stroking the ebony locks that fell over her lap. Minutes passed, seeming like hours.  Kathryn’s concern grew to alarm.  Only her innate trust in Rain prevented the Captain from calling for the EMH.  It was an anxiety that greatly eased when she felt her lover stir.  Looking down at the gorgeous beauty, smoky gray met emerald green, their eyes locking onto one another.  “You okay?” Kathryn whispered, worry coloring her tone. Rain slowly nodded her head, embers still burning inside.  “You touched my back,” she muttered. Kathryn arched an eyebrow in confusion.  “Did I hurt you?” She was definitely perplexed by the turn in the conversation. Rain let out a weak laugh.  “No.  Quite the opposite.  But there are steps, ele’mi’.  There are steps.” “You said that earlier…before you passed out,” Kathryn gently chided.  “Care to explain?  Remember, I’m out of my league, here.” Rain sighed.  “I guess I didn’t expect to get so caught up in you, in your scent, the feel of your body against mine, the sound of your heart beating, the love in my heart for you, the love in yours for me.  I let the emotions from the Acceptance overwhelm me.  And that’s unacceptable.  My lust distracted me,” she chastised herself.  “I should know better.  I’m ene’, dammit!” Kathryn leaned down to soothe her King.  “Shhhh, my love.  I’m flattered.” “Yeah, but Kathryn, that flattery was painful,” she replied dryly.  Seeing Kathryn’s look of confusion, she continued, “Having to pull back---after being into the Dance so deep---actually causes a physical pain.  That’s why I passed out.”  Then in a gentle but teasing tone, which carried a note of seriousness, she said in reproach, “But until the Dance, my back is off limits!” her tone somewhat fierce. Kathryn smiled.  “Okay.”  Giving in to her fixation and obsession, she ran her hand through the thick black curls of Rain’s hair.  “But what is the ‘Dance?’  Another ritual?” Rain nodded, her eyes closed, reveling in the sensation of having her hair stroked.  She whimpered slightly at Kathryn’s caress.  “The Mating Dance.  It’s when we actually ‘mate.’  Kathryn…” she sighed.  Reluctantly disengaging from the erotic touch, Rain sat up, facing her Captain.  “Enge’mi’,” she murmured, leaning in to bestow a soft kiss to Kathryn’s lips, lightly tugging on the bottom one before releasing it, “I think we should have the wedding first.  Soon,” she said, stressing the last. Kathryn’s eyes widened.  “You want to wait until after the wedding to mate?” disbelief evident in tone and expression, the thought of having to wait to get this gorgeous creature into her bed inconceivable. Rain nodded.  Her tone was very wry when she stated, “We’ll need the time a ‘honeymoon’ allows in order to complete the Dance.  Kathryn, if we can use the honeymoon as a cover, we won’t have to explain to the crew why your Energetic wife has hidden her Captain away for three days.  It will take at least that long to perform the Dance.” Kathryn sighed and resigned herself to days, if not weeks, of frustration.  Though she could only imagine the frustration Rain was going through.  “How do you stand it?  Feeling this way?  And for seven years!” she whined. Rain laughed.  Hard.  Sensing the sexual frustration and tension in her lover, she gasped, “Oh, Kathryn.  You have no idea!  Whatever you’re feeling, multiply it by a factor of 100.  Remember that all that I am is wrapped up in you.  But I do hope you aren’t going to feel frustration at levels this high for long.  It’s only making mine tougher to deal with,” she finished dryly.  Seeing Kathryn’s questioning look, she explained, “I sense your strongest emotions, remember?” Kathryn slapped her hand to her forehead and leaned back into the sofa cushions, letting out a big sigh.  “All right,” she ground out.  “But I’m not waiting more than two weeks to marry you!  If we can’t manage to avoid any spatial anomalies or hostile alien encounters and plan a wedding in that time, too bad.  The crew will just have to wonder why their Captain is secluded in her bedroom with her stunning second-in-command of Security!” Rain burst out laughing.  Again.  ‘God, how I love this woman,’ she thought.  Aloud she said, “How fast you plan a wedding is up to you, enge’mi’.  I don’t care what kind of ceremony you have.  I only have two requests.  First, I don’t wear a dress.  Uh, uh, no way.  Second, that we include one of the mating rituals during the ceremony.”  Seeing Kathryn’s questioning look, she went on to explain, “There is one additional ritual that only ene’ performs.  That’s because only the King has the power to do it.  And, in all actuality, only two Kings prior to myself have been able to do it.  As a 9th Power, there is no doubt in my ability to perform the ritual.  And because it is so rarely performed, it is typical for it to be done publicly.  If you’re willing.” “What is it?” Kathryn asked. “The Bonding Hearts.  It is where I control my heartbeat and force it to match yours.  So that two different heartbeats actually become one, beating in unison.” Kathryn stared at Rain in amazement.  “How is that possible?” Rain chuckled.  “By expending a great deal of Energy.  Make no mistake, Kathryn.  It’s tough.  Only the highest Powers are able to pull it off.” “Unbelievable,” was all Kathryn could mutter. “I take it you have no objection?” Rain teased. “Hmph!  It looks like I’m going to get stuck with all the details.  Like I have the time!” Kathryn groaned in jest. “I’ll help,” Rain gave in.  “But only with arranging stuff. You have to make all the decisions,” she warned, pointing at the Captain.  “Of course, you could ask for the senior staff’s help,” she teased. They had just settled down at Kathryn’s work console when the chime sounded at the door.  Looking at Rain, Kathryn murmured, “Who could that be?” “Well, whoever it is will have to wait a second for me to lift the privacy seal,” replied Rain, already moving towards the panel next to the door. Kathryn watched in fascination as Rain unsealed the door, spellbound by the visible Energy waves radiating from her body.  When Rain finished disengaging the privacy seal, Kathryn called, “Enter.” B’Elanna entered at the Captain’s summons.  She was surprised to see Lt. Masters there, stripped down to her tank top, no less.  As was the Captain.  Apparently the rumors floating around the last couple of days were true.  She gave the Captain a knowing smile. Kathryn smiled back at B’Elanna, unconcerned at being caught with Rain.  She wanted the crew to know how she felt about her.  Besides, she was planning to announce the engagement at tomorrow’s meeting of the senior staff.  “What can I do for you, Lieutenant?  Is Seven all right?” B’Elanna gave an embarrassed nod.  Sitting in her quarters after saying good night to Seven and the children, B’Elanna had an overwhelming urge to see the Captain.  Now that she was here, she was somewhat nervous. Rain saw the look.  “Perhaps I should go.  You probably want to talk to Kathryn alone.” If she was surprised to hear the security officer call the Captain by her given name, B’Elanna didn’t show it.  “It’s okay.  You can stay.  I’m mean, if you’re here and the rumors are true, then there’s no reason why you can’t hear what I have to say.” Kathryn gave her Chief Engineer a questioning look.  She stood up, walked to the engineer and led them both to the sofa.  Rain took the chair directly across from them.  “What’s on your mind, B’Elanna?” The half-Klingon ran her hand over her forehead, absently brushing the ridges.  “I just needed to see you.  I mean, not as an engineer,” she shot Kathryn a look, not wanting her to think her visit was professional.  Kathryn nodded her understanding.  “I came to ask-, I mean-, I wanted to know-,” she stuttered, unable to get the question out. Uncomfortable and embarrassed, she stood up to pace.  After a few trips across the living area, B’Elanna gathered her courage.  “I wanted your permission to ask Seven to marry me.  After the surgery, of course,” she hurried to add. Kathryn’s eyebrows crawled off her forehead, surprise evident in her features.  “Why do you need my permission?  Seven knows what she wants.” “Yes, Cap-Kathryn.  But I wanted you to tell me it was okay to ask her,” she whispered. “B’Elanna,” began Kathryn, standing up to approach the young woman, “are you asking for my approval?” The engineer nodded nervously.  “Yes, ma’am.  Kathryn,” B’Elanna started to explain, “Seven is very important to me.  She’s Everything.  And you’re very important to her.  I guess I just wanted to know if you thought I was good enough for your ‘daughter.’” “Oh, darling,” murmured Kathryn, pulling B’Elanna into a hug, “I don’t think I could have chosen anyone better for Seven.  And you’re right.  I do think of Seven as my daughter.  But I think of you in pretty much the same way. Of course, you have my approval.  You always have.”  With a twinkle in her eye and a wink toward Rain, who was watching the entire exchange with amusement, Kathryn had her own question for the engineer. “B’Elanna, do I have your approval to get married?  To Rain?” B’Elanna’s mouth fell open.  And Kathryn began to laugh.  She laughed so hard she had to sit down.  Rain began to chuckle, as well; the look on the young half-Klingon’s face was priceless.  It took a second for B’Elanna to recover, but when she did, a huge grin spread across her face. “Congratulations, Kathryn! Rain!  Wow!  Hat over boots?” she asked, knowing Kathryn would understand the reference. The Captain just nodded happily.  “Completely hat over boots! And I don’t want to wait, either.  This will be the shortest engagement in Starfleet history!” B’Elanna raised an eyebrow, impressed at Kathryn’s impulsiveness.  ‘There’s just no telling how love will change a person,’ she thought.  Turning to Rain, B’Elanna said with a big smile, “Well done, Lieutenant.  Welcome to the family.” Rain cocked her own eyebrow in amusement.  “Thanks.” B’Elanna just nodded and turned to go.  After she left, Kathryn turned to Rain and asked in a wicked voice, “Are you prepared for a ready-made family that includes two daughters, one granddaughter and three grandsons?” Rain’s eyes glazed over and Kathryn fell over laughing. Outside the Captain’s quarters, B’Elanna debated about the wisdom of her next stop.  Knowing that her heart wouldn’t let the matter rest until she did something, she walked across the hall and rang Chakotay’s chime. She entered when beckoned and stood nervously in the living area.  “B’Elanna, what can I do for you?” Chakotay asked.  It had been awhile since the engineer had paid him a visit.  He was pleased, but knew she had a reason for being there. “Umm, you handle the legal stuff, right? I mean, not the criminal stuff, but everything else?” she began. Seeing his nod, she nervously continued, “What about adoptions?” Chakotay’s eyes widened.  “Who’s being adopted, and who’s doing the adopting?” he asked, eyeing B’Elanna’s stomach. B’Elanna let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m adopting!  I mean-, well-, I wanted to find out about adopting Seven’s kids.”  Seeing the look of astonishment pass over Chakotay’s features, the half-Klingon continued, “If they aren’t hers, then I want someone to explain parenthood to me!  Because she’s raising them!” Chakotay interrupted, “B’Elanna, slow down.  I wasn’t objecting.  I agree.  If those children can claim anyone as a parent, then they’ll claim Seven.  Hell, they all came back to her, didn’t they?” B’Elanna nodded.  “I want to ask her to marry me, Chakotay.  If she says ‘yes,’ I want to adopt them.  I was wondering if you could draw up the paperwork?  Have it ready in case she does something crazy, like agree to spend her life with a pregnant, temperamental half-Klingon.” “She couldn’t do better, B’Elanna.  Of course, I’ll get the paperwork ready.  Just let me know when to complete it.” The little engineer nodded and left.  She returned to her quarters, knowing she could now fall asleep with those issues resolved.  Besides, she needed to rest up.  She had a big day tomorrow. Chapter 25 “Regeneration cycle complete.” Seven stepped out of her alcove and turned to greet her children, hands clasped behind her back. Icheb stepped out of his and said, “Good morning, Seven,” with a slight tilt of his head. Looking at all of them fondly, she replied, “Good morning.  We will commence with morning protocol beta-2.” Rebi stepped forward with surprise, the deviation from routine highly unusual.  “We will not have our lesson?” he asked, referring to morning protocol beta-1.  Were he not Borg, he might have sounded excited. Seven gave a nearly imperceptible smirk.  “No.  I believe the time you spent in Lieutenant Torres’ company more than met your needs regarding a lesson in humanity.”  She then looked vaguely uncomfortable before proceeding with, “There is a matter I wished to discuss with you.  As it concerns the Lieutenant, I shall ask her to join us.”  Tapping her comm. badge, she said, “Seven of Nine to Lieutenant Torres.” B’Elanna’s first thought was, ‘what a magnificent way to wake up,’ followed closely by ‘Dammit, Seven, it’s only 0600!’  Fumbling for her own comm. badge, she replied drowsily, “What is it, bang’wI?” still half-asleep. Hearing the muffled response, Seven quirked her brow.  “Lieutenant, I wished to ask you to join us for morning protocol beta-2.” The small engineer rolled over to face the ceiling.  ‘Borg-speak was really too confusing to tackle this early in the morning,’ she thought.  Running her hands over her face, she wearily rubbed her brow ridges.  “What?  In Federation Standard, Seven,” she ordered gently. “She means ‘breakfast,’ Lieutenant!” called Icheb over Seven’s comm. signal, smiling widely. “Morning, kiddo,” replied the half-Klingon, with a smile in her voice.  Yawning, she continued in a whine, “Why so early, Soch?” Seven’s eyes widened.  “I apologize, Lieutenant.  I only wished to speak with you concerning an important matter---before the senior staff meeting.  We can discuss it at a later time.” “No, no, no, no,” started the sleepy engineer.  “I’m up, I’m up.  I’ll meet you in the Mess Hall in ten minutes.” B’Elanna stumbled out of bed, bumping into the bedside table in the process.  “Ouch, dammit!  Sorry, kids!”  On her way to the sonic shower she called, “Torres out!” Both of Seven’s eyebrows crawled off her forehead.  ‘Apparently, my love is not a morning person,’ she thought, hearing the muted crash before the channel closed. The children, who did not understand sleep behavior any more than Seven did, stood with mouths agape.  Seven smirked and herded them out of the Cargo Bay. B’Elanna stumbled into the Mess Hall eleven minutes and twenty-eight seconds after her aborted conversation with Seven, still barely conscious.  And she was a little concerned that Seven referred to her as ‘lieutenant’ during the entire conversation.  She tried to shake the cobwebs out of her head.  She had had a great deal of trouble falling asleep last night, and her body was feeling it today.  Scanning the room, she found her ‘family’ taking up a couple of tables off to the right. She approached slowly, in time to hear Mizoti ask, “Are you going to tell us what it is you wished to discuss?” Judging from Seven’s answer, B’Elanna got the impression that it was not the first time she had been asked that question this morning.  Seven said flatly, “Not until Lieutenant Torres arrives.” “Well, she’s arrived.  So spill it,” B’Elanna teased, as she simultaneously slid into the chair beside Mizoti and pressed a kiss to the little girl’s cheek.  Receiving a startled look in response, B’Elanna chuckled, then noticed a gleam of hope appear in Rebi’s eye.  Openly laughing now, she leaned across the table to press the desired kiss to his cheek, whispering, “You are such a little heartbreaker!”  Not wanting to leave out the others, the engineer quickly bestowed kisses to Icheb and Azan, paying particularly close attention to the latter.  She wanted to see how he was handling everything.  And she would only admit to a small part of herself that Azan was grabbing on to her hearts a little tighter than the others, though all their holds were pretty strong. Seven was wishing desperately that B’Elanna would press a kiss to her cheek, but knew that it was not going to happen---at least not for another ten days.  But she was Borg.  She was patient.  She would adapt.  “Lieutenant Torres, I thought we could inform the children, together, of our plans regarding the surgical procedure.” Confused as to why her presence would be required for this discussion, B’Elanna merely nodded.  Watching Seven closely, the half-Klingon could tell she was nervous about something.  And whatever that something was, had her calling the engineer by her rank.  And said engineer was worried. “Seven?  You okay?” she asked, reaching over to cover the drone’s Borg-enhanced hand with her own smaller, darker-skinned one. Seven nodded.  “Lieut—B’Elanna.  I meant to discuss this with you last night but was unable.  Now I have run out of time.”  Seeing B’Elanna’s eyes widen, she hurried on, turning to look at each of the children.  “Tomorrow morning I will undergo the procedure to remove the cortical ‘inhibitor’.” All of the children gave accepting nods, though B’Elanna could tell that Azan’s was a bit stiffer than the rest.  “Come here, sweetie,” she murmured to the little boy and pulled him into her lap after he made his way to her side.  She pressed a quick kiss of comfort to his temple before returning her focus to Seven. “Following today’s meeting of the senior staff, I will return to my alcove to regenerate for the next 24 hours.  What I wished to discuss with you regards what comes after the procedure.”  She shot a nervous glance at B’Elanna before continuing, “According to the Doctor, I will need to regenerate for approximately 216 hours---or nine days---following the surgery, so that my cortical node may adapt to the changes B’Elanna will make.” B’Elanna could tell that she was leading up to something but hadn’t quite grasped what that was.  Before she had the chance, Icheb beat her to it.  “We will be ‘all right,’ Seven.  I believe that Lieutenant Torres would not allow us to be otherwise in your absence, as she seems to care a great deal about us.  And there is no one else we would want to care for us in your absence,” he tried to reassure his parent. B’Elanna’s mouth fell open.  “Soch?  Were you worried about that?”  There was a touch of hurt in her tone.  “I guess I just took it for granted you’d want me to look after the kids.  But I’m sure Neelix could—“ she started to gesture wildly, unable to finish, tears glistening in her eyes. “B’Elanna, no!  I do not wish for anyone else to look after our children!” she looked around at her loved ones, her distress causing her to slip up and reveal her deepest wish---that she and B’Elanna raise the children together.  But B’Elanna noticed.  And melted.  And fell in love all over again. “I have handled this badly,” Seven continued softly, staring down at the table.  “You have always been my choice,” she said tenderly, “but I did not wish to impose.  I also needed the children’s approval.”  She stared at the half-Klingon, searching for understanding in the soulful brown eyes, sighing deeply when she found it. “Seven.  Bang’wI.  I love you.  I love Icheb.  I love Azan and Rebi. I love Mizoti,” her eyes filling again.  “I want to take care of you all forever…if you’ll let me,” she finished in a whisper.  Her response was a chorus of buzzing cortical nodes.  Her head hit the table, where she proceeded to bang it a few times, muttering to herself, “Torres, you have such lousy timing.”  Looking up, she just said, “This is getting to be SUCH a bad habit.  I guess you guys are gonna be late for school.”  She stood to help Azan and Mizoti, while Icheb grabbed for Rebi before he toppled over. B’Elanna looked at Seven who had yet to move.  “Bang’wI?  Soch?  You coming?” she asked, giving her a look of such love and devotion that tears formed in the ex-drone’s eyes.  Blinking rapidly, Seven began, “Lieutenant,” stressing the word, “I am functioning within acceptable parameters.  For the moment.”  Sighing, she continued, “I believe I will be able to make it through the staff meeting before my regeneration needs will supercede my ability to function properly.” The little engineer smiled sadly and said, “Ok, baby.  See you in a little bit.”  As they had done previously, Icheb picked up Mizoti, as she was unable to navigate on her own, while B’Elanna helped steady the twins.  The group made its way out of the Mess Hall, completely oblivious to the fact that all those present in the room were deeply touched by the tender scene, unused to seeing their irascible Chief Engineer so utterly besotted and devoted to a group of former Borg.  Two of the watchers just smiled at one another after witnessing the scene.  Rain lifted one of her eyebrows at the grin on Kathryn’s face, raising a glass to her lips.  Kathryn just shrugged her shoulders and said, “You ready to take that on?” pointing with her fork at the departing group. Rain choked on her juice.  She let an arrogant look form on her face before replying, “I’m Energetic.  I can handle it.”  Her twinkling eyes gave her away. “I love you,” murmured Kathryn softly, smiling at Rain’s antics.  “But I have a ship to run now.  Why don’t you go off and play with your phaser banks and compression rifles and then meet me for lunch around 1300.” Rain laughed outright, holding her still slightly tender ribs.  “Yeah, I’ll do that.”  In a more serious tone, she asked, “You okay about the staff meeting, enge’mi’?” Kathryn tipped her head to the side and gazed at the love of her life.  “Absolutely,” she replied huskily.  “Matter of fact, I may do something daring right now,” a glint appearing in her eye.  Rain just knew that look meant trouble.  Kathryn stood up and took her tray to the replicator to be recycled.  On her way out of the room, she passed by Rain, leaned down and planted a hard kiss on the Energetic’s lips, which immediately yielded to the pressure, quickly letting her tongue meet Kathryn’s before pulling back in surprise. Rain’s eyebrows disappeared into her hairline as she watched her Captain sail out of the Mess Hall, leaving behind a room filled with stunned crewmembers. Chapter 26 Neelix droned on about his inventory needs, not realizing that more than half of his audience was focused elsewhere.  Of the eight other people in the conference room, only Tuvok and Seven of Nine were actually listening.  Tuvok paid attention to everything, and Seven had to concentrate on Neelix so as not to focus on B’Elanna---which would send her straight back to her alcove faster than reassimilation. B’Elanna kept glancing over at Seven in order to reassure herself that her drone was all right.  She knew that Seven needed to be regenerating, so she was not surprised that the statuesque blond was ignoring her. Neelix finally finished his monologue and Janeway looked up.  “I believe that just leaves you, Doctor.” The EMH stood up and threw a quick glance at Seven.  At her nod, he began, “Thank you, Captain.  I know some of you are aware, but most are not, that Lieutenant Torres, Seven of Nine, and I have made significant progress in determining the best method of overcoming the cortical inhibitor affecting Seven and her children.” Seeing several heads pop up when the Doctor referred to the children as “Seven’s,” B’Elanna waited for some type of negative reaction.  She was ready to tear into anyone who objected.  Seeing nothing but acceptance and kind nods toward Seven, the anxious half-Klingon relaxed considerably.  Catching Chakotay’s eye and knowing grin, B’Elanna gave a smirk in return.  Seven had also noticed the engineer’s response and briefly rested her hand on top of the Klingon’s in silent appreciation.  B’Elanna turned her hand over and gave Seven’s a quick squeeze before releasing it to focus on the Doctor. “Lieutenant Torres will perform the procedure at 1100 hours tomorrow morning.”  The Doctor turned to Seven and continued, “Seven, I’ll need you to begin regeneration immediately following the meeting.”  At her nod, he finished by saying, “As you know, Captain…Commander,” turning to first Janeway and then Chakotay, “following the successful completion of the surgery, Seven will be required to regenerate for approximately nine days.” Chakotay looked surprised at the amount of time mentioned but nodded.  “We’ll have to shuffle the duty shifts around but should manage alright.  Seven is irreplaceable in Astrometrics, but we’ll muddle along with what we have,” he said with a small grin toward the ex-Borg. Seven raised an eyebrow.  “Indeed.”  The roomful of senior officers broke out in laughter, dissolving any lingering tension surrounding the seriousness of the upcoming surgery.  Having said his peace, the EMH sat down.  Before Janeway could speak, Lieutenant Paris broke in with, “Will you need me down there, Doc?” The EMH frowned and responded, “I don’t believe so, but thank you.” B’Elanna cleared her throat and said, “Actually, Doc, I’d kind of like him to be there.” “Lieutenant?” queried Janeway, confused by the request. B’Elanna sighed, rubbed her hand over her brow ridges in agitation and looked around the room.  She let her gaze linger on Seven for a few moments before turning back to Janeway.  “Ma’am, I’m about to perform a risky procedure on the love of my life.”  She snorted and continued, “I could use the moral support of my best friend.”  She looked over at Tom, who gave her an understanding and supportive smile. Janeway’s gaze also turned understanding.  “Very well, B’Elanna.  Lieutenant Paris, your presence in required in Sickbay tomorrow morning at 1100 hours.  Seven?  Is that okay with you?” Seven’s eyes had watered at B’Elanna’s public proclamation, and she was feeling decidedly dizzy.  Clearing her throat, she replied in an unsteady voice, “Yes, Captain.  I find the arrangement ‘acceptable,’ as I too, consider Mr. Paris a friend.”  She nodded her thanks to a smiling Tom, who nodded back. Janeway sat up straighter in her chair.  “Good.  If no one has anything further to add, I have an announcement.”  The redheaded Captain shifted nervously in her chair.  “Some of you may be aware that I’ve begun seeing one of your fellow crewmembers socially.  Romantically.”  Janeway ducked her head and ran her hand over her face, definitely uneasy about the topic.  She gave a hearty sigh before continuing. “I’m having some trouble talking about this as your Captain. It’s entirely too personal.  I can, however, allow Kathryn Janeway to enter this room and speak with her friends for a moment.”  Seeing the understanding smiles on the faces of her most trusted officers, Kathryn gathered her courage.  “Since we’re a family, a Collective,” Janeway began with a nod to Seven, “I’m seeking your approval.  You see… I’m not just dating Lieutenant Masters.  I’m in love with her.” She was interrupted by a loud whoop of joy from Lt. Paris, who was already mentally tallying his winnings from the betting pool.  “Way to go, Captain!  Great catch!” Janeway snorted and shot a wry grin towards her first officer, who couldn’t hold back his laughter.  Congratulations sounded throughout the room from Neelix (who was not surprised, having witnessed the Captain’s exit from the Mess Hall earlier that morning) and Harry Kim, even though she had not yet announced her engagement.  Janeway held up her hand, indicating her need for silence.  “Thank you.  Had Chakotay not told me earlier how you all would react, I’m not sure I would have had the courage to tell you this.  It’s not easy to talk about my personal life, but since my personal life, more than anyone else’s, affects ship’s business, I need your support.”  Looking around the room, she said softly, “And I can see that I have it.  I can’t tell you what that means to me.  My having a romantic interest wasn’t my announcement, however,” she continued dryly.  Seeing the curious and supportive faces around her, she said, “Rain and I are getting married.” Four voices began speaking at once as Chakotay, Paris, Kim, and Neelix shouted their congratulations, no one caring that the engagement seemed rather quick.  The Doctor sat in his chair looking pleased.  If Vulcans were the type to show their emotions, Tuvok would have been ‘beaming,’ as well, his affection for his second-in-command considerable.  Because he was Vulcan, he merely raised an eyebrow.  B’Elanna looked smug, having been told of the engagement last night.  Seven just looked at the Captain with no expression. “Seven?  No response?” Janeway asked nervously.  She didn’t need to tell anyone in the room just how important Seven’s opinion was to the Captain.  They all knew.  B’Elanna turned to Seven, concern showing in her eyes. Seven looked at the Captain as the room filled with the sound of her buzzing cortical node.  B’Elanna leaned over and grabbed her hand as the Doctor came around the table with a tricorder.  “Soch?” queried the Klingon while at the same time the EMH asked, “Seven?” Seven lifted her free hand to her forehead, rubbing it briskly in an attempt to ease her growing headache.  “I am ‘fine,’” she replied sharply.  She turned to B’Elanna, a silent plea in her eyes. “Shhhh. It’s okay, bang’wI’.”  Turning to the Captain, the young engineer said, “Captain…Kathryn, she’s happy for you.  Honestly.  She just can’t express it right now.”  She silently asked the Captain not to press the matter.  Seeing the look, Janeway nodded. Janeway spent the next ten minutes discussing the crew’s possible reaction to her upcoming nuptials.  She was pleasantly surprised when Neelix recounted the cheers that erupted after she had left the Mess Hall that morning.  Harry took a moment to mention how well respected and liked Lieutenant Masters was, and how he didn’t think anyone would have a problem with the relationship.  After receiving similar responses from B’Elanna, Tom, and Chakotay, Janeway relaxed.  Her heart was eased considerably when her oldest friend on board stated simply and dispassionately in his Vulcan way, “Captain, you and Lieutenant Masters are an excellent match.  Logic would dictate that you be together.” “Thank you, Tuvok.  Well, everyone, I certainly appreciate all the support.”  Chuckling, she continued dryly, “Now, if anyone wants to help plan this thing…I’m open to suggestions,” throwing her hands in the air.  When she got the desired laughing response, she concluded the meeting.  “If no one has anything further, you’re dismissed.” As everyone began to file out of the room, Janeway noticed that Seven and B’Elanna had yet to move.  “Ladies, did you have something more?” The diminutive engineer looked away from her love to speak with Janeway.  “No, Captain.  Seven’s just feeling a little dizzy right now.” Seeing her mentor’s concerned look, Seven spoke up. “Captain…Kathryn,” her gaze softened, knowing she needed to say this and knowing that this would be the last time she and the Captain spoke for many days, she continued, “I apologize for my lack of response earlier.  I was overcome with emotion from B’Elanna’s pronouncement, which made it difficult to speak.  I am very pleased for you, if Lt. Masters makes you happy.”  When her node began to issue it’s warning again, she sighed, “Kathryn, I love you.  My wish is for you to be as happy as B’Elanna makes me.” Janeway, who had already surmised that Seven was having an overwhelming emotional response, was deeply touched that the Borg would take the time to express herself, knowing the damage such a display would cause.  “I love you, too, Seven.  I just wanted my daughter’s approval,” she said, giving the blonde a tender look. Seven’s eyebrows rose off her forehead, her cortical node was buzzing like a thousand hornets, her head was pounding, and she was so dizzy she was about to fall out of her chair, but the smile on her face was radiant.  It had always been her goal to please her Captain.  Janeway was her best friend.  But she had never considered that Kathryn saw her as a daughter.  She was deeply touched, and tears fell from her eyes.  “tIq’wI’, please help me stand,” she murmured to B’Elanna. Knowing what Janeway’s words meant to the Borg, who secretly revered the idea of family, B’Elanna’s own eyes were very damp.  She helped her drone stand.  Seven turned to Janeway, who had moved to stand next to her.  “Kathryn, you are my best friend.  Of course, you have my approval,” she whispered. Kathryn couldn’t stand it anymore.  She reached up to pull the young blonde into a hug.  “I’m so glad, Seven.  I’m not sure I could have done this without it,” she whispered.  When Seven swayed dizzily, Janeway continued, “Now, I believe the Doctor said something about regeneration?” B’Elanna wrapped her left arm around the Borg’s waist, while Janeway did the same with her right, both women helping the ailing beauty out of the room and on to the turbolift.   After making sure Janeway had a steady hold on Seven, B’Elanna tapped her comm. badge.  “Torres to Icheb.” “This is Icheb.  How may I be of assistance, Lieutenant?” Chuckling softly at the predictable response, B’Elanna asked gently, “Can you meet us in the Cargo Bay?” “Yes.  I will be there momentarily.” “Thanks, sweetie.  Torres out.”  B’Elanna wrapped her arm back around Seven and helped Janeway lead the blonde down the corridor.  Upon entering the cavernous room, the two women helped the Borg sit down on the dais in front of the alcoves.  As B’Elanna prepared to end the younger children’s regeneration cycle, Janeway spoke up. Understanding that the women were about to engage in a private moment with ‘their’ children, the Captain didn’t want to intrude.  “Seven, I just wanted to tell you something before I go.” Before she could continue, the Borg interrupted somewhat wearily, suddenly drained and in desperate need of regeneration.  “Kathryn, you do not need to leave just yet.  Unless you are uncomfortable?”  Seeing the redhead give a negative shake of her head, she continued, “First, I am always willing to hear anything you have to say.  Second, if I am, in fact, your daughter, then it would stand to reason that this,” she said, waving a hand to encompass B’Elanna, Azan, Rebi, Mizoti, and, finally, Icheb, who just entered the room, “is your family.  Does it not?” Kathryn’s eyes watered as she replied somewhat huskily, “Yes, I believe it does.” Icheb’s eyes widened dramatically.  “It appears I have made an error.”  Seeing a confused look on all three of the women’s faces, he continued, “I was incorrect in predicting that our Collective, to borrow Mizoti’s term, would soon grow to include two new members,” sparing a quick glance at the half-Klingon’s swollen belly.  “It would now seem that it would include three new members.” Kathryn and B’Elanna chuckled softly when Seven merely raised an implanted brow.  “You would still be incorrect, my son,” she began, dizzying at the emotion generated by uttering that designation for the first time.  “Given recent revelations, that number has increased to four.”  When Icheb raised his own brow in question, also somewhat non-plussed at hearing Seven refer to him in such a manner, she continued with, “The Captain is getting married.” Icheb turned to Janeway.  “To Lieutenant Masters?”  At her surprised nod, he said, “I noticed you having breakfast with her this morning.  As you do not typically consume your nutritional supplements in the Mess Hall, I found the act somewhat ‘telling.’  I also overheard several crewmen discussing some unusual behavior demonstrated by the Captain at the conclusion of that meal.  Upon seeing me, the crewmen ceased their discussion, so I was unable to discover what atypical behavior to which they were referring.” B’Elanna burst out laughing at the precise recitation and sent Janeway a smirk.  Grabbing at her sides, she walked up to Icheb and wrapped him in a hug.  “I love you, wa’Hom.” Icheb, with his arms wrapped firmly around the diminutive engineer, looked over her shoulder at Seven and the Captain, his eyebrows raised in pleasant surprise at the sudden gesture.  “I believe I love you as well, Lieutenant.” B’Elanna pulled back and looked up at the boy.  Smiling tenderly, she said, “We’ve GOT to work on that name, kiddo.” Icheb smiled.  “As promised, Mizoti has already decided upon another designation for you---one in which we all agree.  However, we have unanimously decided that the revelation of that designation would be left to Azan, as you and he have a special bond.” Surprised, the Klingon said, “Okay.  Let’s wake ‘em up.”  She walked back to the console and ended their cycles. “Regeneration cycle incomplete,” chastised the dispassionate female tones of the ship’s computer. Stepping out of her alcove first, Mizoti took in the scene before her, seeing her ‘family’ and the Captain, and also noticing that Seven was behaving in a less than usual manner.  “Seven of Nine, are you damaged?” Seven sighed but gave her daughter a smile.  “I am ‘functioning’ but will need to regenerate soon.  B’Elanna and I wished to speak with you.  Or more accurately, I wished to speak with you---as I will not have the opportunity to do so for some time---and I wanted B’Elanna with me.  Kathryn is here because she is a member of our family,” she finished, stressing the last word, hoping to discourage the little girl’s use of the less than popular term ‘Collective.’ Catching the astonished looks on the faces of the three youngest Borg, Kathryn expelled a laugh and stepped forward.  Looking up at them, standing so formally on the dais, her heart filled in appreciation for what she had gained on this unlikely journey through the Delta Quadrant.  With a big smile on her face, she informed them, “Yes, you heard correctly.  You see…I think of Seven as my daughter.  If that’s the case, then that would make you my grandchildren.”  Kathryn laughed again and continued dryly, “Though I’m not sure how I feel about how old that makes me sound.” Having all three been assimilated as infants, the children were slightly overwhelmed at how much they were gaining.  Very excited that another of his ‘heroes’ was joining his Collective---but too Borg to show it---Rebi stepped forward, “I have never had a ‘grandmother’ before.  But I do not believe a child would refer to his grandmother as ‘Captain.’  Am I incorrect?” Kathryn smiled widely at this.  “No, you’re right.  What do you want to call me?” Rebi tilted his head in typical Borg fashion.  After exchanging looks with his three other ‘siblings,’ a silent conclusion was drawn.  Turning back to the Captain, he stood proudly, with feet spread and hands clasped behind his back.  “As you are, indeed, our Captain, this will require some thought.  We would like time to come up with a proper designation that we may call you when you are off duty.  Would that be acceptable?” Thoroughly charmed by the behavior and speech pattern, Kathryn nodded.  “Of course.  Keep me informed,” she intoned in her best ‘Captain’s’ voice, but ruined the affect by grinning at the boy. Azan took this moment to step forward.  Looking over at Icheb, he asked, “Would now be a good time?” Icheb nodded, “I have already informed the Lieutenant that a new designation has been chosen.  I believe she would be agreeable to being given it now.” Every adult eye in the Cargo Bay focused on Azan, eager to hear what name four former Borg children would come up with to call one of their soon-to-be-mothers.  B’Elanna approached the boy and grabbed his hand. “Lieutenant,” he began nervously, shuffling his feet slightly, “to preface our declaration, we would like to say that we are very happy with Seven of Nine as our caretaker.  Though we have difficulty expressing it as this time, our love for her cannot be quantified.  She gave us a new Collective and taught us the meaning of the word ‘family.’” B’Elanna nodded, her eyes watering again.  She definitely understood the boy’s emotion for the blonde beauty.  Looking over at the blond beauty in question, the half-Klingon saw Seven struggle to contain her emotions…and fail miserably.  Her cortical alarm began buzzing as she dropped her head into her hands and tears streaked down her face.  Not wishing to let go of Azan, thinking the moment too important to disrupt, B’Elanna nodded to Janeway, silently requesting assistance.  Kathryn nodded back and went over to sit next to Seven, pulling the ex-drone into a hug. Azan, not quite understanding that Seven was pleased with his statement, faltered.  Knowing exactly what was going through the little boy’s mind, B’Elanna squeezed his hand reassuringly.  “Its okay, wa’Hom.  She’s happy, but the emotion’s just a little much for her right now.” Azan nodded and immediately straightened to his full height, slight though it was, the Klingon’s words having their usual calming affect on him.  Hoping to convey the sincerity of his next declaration, he stared at his favorite engineer and continued, “Though we were happy in our new Collective, we were unaware that something was missing until you began to spend your time with us.  It was at that time we realized we were incomplete.  We decided a designation from your Klingon ancestry would be appropriate, as it is part of what defines who you are.  With that in mind, your new designation is ‘Ov’wI---the one who completes.” NOTE:  wa’Hom is Klingon for “little one” NOTE:  ‘ov’wI is Klingon for “one who completes” Chapter 27 B’Elanna broke.  She just let the tears fall, unable to speak for the sheer volume of emotion choking her.  She covered her face with her hands, needing a moment to herself.  Finally, after being unable to stem the flow of tears cascading down her face, she gave up, not wanting to hurt the children by letting them think she was displeased.  She stepped right up to Azan, wrapped him in her arms and lifted him to her chest, hugging him fiercely, unable to let go.  Having never witnessed such a display before, the little boy was taken aback, but since the display was coming from his absolute favorite person in the universe, he pushed his confusion aside and returned the hug.  The young Klingon eventually set the boy down.  Eventually.  She then bestowed the same action on each of the other children.  Though unable to lift Icheb, she did hug the boy extra tight.  She made sure to take extra time with each child, proclaiming her love for them in a near silent whisper to small ears that picked up every word with Borg-enhanced hearing.  There was a decidedly audible buzz in the air when she completed her rounds. Then she spoke.  Not knowing exactly what to say, she settled on the truth.  “All my life I’ve been looking for someplace to belong.  I’ve never really had a home.  I never had a family that wanted me.  Then Voyager happened.  Captain Janeway offered me some of what I had been missing in my life, but it still wasn’t enough.”  She spared a glance at Kathryn, only to see the redhead wiping away her own tears as she held a dizzy, crying Borg.  “I never thought I would EVER have what you four have just given me.  The only other person I have ever loved more than I love you at this moment is Seven of Nine.  You five are my world.  Hoch’wI’,” she whispered. After several silent moments, Mizoti stepped forward and asked, “Then you find the designation acceptable?” And with the simple words of a child, the emotional tension in the room vanished, Kathryn and B’Elanna both laughing.  Even Seven expelled a breath as the corner of her mouth turned up.  B’Elanna reached up to cup the little girl’s cheek.  “Yes, wa’Hom, I find it ‘acceptable,’” replied the laughing Klingon, a huge smile adorning her face. Rebi turned to Seven and said, “Seven, we are aware that this is not an appropriate time to discuss this next concern, but we do not wish to wait ten days to have this conversation.  Please accept our apologies.”  At her nod, he continued, “We would like your permission to choose a new designation for you, as well.” Seven looked up in surprise, glancing over at B’Elanna.  The engineer just shrugged her shoulders and said, “Makes sense to me.  Who calls their mom ‘Seven?’” Seven raised her implanted brow.  “Indeed.” Kathryn burst out laughing, tickled with them all, finally understanding what B’Elanna meant when she told Janeway two days ago that she had fallen hat over boots in love with ALL of them---twice.  And she silently agreed with the young engineer that they were all, indeed, incredibly beautiful.  Thinking she had just been gifted with the most precious of families in the universe, the Captain cleared her throat.  Turning to Seven, unable to keep the emotion out of her voice, she said, “Seven, I need to get back to the Bridge.” “Of course, Captain.”  Seven had been working desperately the last few moments to build a couple of sketchy walls in her mind, so that she would be able to make it to the end of the discussion with her family.  To Janeway she asked, “What did you wish to tell me?” ‘I should have known Seven wouldn’t forget that,’ thought Kathryn tenderly.  She placed one hand on the blonde’s shoulder.  “I wanted to tell you, again, that I love you.  And that I’m proud of you,” throwing a glance toward Seven’s children and the astounding job the drone had done so far with raising them.  “And that, like everyone else in this Cargo Bay, I’ll be waiting for you when you awake in ten days.”  She then grabbed the young woman in a warm embrace and whispered into the Borg-enhanced ear, “I don’t pretend to know much about what your body can and cannot tolerate, but I don’t think you can really wait much longer to regenerate.” “Agreed,” responded Seven, returning the hug in kind, careful to restrain her strength, though she really wanted to crush the older woman to her chest in love and gratitude, thankful for all of the Captain’s mentoring and patience. Janeway pulled back and walked over to B’Elanna and hugged the Klingon.  She then looked at the children and said dryly, “My daughter may be unable to join her mother for dinner this evening, but I’m wondering if her family might be interested?” B’Elanna shrugged and turned to Icheb, leaving the decision up to the children, not yet knowing their comfort level with all the changes that have occurred in the last 48 hours.  When she mentioned as much to the reticent quartet, all four responded eerily in unison:  “We are Borg.  We will adapt.” Throwing an amused glance at Seven, B’Elanna laughed outright at Seven’s decidedly smug smirk.  “Oh, they’re definitely yours, bang’wI’,” chuckled the engineer. Icheb turned to Janeway and said, “Captain, we would be honored to consume our nutritional supplements with you.  As the experience with ‘Ov’wI proved, such an engagement will allow us to get to know you better and will facilitate our cohesiveness as a family.” Janeway laughed, delighted at how each child had developed their own specific personality, and yet all continued to retain their Borg habits.  It was incredibly charming and endearing to the Captain.  She reached over and rested her hand on Icheb’s shoulder.  “Then I’ll expect you all at 1800 hours.”  She nodded to B’Elanna, and with a final glance to Seven, she left the Cargo Bay.  In the turbolift, she called, “Computer, halt ‘lift.”  She rested her head against the wall and took a deep cleansing breath, unwilling to let the Bridge crew see her THIS emotional.  Besides, it wouldn’t do to shock the crew more than twice a day anyhow.  Her worry for Seven’s condition and the welcome, but emotional, upheaval of the day had her feeling a little raw.  Still feeling unsteady, she resorted to drastic measures.  Tapping her comm. badge, she said, “Janeway to Masters.” “Masters here, Captain.” “Lieutenant, are you busy at the moment?” Janeway asked with her head still resting against the wall of the ‘lift and her eyes closed. Rain heard a tone in her love’s voice that she didn’t quite understand, which effectively decided her course of action.  “Nothing that can’t be delayed, ele’mi’,” she responded, letting the Captain know she was alone, knowing that if Kathryn wasn’t alone, those in her company would have no idea what the Energetic had just called her. “Good,” stated Kathryn flatly.  Then with a heavy sigh, she said, “Rain.  I need you.  Now,” suddenly overwhelmed by the emotion of the day.  “Can you meet me in my quarters?” Rain raised her eyebrows, growing alarmed, as Kathryn rarely went to her quarters while on duty.  She was also beginning to pick up Kathryn’s emotions, signaling their intensity.  “Sure, love.  We can have lunch early.  Just let me shut down my phaser banks and put up my compression rifles and I’ll be right there,” she replied, teasing lightly. “Thank you,” Kathryn whispered and huffed out a breath of laughter.  “Janeway out.”  She then had the ‘lift resume its course but altered her destination to Deck 3.  She arrived moments before Rain, but immediately walked into the Energetic’s arms the second she entered the cabin. “Hey,” whispered Rain into Kathryn’s auburn locks.  “What’s going on, baby?” Kathryn sighed.  Pulling Rain to the sofa, she sat down and told the Energetic of all that had happened that day. “Wow,” began the security officer, “and it’s barely noon.  Wonder what the rest of the day will hold,” she teased her love. Kathryn laughed, her mood much improved.  “Just you wait, Lieutenant.  We’re having dinner with my future daughter-in-law and my grandchildren.”  She laughed outright, giggling uncontrollably at the look on Rain’s face. “Oh, geez,” was the Energetic’s only response, shutting her eyes against Kathryn’s gales of laughter. After Janeway left the Cargo Bay, Seven turned her still-seated body towards her children.  “B’Elanna, please help me to my alcove.” The half-Klingon threw a look to Icheb and both went to assist Seven.  Once she was leaning in her alcove, Seven called each child to her, until all four were standing in a semi-circle around the blonde. Knowing she would be able to immediately correct the damage through her imminent regeneration, Seven finally allowed herself to express all her love for these wonderful children.  Her face turned radiant, her love for them unmistakable.  “I will take this time to finally tell you that I love you.  You and B’Elanna are my life.  You each hold a special place in my heart.  Though I detest the Borg for what they have done to you---and me---I find myself feeling contradictory.  For had it not been for the Borg, you would not be mine.  And I cannot imagine my life without you in it.” Seven then called B’Elanna to her side.  The engineer grasped the Borg-enhanced hand of her love, tracing the silver and flesh lightly.  Seven used her fully human hand to lift the Klingon’s head until their eyes met.  “I love you, B’Elanna Torres.  You will never be rid of me, now.”  Breaking B’Elanna’s hold on her hand, reaching to the side of her alcove, Seven brought something out in her palm.  Extending her hand, palm up, B’Elanna saw a ring sitting amongst the exo-skeleton, glinting in the dim light emanating from the alcove.  She gasped. Seven continued, “I made this many months ago after I first discovered I was in love with you.  I required an outlet with which to express my feelings for you.  The stone is for friendship, the metal for love.  You are very good to your friends, B’Elanna.  With that in mind, you deserve the very best from them.  The stone is blue deltarium,” she paused, waiting for the engineer to make the connection.  She did not wait long as B’Elanna let out another gasp, as yet another tear escaped from her eye. Eight months ago, on an away mission to gather engineering supplies, four members of Engineering, including B’Elanna and Seven, were caught in a rockslide.  Seven had attempted to use her Borg-enhanced strength to hold back the worst of the slide.  Succeeding, but at great cost to herself, Seven took on heavy injuries.  Finding the sacrifice too great, B’Elanna ordered Seven to let the rocks slide.  The Borg refused.  In a frustrated rage, the Klingon lambasted Seven, finally asking Seven why she was willing to commit such a sacrifice.  Seven’s response was simple:  Voyager was her Collective.  She would do what was needed to ensure the survival of those in her Collective.  She would adapt.  The engineer was stunned into silence.  The toll the injuries were taking on Seven’s body was becoming highly upsetting to the Klingon.  She didn’t know why, but she knew she had to get Seven to stop. B’Elanna went over to a corner of the cave they were trapped in and retrieved a pile of stones known as blue deltarium.  The stone was electric blue and very hardy, but essentially worthless.  Carrying the stones to Seven, B’Elanna had laid them at the base of the slide, right where Seven was holding back the avalanche.  B’Elanna told Seven to let go.  Seven refused.  Even without her eidetic memory, Seven would never forget B’Elanna’s response.  She said, “Seven, sometimes you have to have faith.  When that which appears worthless will become everything you need.  This is going to be one of those times.  Let go.”  And Seven did.  And the blue deltarium held back the slide. Remembering that day, B’Elanna eyed the ring with fascination.  “Seven, that was the day we became friends.” Seven smirked and replied, “I know.”  She then continued, “The metal is for love.  No one will ever love you as I do.  The metal is from my original Borg body armor.  It is what brought me to you.  I cannot forget that.  I have included ‘seven’ stones, circling the ring.  I hope you are fond of that number,” she teased. B’Elanna looked at Seven with adoration.  “Good guess.  It’s my favorite.” Seven took B’Elanna’s left hand and slipped the ring on.  “B’Elanna Torres, I cannot wait ten days to ask you this.  Will you marry me?  Will you add your distinctiveness to my own?” B’Elanna let out a soft laugh.  “Seven, only you could make a Borg phrase sound romantic. Of course, I’ll marry you.  I was planning to ask you and the kids to marry ME.  I wanted to ask you first,” she said wryly. Seven raised her implanted brow in only the way that she could and stated, “Borg are more efficient.”  She reached out to wipe the remaining tears from her love’s face and continued in a superior tone, “We have much to discuss, Lieutenant.  I fear I must regenerate now, but I will see you later.  You cannot get rid of me, and you will now, forever have a Borg in your engine room.  Resistance is futile.” B’Elanna chuckled softly and then leaned in very close to Seven.  Standing on tip-toe, she whispered into the drone’s ear, “I’m glad…and I will comply…and Seven?”  When she felt Seven nod, she continued, “When you wake up…I’m going to kiss the breath right out of you.”  She stepped back in triumph.  “Resistance is futile.” Seven smirked.  “I have no intentions of resisting, Lieutenant.”  Her gaze softened as she once again gazed at her family.  Looking at each child and settling on B’Elanna, she said, “I love you all.” The buzzing was deafening.  Fearing irreparable harm due to the volume of intense emotions everyone had felt that day, B’Elanna ushered the twins and Mizoti back into their alcoves.  Before activating the cycles, four hours for the children, twenty-four for Seven, the Klingon heard Seven say softly, “I will expect to see you all in ten days.  B’Elanna, I trust you.  I love you.” Tears rolling down her face, B’Elanna activated the cycles.  Turning to Icheb, who also had tear tracks on his face, she let her Klingon side loose, yelling at the ceiling uncontrollably.  Icheb stared, wide-eyed, at the engineer, in awe of the emotion that she had been able to keep hidden from them all, now letting it all out.  The sound was impressive.  Growls and howls reverberated off the walls, echoing thunderously.  When she was finished, gasping somewhat, she growled one word.  “MINE!” NOTE: wa’Hom is Klingon for “little one” NOTE: Hoch’wI’ is Klingon for “my Everything” NOTE: ele’mi’ is Energetic for “my heart” NOTE: ‘Ov’wI is Klingon for “one who completes” Chapter 28 Kathryn and Rain were relaxing after an evening with Voyager’s Chief Engineer and the four Borg children.  It was an evening the Captain had designed for the children to get to know her and Rain better, since they were now a family of sorts.  It was a huge success.  And highly amusing to the diminutive Captain.  The children were very interested in Rain and proceeded to conduct a very thorough, yet respectful (and adorable if you asked Kathryn) inquisition of the Energetic.  For her part, the security officer was incredibly charmed and a touch dismayed by the attention.  She had thought they would be more interested in Kathryn than herself. Rain reached up and pulled Kathryn down onto her lap.  Running her fingers through the silky auburn locks, she asked, “Why do you think they focused on me?” Kathryn leaned into the soothing motion of Rain’s fingertips, moaning softly.  “I’m not sure,” she murmured.  “Though it might have something to do with exploring the unknown.  I mean…before tonight, they’d never even spoken to you before.”  She took hold of Rain’s free hand, which had been resting across her stomach, and brought it to her lips, nibbling on the slender fingers, pressing a wet kiss to the palm.  “I’m a known presence in their lives.  Their mother spends a lot of time with me.  I’m sure Seven’s trust in and friendship with me plays a big part of it.  And they know I’m not going anywhere and that they can question me anytime.”  Kathryn gazed at the love of her life.   She noticed the Energetic’s response to her caresses and smiled.  She cleared her throat and continued, “It must not have bothered you too much.  You did offer to walk them back to the Cargo Bay.”  Her tone was somewhat questioning. Rain was breathing deeply.  Kathryn’s actions were very arousing.  However, she had absolutely no intention of asking her to cease the activity.  Shaking her head to clear it, she replied, “As the evening progressed, Lt. Torres seemed distracted.  I thought you might want to talk to her…alone.” The good Captain shifted position, stretched out along the sofa, with her head pillowed on Rain’s lap.  She guided the Energetic’s fingers back into her hair.  Catching Rain’s knowing smirk, she bit gently into the hand she had been holding to her lips.  “Watch it, missy,” she warned.  Eyes twinkling, she soothed the bite with her tongue, completely aware of the affect such an action would have on her love.  Hearing Rain’s soft moan, she chuckled.  Picking up the threads of the conversation, she continued, “I thought she told you to call her ‘B’Elanna’?  You were right, though.  I did need to speak with her.  She’s worried about tomorrow.  Scared, even.”  Kathryn sighed, closed her eyes, and leaned deeper into the protection of Rain’s firm body.  “And I don’t blame her.  I’m worried and scared, too.”  Rain leaned down to press a kiss to the petite Captain’s elegant forehead.  “Hey.  It’ll be okay, baby,” she whispered.  “Torres is the best engineer you’ve ever seen.  Isn’t that what you’ve told me?” “You’re right,” Kathryn murmured, her voice husky and deep with emotion, “But tell that to my heart.  And if I’m feeling this way, imagine what B’Elanna’s feeling.  It’s got to be ten times worse.”  Kathryn gave another heart-felt sigh.  “At least I managed to convince her to go straight to bed…after a quick stop in Cargo Bay 2, of course.”  She smirked and started to continue but was interrupted. “Icheb to Fesh`e.” Kathryn Janeway looked up into the deep green eyes of her mate and raised her eyebrows. Rain looked down at the red-haired beauty laying across her lap and shrugged her shoulders.  “They said they were going to wait for Torres before they regenerated.  But you know as well as I do that that was almost two hours ago.” Janeway tapped her comm. badge and responded, “Icheb, is everything alright?  Where’s B’Elanna?  And why aren’t you regenerating?”  She didn’t bother asking how he managed to get the ship’s computer to recognize her new ‘designation.’  He was Borg, after all. Unsure which question to answer first, Icheb decided to take them in the order in which they were asked.  “I am unsure if there is anything amiss.  That is because I do not know where ‘Ov’wI is.  We are not regenerating because we were waiting for her, and she has yet to arrive at the Cargo Bay.  I called you because she does not answer our hails, and the computer states that she is on Deck 3, Section 5.  If I am not mistaken, that is the section in which your quarters are located.” Hearing the tension in the young man’s voice, Kathryn sat up.  Rain handed Kathryn her boots, while at the same time pulling on her uniform tunic.  Janeway said to Icheb, “I’m on my way.  But I might be a few minutes.  She’s definitely not outside my door, but I think I might know where she is.” “Acceptable. Icheb out.” Kathryn huffed out a burst of laughter and murmured under her breath, “Seven, Jr.”  Seeing Rain’s questioning look, she explained in a normal tone, her voice somewhat muffled as she bent over to pull on her boots. “Seven never waits for the Captain to close the channel, either.  She also doesn’t wait to be dismissed before leaving a room.”  Janeway was grinning as she said this, letting Rain know that she was not bothered by these traits, and, in fact, found them quite endearing. So Rain responded with the obvious, “Perhaps he didn’t think he was speaking with his Captain just now.  I think, maybe, he just needed some reassurances from someone in his family?”  She asked this as she pulled Kathryn off the sofa and walked toward the door. Kathryn smiled and nodded.  Grabbing the Energetic’s hand, she pulled Rain out into the corridor and headed for the turbolift, slowing long enough to pick up B’Elanna’s comm. badge, which must have fallen to the deck as she left the captain’s quarters earlier in the evening, preoccupied and distracted.   “I think you’re right.  He didn’t page the Captain.  He paged his Fesh`e.”  She seemed pleased at that. Rain looked down at her love and smiled.  Waiting until Janeway gave the computer a destination, she said, “You like it.  The name they chose for you.” Kathryn nodded, a mushy smile gracing her classic features.  “Though Fesh`e dal valen`a has a great ring to it, I think I like what it means even more.” Rain gave Kathryn a soft, intimate smile.  “It’s true you know.  You are ‘The Strong Heart of Many’.  But where do they come up with these names?” Janeway laughed.  “I have no idea.  I think they just say what they feel.  Honesty is a very ‘Borg’ trait.  They also get it from their mother.  Although, how they choose which culture to pull from is a mystery to me.” Rain, still holding Kathryn’s hand, walked down the corridor of Deck 10 with her captain, heading, she guessed, for Main Engineering.  “Actually, ele’mi’, I asked them that when I walked them back to the Cargo Bay earlier tonight.  Rebi informed me that they chose a Norcadian ‘designation’ because it was the only culture represented in their ‘family’, which hadn’t intentionally done them any harm.  It was kind of sad, really.  He said that he and Azan refused to use Wysanti ‘designations’ for anyone they cared about.  Icheb said the same thing about any Brunali ‘designations’.”  Rain paused here to give Kathryn a quizzical look.  “Do you think we’ll ever convince them to just use the word ‘name’ instead of ‘designation’?”  Shaking her head, she continued,  “They ALL decided that Human terms were not descriptive enough and too commonplace on a ship full of Humans.  They wanted something unique.  I think they succeeded quite well.” “Ummhmm, me too,” murmured Kathryn.  Then she teased, “Did you happen to ask them about ‘FeDet`e’? Blushing, Rain responded, “Yeah, sort of.  I couldn’t understand why they wanted to give ME a ‘designation.’  I mean, I told them it was okay to just call me ‘Rain.’  Mizoti informed me that since I was marrying you, I would become a member of their ‘unimatrix’ and needed a ‘family’ name.”  Rain paused when Kathryn burst out laughing. Kathryn held up a hand in apology. “I’m sorry, love.  But I’m pretty sure Seven and B’Elanna are trying to cure her of the tendency to use that word.  That she used it with you shows that she’s testing you.  How did you respond?” The security officer dropped her love’s hand as they entered Main Engineering, laughed and said, “I didn’t have to.  Icheb admonished her as only an older brother can.  I gathered from that exchange that something was off, but Rebi distracted me from inquiring further.  Plus, it was so damn cute that I didn’t want to stir anything up.  You were right, enge’mi’.  They are charming.  I can see why you’re so taken with them.  And I’m honored to be a part of that ‘family.’”  Rain continued to follow Janeway through Engineering, not really having any idea where they were going.  But seeing the mushy look the Captain shot her, she took the time to lean over and whisper quietly into a delicate ear, “I love you.” Kathryn rolled her eyes and tugged Rain onto the lift that took them to the upper level of Engineering; completely ignoring the amused looks on the faces of the Beta shift engineers.  At the top she searched around until she came upon that which she was seeking.  Over behind the warp core sat one B’Elanna Torres, muttering to herself.  “Lieutenant.” Janeway stood to the side of the core, arms crossed, lips turned down. B’Elanna flinched.  She knew that voice.  Everyone aboard the ship knew that voice.  It clearly said ‘what the hell are you doing, you’d better have a good explanation, and I’m waiting.’  It was typical Janeway. What B’Elanna failed to notice---because she had yet to look up---was the concerned and tender expression on the Captain’s face. “Captain, I---“ Janeway cut her off quickly.  “B’Elanna.”  She said this softly.  “I thought we agreed you were going to kiss your kids goodnight and go to bed.  Or have you forgotten what tomorrow is?”  This last was added somewhat sarcastically, finally showing some annoyance.  It wasn’t everyday that her ‘daughter’ underwent life-altering surgery, and her future ‘daughter-in-law’ performed it. “Captain---Kathryn,” B’Elanna sighed.  “I meant to.  Really, I did.  But I don’t think I can sleep.  I’m all tied up in knots, my stomach is tense…” Kathryn walked up to the distraught engineer and pulled her into a hug.  Being the only three people on the upper deck of Engineering, Janeway felt they could drop the professional pretense. “B’Elanna, Icheb just called me.  They’re wondering where you are.  And you and I both know they won’t regenerate until they see you.  They’re as stubborn as Seven when they set their minds to something.”  Janeway gave a wry smile, “I forgot to tell you what a wonderful time I had with you all tonight.” B’Elanna looked up at Janeway and smiled, “They are neat, aren’t they?” “Yes.  They are.  Though I think they may give me gray hair.”  Janeway lifted an eyebrow and continued, “They already have the computer recognizing my new ‘designation’.” B’Elanna choked back a laugh.  “Mine, too.”  Looking over at Rain, the engineer continued, “Thanks for walking them back tonight.”  Then, with a wicked grin, she said, “I’m sure it was quite an experience for you.” Rain rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through her long black hair.  “You guys could have warned me when I volunteered just what it was, exactly, I was getting into.” Kathryn and B’Elanna both laughed at that before the half-Klingon said, “I couldn’t.  You might have changed your mind…and I really needed to speak with Kathryn.”  B’Elanna smiled again.  “So…thanks.” Rain nodded.  “Actually, it wasn’t that bad…just a shock to the system.  They throw everything you know about children right out the window.  I’m glad to get to know them.”  Then with a wicked grin of her own, she said slyly, “Especially since I’ll be joining their ‘unimatrix’.” Torres slapped her forehead and cried, “She didn’t!” Rain simply could not hold back her amusement.  The look on the engineer’s face was absolutely priceless.  “Oh, yes.  She did.” B’Elanna looked back and forth between Kathryn and Rain, her eyes wide open.  At that moment the last three days caught up with her.  “She’s going to drive me crazy.  Of the four of them, Mizoti will be the death of me.  What am I going to do?  What am I thinking?  I can’t be a parent!  I can’t do this…I have to tell her…I have to tell Seven…she’ll understand…surely she’ll understand…” By now the Klingon was in a full-blown panic attack, walking around in circles, waving her arms as she muttered to herself.  Kathryn couldn’t help it.  She bent over at the waist and laughed hysterically.  B’Elanna did not even look at her, too wrapped up in her panic. After finding a measure of self-control, Janeway cautiously approached the distraught engineer.  Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the smirk on Rain’s face.  With one eye on the engineer, she stuck her tongue out at her highly amused mate and then turned her attention back to the rampaging Klingon.  Kathryn began to speak softly. “B’Elanna,” soothed the redhead, “calm down.  It’ll be alright.”  When Torres failed to acknowledge her efforts, Kathryn let her command mask fall across her face.  “LIEUTENANT!” barked the Captain. B’Elanna stopped in mid-flail and turned to her captain and friend.  She saw a sternness darken the Captain’s features.  She was feeling extremely raw.  She wanted nothing more than to go curl up at the base of Seven’s alcove and forget about tomorrow.  But then again, Seven would be a constant reminder of what B’Elanna needed to accomplish.  The diminutive half-Klingon looked sadly at the one maternal figure in her life.  Giving in to her fatigue and fright, she rubbed both hands over her face, holding them there, hiding. When Kathryn saw B’Elanna’s shoulders begin to shake, she dropped her commanding presence.  She wrapped her arms around the little engineer and murmured nonsensical words, soothing the tension from the distressed form with her genuine concern.  She tried to rub away the tension that had built in B’Elanna’s shoulder blades.  Catching Rain’s concerned gaze, Kathryn whispered, “Call Icheb for me?” Rain nodded and stepped away from the two women.  Hoping to discourage any of the beta shift engineers from interrupting the Captain and Chief Engineer, Rain stationed herself at the ‘lift which she and Kathryn came up on earlier.  Barring any malfunctions, she was fairly sure the three of them would remain alone on the second level.  Then again, she was no engineer and had no idea what went on in Engineering.  Turning her back on the other two, she tapped her commbadge. “Masters to Icheb.” “This is Icheb.  FeDet`e, have you found her?” No doubt about it.  The kid was definitely worried now.  Rain could hear it in his voice.  Making a snap decision, Rain said, “Yeah, we found her.  She and your Fesh`e are talking, though.  How ‘bout I come up there and keep you guys company for a while?  I’m not sure how long they’re gonna be.” Rain could hear a muffled discussion taking place on the other side of the comm. signal before Icheb replied, “Acceptable, FeDet`e.  We will await your arrival.  Icheb out.” The security officer chuckled under her breath as she turned back toward the others, remembering Kathryn’s comments from earlier.  She slowly approached the two women.  When she saw the Klingon with her face buried into Janeway’s left shoulder, she faltered.  Not wanting to interrupt, but needing to let her love know she was leaving, she tried to catch the Captain’s eye. Seeing her signal, Kathryn nodded to Rain.  So the good lieutenant walked up to her right side and whispered into her ear, “I’m going to the Cargo Bay.  Take as long as you need.  I got it covered.”  Rain pressed a soft kiss just below Kathryn’s ear.  Kathryn gave Rain a beautific smile and nodded.  Mouthing an ‘I love you’ she returned her focus to the shivering engineer. Rain jumped on the ‘lift and descended to the Main level, but not because she needed to.  She could have left Engineering from the second level, but she wanted to speak with Lt. Carey before she left.  Approaching the man in charge of the beta shift, Rain said, “Hey, Joe.  Got a sec?”  When he nodded, she continued, “Barring an emergency, do you think you can keep everyone away from the second level for awhile?” “Sure.  We aren’t running any tests up there tonight,” replied the affable lieutenant.  “Any particular reason, though?” he asked, wondering if there was a security concern in that area. “Yeah.  The Chief and the Captain are up there.  They’re kind of discussing tomorrow’s procedure in Sickbay.  I’m pretty sure Torres told you about that?”  When he affirmed that with another nod, she said, “So I think they’d appreciate some privacy for a little while.” “No problem.  Hey!  I heard a rumor about you and a certain Starfleet Captain.  Any truth to that?” asked Carey, a definite twinkle glinting in his eye, thinking about the rations he had riding on the rumor’s validity. Rain offered a big smile and shrugged.  “You know I never gossip, Joe.  Guess only time will tell.”  She knew full well that Kathryn was planning on issuing formal announcements to the entire crew later in the week, but she couldn’t help baiting the handsome engineer. So Rain slapped Carey on the back, winked, and left Engineering.  When she arrived at the Cargo Bay, she found all four of B’Elanna’s ‘Sochlings’ in various states of distress.  Icheb and Mizoti were holding what appeared to be an intense discussion across the room.  Azan was standing directly in front of Seven’s alcove, staring forlornly at the slumbering beauty.  ‘And, wow, what a beauty it was’ thought Rain.  She may be hat over boots for and completely committed to Kathryn Janeway, but she wasn’t dead.  Seven was gorgeous.  Not as appealing as her luscious redhead, but gorgeous nonetheless.  However, it made her somewhat uncomfortable to know that anyone could watch these guys regenerate at any time.  ‘I must speak to Kathryn about that,’ thought Rain. Looking over at Rebi, she was slightly taken aback.  The small boy was pacing!  Pacing!  Rain couldn’t believe it.  According to Kathryn and Lt. Torres, these four children were miniature Seven of Nine’s with regards to Borg mannerisms and behavior.  And Rain was pretty sure Seven had never paced a day in her life.  It was too ‘inefficient.’ “Hey, Rebi!  Slow down,” she said to the wandering boy.  If she had any doubts about Torres’ influence on these children, they were now dispelled, having just witnessed this same behavior from B’Elanna not ten minutes ago.  “You want to tell me what has you guys in an frazzle?” Icheb turned to look at the security officer.  He raised an eyebrow and queried, “A frazzle?” Rain rolled her eyes and gestured for everyone to take a seat on the dais.  “You know, what’s making you so upset?” Mizoti was the last to approach Rain’s position.   Rather than sit down as the lieutenant expected, the little girl walked up and stood directly in front of her.  Rain raised an eyebrow in question. “Is ‘Ov’wI displeased with us?” she asked.  Though it was nearly undetectable, Rain saw the girl’s lower lip tremble. Rain took hold of the little girl’s hands.  “No, of course not.  Why would you think that?” Mizoti’s gaze shifted away under the intense scrutiny of the security officer.  “Icheb said that we were rude to you, in asking you all those questions.  Since she has not come to ‘tuck us in’, I can only surmise that our ‘Ov’wI is displeased with our behavior.” ‘Oh, boy,’ thought Rain.  “She’s upset right now, but I can promise you that it isn’t because of anything you guys have done.  I think she’s just worried about tomorrow.  I know you guys are, too.  But imagine, just for a minute, how she really feels right now.  Then maybe you can understand why she needed to be alone for a little while.  I just left her.  Your Fesh`e is comforting her.  She’ll be fine.  She will eventually be down here, but probably not for some time.  Be honest with me.  Did you really think she wouldn’t come down here?  Tonight of all nights?” Icheb shook his head.  “I did not truly believe that she would not come down to see us.  I cannot explain my reaction.”  The look of consternation on his face made Rain chuckle. “It’s okay to be insecure, Icheb.  Everybody is at some point.  So will you guys take me at my word when I tell you that she does love you?  She’s gonna come see you, but I don’t think you should wait up for her.  It’s pretty late.” Rebi answered for all four children.  “Yes, FeDet`e.  Thank you.  Your presence in our collective is most acceptable.” Rain laughed.  “Thanks…I think.  But I thought you guys weren’t suppose to use that term?” Mizoti arrogantly lifted her chin.  “That is incorrect.  Seven of Nine and ‘Ov’wI object to the term ‘unimatrix.’  I do not understand the reason for this and will continue to revisit the issue when we are all together again.” She spared a meaningful glance at Seven’s regenerating form before continuing.  “Out of respect for her, I will not use it again until Seven of Nine can correct me herself.” Rain slapped her knees and stood up.  “Fair enough, young lady.  Now.  How about turning in?”  She looked at all four children, but her glance lingered on Azan, who had yet to utter a single word since she entered the room.  Knowing that Torres had a special affinity for the boy, she didn’t want to have to tell her that anything was wrong with him.  “Azan.  Are you okay?” The boy tore his desolate gaze away from Seven and focused on the lieutenant.  “I am functioning, FeDet`e.” “According to the Captain and Lt. Torres, that usually means that something’s wrong,” she responded, arms crossed over her chest. “Do not take this the wrong way, but it is nothing you can assist me with.  I will function at acceptable levels once Seven is repaired.” Rain nodded.  “Okay, I’ll accept that.”  She then watched all four children situate themselves in their respective alcoves.  She walked over to Icheb’s alcove and said, “I thought you didn’t have a cortical implant thingy.  Why do you still regenerate?” The corners of Icheb’s mouth turned up.  He found her unfamiliarity with Borg physiology amusing.  He tilted his head to the side and responded, “I still possess an abdominal implant.  Until it is removed, I will continue to regenerate.”  He then looked away shyly before continuing with, “Also…I do not wish to be away from my ‘family.’  As they continue to regenerate…so will I.” “Ah.  I see.”  She looked down the row of alcoves and turned back to Icheb.  “I hate to break this to you, but I have no idea how to start this regeneration thing.” Icheb laughed.  But before he could continue, the Cargo Bay doors opened and in walked Torres and the Captain. “That’s okay, Rain.  I’ve got it from here.”  B’Elanna smiled up at her family.  Her smile only got wider when she saw the response her arrival elicited from her ‘Sochlings.’ Azan bolted out of his alcove and threw himself into her embrace.  “’Ov’wI!  I am functioning within acceptable parameters now that you have arrived.” B’Elanna wrapped her arms tightly around the little boy.  She spent a few minutes whispering into his ear.  When she finished, he withdrew and returned to his alcove, his entire demeanor changed and relaxed.  His reliance on her ability to make him feel better was absolute. Rain sidled up to her mate and whispered into her ear, “Everything okay?” Janeway leaned into her love and rested her head on Rain’s shoulder.  “Ummhmm.  I think she’ll be okay.  Everything just caught up with her.  We stopped by Sickbay so the Doctor could give her something to help her sleep.  Come on.  Let’s give them some privacy.”  Kathryn grabbed hold of Rain’s slender fingers and pulled her to the door.  Stopping just before she activated the sensor that would open them, she turned back to the group assembled on the dais.  “Goodnight everyone.  I’ll see you tomorrow.”  When she received nods from everyone she gave one last parting shot, “You, too, Lieutenant!” “Yes, Captain,” Torres responded, knowing that if she didn’t get to bed soon, the Captain would have her head on a platter. Once Janeway and Masters were gone, B’Elanna finished saying goodnight.  She stopped in each alcove to whisper reassurances of comfort and love into each small ear, bestowing a goodnight kiss to each one, as well.  When she finally got to Seven, she leaned up to whisper an ‘I love you’ into her ear.  She stared at Seven for a few minutes, and then leaned up again to whisper, “I’ll take care of you, bang’wI.” Stepping down from the dais, she went to the control panel.  “Sweet dreams,” she whispered, activating the regeneration sequence. Chapter 29 “Fesh`e to Icheb.” Icheb looked over at the other occupant in Astrometrics.  He saw the questioning look cross Tal Celes’ face and said, “This is Icheb.  How may I be of assistance, Fesh`e?” Janeway chuckled at the predictable response.  “I’d like to see you in my Ready Room when you get a chance.” “I am not currently involved in any pressing matters.  I could come now, if you would be agreeable.” “That’s fine.  Fesh`e out.” Icheb took a moment to explain to the young Bajoran, “The Captain has allowed us to call her by the designation ‘Fesh`e’ when she is not on duty.  By referring to herself in that manner just now, she was letting me know that she was off duty and that what she wished to discuss was personal in nature.” Celes just shrugged and did not pretend to understand the young former Borg.  All she knew was that his mother had just undergone major life-altering surgery for the second time in a year, and the young man was spending a great deal of time in Astrometrics.  Whether he was there to distract himself with various projects or to feel closer to Seven, she had no idea. Icheb left Astrometrics and headed for the Bridge.  When he arrived, he nodded to Lt. Masters, who was manning the Tactical station.  Tuvok had the conn and gave no notice to the boy as he pressed the chime to the Captain’s Ready Room. “Enter.” Janeway smiled as Icheb entered the room.  She thought to herself how fine a job Seven was doing with the boy.  Icheb walked up to the Captain’s desk and stood at ‘Borg attention’---feet spread shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind his back.  He reminded Janeway so much of Seven of Nine. “Relax, Icheb.  I just wanted to talk to you---grandma to grandson, so to speak.”  As she said this with a twinkle in her eye, she stood and moved toward the upper level of the Ready Room, motioning for Icheb to follow her. She chuckled to herself when she saw Icheb sit without argument.  Expecting him to use Seven’s response of ‘I prefer to stand,’ she was somewhat surprised.  “You no longer ‘prefer to stand,’ I take it?” she teased. Icheb gave a small smile and replied, “’Ov’wI has encouraged this behavior.” Janeway smiled back.  “Figures.  Actually, Icheb, B’Elanna’s the reason I asked you up here.  Frankly, I’m a little worried about her.  It’s been a little more than 72 hours since the surgery.  From the reports I’ve gotten from the Doctor, Seven’s regeneration is normal and uneventful, and B’Elanna is spending all of her off duty time sitting in Cargo Bay 2---standing guard.” Janeway smiled a bit at that and continued with a small, wry twist of her mouth, “According to the Doctor, that’s a bad thing.”  Janeway mentally rolled her eyes at the EMH because she was also guilty of ‘watching over’ Seven as she regenerated.  It was as if she needed continual reassurance that her daughter was okay. “What is it you would like me to do, Fesh`e?” asked the hesitant boy. “You’re about to be her son.  I’m trying to stack the deck in our favor.  We need to convince her to go to her quarters and get some actual rest.  I could order her to do it, but I don’t want to have to do that.  I know what it’s like to worry about a loved one.  However…if she doesn’t take it easy, the Doctor will be furious.  It’s not good for either her or the baby.  Be honest, Icheb.  How happy will Seven be if B’Elanna harms herself or the baby?” “She would be most displeased,” replied the ever-honest Borg. “Exactly,” drawled Janeway.  “So I need your help.  If we can present a logical---yet loving---argument, she’ll, hopefully, not put up much of a fight.” Icheb shifted on the couch and leaned forward in thought.  “Perhaps if we offered to ‘guard’ Seven of Nine in shifts, she would be agreeable to leaving the Cargo Bay?” Janeway lifted her eyebrows.  “That’s not a bad idea.  I bet Rain would volunteer for a shift.  I’m sure several others would donate their time, as well---the Doctor, Mr. Paris, Neelix, Mr. Kim, Tuvok.  I think Mizoti may be a bit young to stand watch alone…” She allowed herself to trail off to see if Icheb raised any objections. Icheb was nodding as Janeway left her sentence dangling.  As he was somewhat protective of his younger ‘siblings,’ he agreed with his Fesh`e.  “I believe Seven would not object to FeDet`e’s presence, nor any of the others.  Perhaps if Rebi and Mizoti were to take a ‘watch’ together?” Janeway nodded.  “Provided that they understood that we would need to be notified immediately should any problems develop.  What of Azan?” Icheb gave a negative indication with his head.  “No, Fesh`e, he is spending most of his time with ‘Ov’wI.  They are especially close, and he finds great comfort in her company.  I believe it would be prudent to allow that interaction to continue unimpeded.” Janeway chuckled at the boy’s speech.  He was adorable.  “Now, young man,” she began somewhat sternly.  She watched his brow crinkle in confusion at the change in tone and continued, “why were you in Astrometrics this late?” Icheb hung his head sheepishly.  But being both Borg and Seven’s son, he replied honestly.  “I, too, have had trouble adapting to Seven’s absence.  I did not want to be obvious by watching her in the Cargo Bay.” Janeway gave an understanding smile.  “So you thought you’d feel closer to her in the lab?”  When he gave a nod of affirmation, she said, “It’s okay, Icheb.  I’d be worried if you weren’t upset.”  She patted the boy on the knee and then let him off the hook.  “Let’s go see about implementing Operation Borg Watch.” Icheb smiled at Janeway’s attempt to lighten the mood.  “Acceptable, Fesh`e.” Kathryn Janeway just couldn’t help herself.  She laughed in delight at the boy.  He truly was ‘Seven, Jr.’ She stood and put her hand on Icheb’s shoulder.  They left the Ready Room together.  On the Bridge, she waved a hand at Tuvok to indicate that he still had the Conn.  Passing by the Tactical station on her way to the turbolift, Kathryn nodded at Rain, lifted her hand and scratched her brow with her thumb.  It was a silent communication the two had set up to indicate a desire to see the other, privately, as soon as it was convenient.  Rain nodded in return and watched her mate disappear into the ‘lift with her future grandson. In the ‘lift, Kathryn tapped her commbadge, “Computer, locate Lieutenant Torres.” “Lieutenant Torres is in Cargo Bay 2.” Janeway rolled her eyes.  “I don’t know why I bothered.” When the ‘lift arrived at the appropriate deck, she and Icheb headed toward the cavernous room that the Borg family called ‘home.’ Walking through the big doors, Janeway thought again about the subject of privacy that Rain had brought up a couple of nights ago, regarding Seven and the children’s regeneration. *** *** “Kathryn.  I’m kind of uncomfortable with everyone having access to them while they sleep.  It’s creepy.  And unsafe.  They need privacy as much as the rest of us.  Something has to be done.” *** *** Looking at the slumbering Seven, Rebi, Azan, and Mizoti, Kathryn silently agreed with her lover.  Maybe she could assign the problem to B’Elanna, which would get her focused on something other than the regenerating Seven.  The children could help her.  The idea was sounding better with each passing second.  Spotting the engineer on the dais, leaning up and dozing against Seven’s legs, she and Icheb slowly approached.  She was about to speak when Icheb laid a restraining hand on her arm and motioned toward himself.  Curious as to the course of action the young man would choose, Janeway nodded for him to proceed and backed off a bit. “’Ov’wI?” he began softly.  When she raised sleepy eyes to meet his, he knelt down beside her on the deck.  He raised his eyebrow in perfect imitation of his mother and asked, “Why are you not in bed, ‘Ov’wI?  You are obviously exhausted.  And the deck is not a surface conducive to comfortable regeneration---unless you are Borg.”  He smiled gently at his favorite engineer and waited for the predictable argument. Torres grinned at the boy’s self-deprecating humor.  Sitting up straighter, she murmured, “I just wanted to be with Seven.” Icheb reached out and took hold of his ‘Ov’wI’s hand.  Very softly and in an extraordinarily gentle manner, the boy murmured, “This behavior is not good for you or my youngest ‘sister.’  You both require adequate rest, and you are not getting it.  My ‘mother’ would be deeply displeased with me if I continue to allow this to happen. “ B’Elanna’s mouth opened and closed.  Not really sure what to say, she replied, “Really, Icheb.  I’m fine.”  She stopped when Icheb just shook his head back and forth. “No, you are not.  What is the real reason you do not wish to leave?” The tired Klingon sighed heartily.  “Two reasons,” she muttered. “What are they?” asked the persistent young man. Torres rubbed her forehead ridges vigorously before she answered.  “First, I don’t want to leave her alone.  Second, I just want to be with my family.”  The last was uttered pitifully as the engineer’s eyes watered slightly. For the first time ever, Icheb found himself in the position of offering comfort.  He tentatively placed his arms around the slight shoulders of his ‘Ov’wI and pulled her to his chest in a hug.  He whispered almost silently, “It is ‘all right,’ ‘Ov’wI.  You do not have to do this alone.” Janeway discreetly wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.  Seeing that Icheb was more than capable of finishing this task alone, she quietly left the Cargo Bay.  Since she was technically off duty, she chose not to go back to her Ready Room but went to her quarters instead, where she sent Torres a message detailing her wish for the engineer to design quarters for her ‘family’ during her next duty shift. Torres sniffled and swiped at her eyes.  When Icheb released his hold she sat back.  “Thanks.”  Icheb nodded and said, “Please do not debate this, ‘Ov’wI.  You cannot win.”  His look was soft when he continued, “Fesh`e and I have come up with a ‘plan’ so that Seven of Nine will not be left alone.” “You discussed this with Janeway?” she asked incredulously. Icheb nodded slowly and stated, “We are worried about you.  You do not have to do this alone.”  He was pleading with her to let him help. And B’Elanna heard him.  “What’s your plan, kiddo?” she asked wearily. Icheb leaned forward to bestow a kiss to the Klingon’s ridged brow.  “Thank you,” he stated simply.  At Torres’ raised brow, he explained, “For allowing me to ‘take care’ of you.  I am aware that it is difficult for you to relinquish control.  I am honored.”  “Hmmm,” Torres murmured dryly, looking at the boy through squinting eyes, “you guys seem to have that effect on me.” “It is because we love you unconditionally.”  His tone was matter of fact.   Tired as she was, B’Elanna could do no more than nod appreciatively.  Seeing this, the former Borg---in an effort to hurry her off to sleep---told his ‘Ov’wI of Operation Borg Watch.  He stated that he would have the first ‘watch’ and that he would summon the Doctor to take his place when he was required to regenerate.  Tomorrow he and his Fesh`e would compile a list of those they thought would assist in the project.  There would be no more camping out in the Cargo Bay for B’Elanna. She sighed deeply.  “You win.  Now help us up,” she demanded wryly, gesturing toward her swollen belly. Icheb did as bid.  He stood and offered his hand.  When B’Elanna was back on her feet he stepped back, knowing she had a routine she religiously followed before leaving the Bay.  He watched her walk down to Mizoti’s alcove, whisper into her ear, and place a kiss to her brow.  She did the same for Rebi and Azan.  Back in front of Seven, she leaned up as far as she could and spent the next several minutes whispering to Seven.  With his Borg-enhanced hearing, Icheb could have easily picked up everything she was saying.  However, his respect, love, and admiration for both the engineer and his mother prevented him from listening to the private utterances. At the conclusion of the tender moment, B’Elanna approached Icheb, and the two left the Cargo Bay.  Icheb escorted his ‘Ov’wI back to her quarters and returned to the Borg home only after stopping by Sickbay to request the Doctor’s aide in ‘guarding’ Seven.  Once he heard why the boy needed his presence in the Cargo Bay, the EMH was more than happy to volunteer his services.  He had been trying to get the Klingon to rest for three days.  He also made note of the fact that the typically irascible engineer, who tended to neglect her health on a regular basis, was a pushover when it came to any requests made by the Borg population on board Voyager.  That knowledge might come in handy in the future. *** *** *** “Computer, locate Captain Janeway.”  Rain leaned back against the turbolift wall.  Gamma shift was just starting, and her duty shift was over.  Remembering Kathryn’s earlier signal, Rain wanted to see her before heading to bed. “Captain Janeway is in her quarters.” “Deck 3,” she called to the computer, and the ‘lift began moving.  Walking down the corridor, she was surprised when the door to the Captain’s quarters hissed open as she reached them.  Warmth flooded her body as she realized that Kathryn had reconfigured the sensors to open the door at her presence.  She stepped through the opening, and her heart melted.  The lighting was dim, but she immediately saw the love of her life reclining on the sofa.  She was dressed for bed, a book in her lap.  And she was asleep. Rain walked past her captain and mate and headed for the bedroom.  Inside, she turned down the covers, and then returned to the outer room.  She leaned down and gently scooped Kathryn into her arms.  She was setting the redhead down on the bed when Kathryn stirred.  “Rain?” she murmured sleepily. “It’s me,” she whispered in reply while placing a kiss to the captain’s brow.  “Shhh.  Just go back to sleep,” she encouraged tenderly.  When Rain began to pull away, Kathryn whispered, “Don’t go.  Please.”  So the security officer reversed course and sat on the edge of the bed.  “You need your rest, enge’mi’,” she scolded softly. “I need you more,” came the stubborn reply.  “Now lay down.” Rain chuckled.  “Yes, ma’am.  But only for a little while.”  She pulled off her boots and stretched out beside her mate.  Kathryn maneuvered until she was practically on top the Energetic, laid her head on Rain’s shoulder, and threw her arm across her muscular abdomen.  “Is something wrong, Kathryn?” she asked quietly. Nearly asleep again, it took Kathryn a moment to answer.  “Mmm?  Oh…no.  Nothing’s wrong,” she murmured into Rain’s neck.  “I just missed you.  But there’s something I’m supposed to ask you.  I can’t think what it is, though…” her voice trailed off sleepily. Rain smiled and lifted a hand to stroke through Kathryn’s auburn locks.  “It’s okay.  You can ask me when we meet for breakfast.”  Her smile grew wider when she realized her captain had already fallen back asleep.  Rain stayed for about an hour, watching Kathryn sleep.  Slipping out from under her love, she murmured, “I love you, ele’mi’,” and quietly left the bedroom.  In the main living area, she hunted for a PADD.  After leaving Kathryn a note to remind her of their breakfast together the next morning, Rain left.  It was just as she was drifting off to sleep herself that she realized she had just spent an hour in Kathryn’s BED…and all she had done was watch her captain sleep.  Her only thought…’damn.’ Chapter 30 The senior staff meeting was somewhat subdued.  The participants were aware of something missing.  That something was Seven of Nine.  Though there were many times she never uttered a single word at a meeting, her presence was always palpable.  Perhaps more noticeable was the lack of involvement from the Chief Engineer.  Lt. Torres stared down at the table, making inputs and additions to a PADD in her hand.  It had been four days since Janeway and Icheb had come up with Operation Borg Watch, and since she was prevented from sitting with Seven, B’Elanna kept herself busy designing the Borg-family quarters.  ‘Just two more days, bang’wI,’ she thought. “Lt. Torres?  B’Elanna?  LIEUTENANT!” barked Janeway, trying to get the engineer’s attention. B’Elanna sat up ramrod straight and gulped.  “Yes, Captain?”  ‘If looks could kill,’ she thought. Janeway’s expression softened minutely.  “I asked if you’d made any progress on the deflector upgrade.” B’Elanna gave an imperceptible sigh and answered, “Not really, Captain.  Vorik, Carey and I are working on it, but we’ve kind of…stalled.  The design isn’t the problem.  But building the damn thing is giving us a ton of trouble.  We can’t overcome the security field integrity issue.”  She did not say what would solve the problem because, frankly, she thought it was obvious.  She realized quickly that not everyone was as astute. “So we do what?  Scrap the idea?” Chakotay asked, shrugging his shoulders. Janeway, who was astute, looked closely at her Chief Engineer, smiled and said, “No, Commander.  We wait for Seven to wake up.  She’ll solve the integrity problem.” B’Elanna huffed out her breath, crossed her arms over her chest and murmured, “In three minutes or less.”  That got a round of laughter. The hails came twenty minutes later, practically on top of one another, during Tuvok’s security report, and they sent chills down Janeway’s back and absolute fear into Torres’ heart.  The standing rule on Voyager since…forever…was that you didn’t interrupt a senior staff meeting unless it was an emergency. “Vorik to Lt. Torres.” “Masters to Commander Tuvok or Lt. Torres” Time stopped.  Or at least it seemed to.  Everyone on the senior staff had volunteered to help ‘guard’ Seven at one point or another over the last few days and, therefore, were aware of the rotating ‘schedule’ involved in the project.  So everyone in the room was aware that it was Lt. Masters’ shift in Cargo Bay 2.  If she was hailing during a staff meeting, it would not be good news. B’Elanna couldn’t breathe.  Couldn’t speak.  Couldn’t think.  Noticing this, Tuvok answered, “This is Commander Tuvok.  Is there a problem, Lt. Masters?”  If he seemed anxious, no one noticed.  After all, Vulcans didn’t get anxious.  And if they did, they certainly didn’t show it. “Commander,” Rain started, pain evident in her voice, “I need to leave the Cargo Bay.”  She hoped she didn’t have to explain further.  Knowing he was in a staff meeting, where all those in attendance would be listening to the conversation, she most definitely did not want to mention, out loud, that she was in near debilitating pain.  Kathryn would have a fit.  Luckily for her, the Commander was a sharp individual. “Understood, Lt.  But may I ask if Seven of Nine’s regeneration is still normal and if the Cargo Bay itself is responsible for your current condition?” ‘Damn, damn, damn, damn.  So much for that,’ Rain thought to herself.  Now Kathryn would know for sure that she was ill.  Biting the bullet, she replied, “I’m not sure, Commander.  But what I’m feeling is so strong, that I have to believe it’s from an outside source.” Janeway had reached her limit of patience.  Her heart was beating rapidly, her desire to rush to Rain’s side overwhelming.  “Get to Sickbay immediately, Lieutenant,” she ground out, her voice steely and hard.  Turning to the EMH, she said pointedly, “Doctor?” “On my way, Captain,” he said in a hurried tone and rushed from the room. Janeway turned to the Talaxian morale officer and asked, “Mr. Neelix, would you head to Cargo Bay 2 and relieve Lt. Masters?” “I’d be happy to, Captain,” he responded and hurried out the door. Janeway then turned to Harry and said, “Ensign, get to Astrometrics and start a search for any large anomalies generating substantial energy signatures.  Let me know immediately when you find it,” having absolutely no doubt that he would. In complete confusion, Harry nodded, murmured, “Yes, Captain,” and left the briefing room. Everyone had momentarily forgotten the other hail until they again heard,  “Vorik to Lt. Torres.” B’Elanna shook herself from her stupor, having just absorbed the fact that it was Rain who was ill and NOT Seven.  “Go ahead, Vorik.”  Something did not feel right, and the fear was back. “Lieutenant, we have somewhat of a situation developing,” he announced, his voice tight and strained, if that was possible for a Vulcan. “What kind of situation?” the Klingon growled. “Energy spikes and surges all through decks six through nine.  We are able to determine neither cause nor solution at this time,” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone.  Inside he was feeling rather helpless.  He knew what this information would do to the typically abrasive engineer.  Though he did not allow such a thing to show, his heart sank.  It would devastate her. ‘That explains Rain’s condition,’ thought Janeway, and looking at Torres, her heart ached at her suffering. B’Elanna’s eyes watered immediately, but she refused to let them fall.  “What does that mean, Vorik?” she demanded angrily. “Lieutenant,” he paused to consider how to word his explanation, “we are having to shut down all the power relays on those decks before they overload.  We have already done so on decks nine, eight, and seven.”  A small gasp left Torres’ mouth before she could stop it. Those left in the briefing room understood immediately why the Engineering staff had not yet shut down power to deck six.  Seven of Nine was peacefully regenerating in Cargo Bay 2, unaware of the potential danger lurking just around the corner. Not allowing Torres to make a decision that had such personal implications, the Captain took it upon herself to relieve her of the burden.  “Thank you, Vorik.  Don’t shut down power to deck six until you hear from me.  Janeway out.”  Turning to her Chief Engineer, she murmured, “B’Elanna…” Torres raised a hand to cut her off.  “No, please,” she whispered.  She rubbed a hand across her ridges and pinched the bridge of her nose.  For the next 90 seconds no one said a word.  Then suddenly Torres tapped her commbadge and said, “Torres to the Doctor.” A very harried EMH responded, “This is he, Lieutenant.”  He sounded stressed and tense.  A sound no one still left in the briefing room wanted to hear at that moment for varying reasons.  Torres because she was worried about Seven, Janeway because she was worried about Rain, Tom because he was worried about Seven and for B’Elanna, Tuvok---though he’d never admit it---because he was worried about Rain and Seven, and Chakotay because he was concerned about the effect all of this was having on Kathryn and B’Elanna. B’Elanna shifted nervously in her chair, uneasy with her line of thought.  “What would happen if we ended Seven’s regeneration right now?” she asked bluntly in a tone as brittle as glass. “What?” cried the EMH.  “Are you insane?  Lieutenant, we discussed this prior to the surgery!  If she doesn’t finish the full 216 hours, her cortical node will fail.  It’s as simple as that.”  He issued a deep sigh and asked over the ‘link, “Why?  Why are you asking me something you already know the answer to?  What is happening on this ship?” B’Elanna’s head hit the table with a defeated thump, and tears formed in her eyes.  She could no longer prevent them from falling, so she kept her head down, unable to answer the Doctor’s questions. Tom Paris was a little choked up himself.  More so because B’Elanna was hurting than anything else.  As he watched her fall apart he decided to jump in.  Tapping his combadge to join the conversation, he cleared his throat and replied, “Doc, apparently there are energy surges throughout the middle of the ship.  Engineering is having to shut off power to those decks that are affected.  Deck six is one of those decks,” he finished softly. Dumbfounded, the Doctor had nothing to say and settled for an, “I see.” “We’ll get back to you, Doc, when we know something more.  Paris out.”  He got up and walked over to Torres’ side of the table and placed a gentle hand on a shaking shoulder.  No one said a word for a brief moment.  It was Tuvok who ended the silence, seeing it as illogical to do nothing.  “Captain, what is it you wish for me to do at this time?” Janeway sighed and shook off her unease and sadness.  Gathering her composure and command mask like a shroud, she began issuing instructions.  “Tom, get with Harry and plot a course around whatever energy signature he’s found.”  She was interrupted before she could continue. “Uh, Captain?  Harry hasn’t found any energy signature,” he gently pointed out, not wishing to argue with her and incur the wrath of Janeway, but also not understanding the order.  This time it was he who was interrupted…by a hail from Harry. “Kim to the Captain.” Pointing at Paris and giving a small wink, Janeway said, “Janeway here.  What have you found, Ensign?” Harry’s voice was shaking, if that were possible.  He sounded uneasy, nervous, and a touch…frightened when he replied, “Captain, I think you should come down here.” Janeway threw her hands in the air and said sharply, “I don’t have time for this, Ensign.  What is it?” In Astrometrics, Harry was sweating and literally shaking in his Starfleet issue boots.  “I don’t know how to explain it.  I don’t know how you knew I’d find something---“ “Spit it out, Harry,” Janeway growled impatiently, not about to explain about her Energetic mate’s built-in ‘barometer.’ “Yes, Ma’am.  It’s an energy distortion about fifteen light years ahead.  I had to boost the sensors to figure out what I was looking at, and I only found it because of its size.  Captain, it’s…enormous.  It’s got to be over a thousand light years wide.  There’s no way around it that wouldn’t take years.  And Captain?  It’s in motion…headed this way.  It’s moving so fast that if we came to a stop right now, it would be upon us in 48 hours.” Janeway’s jaw was clinched so tight it’s a wonder it didn’t crack.  “I’ll be right there.  Janeway out.”  Turning to B’Elanna, Janeway asked, “Lieutenant, could this energy distortion be responsible for the problems in Engineering?” Torres looked up and replied, “It’s entirely possible.  But Captain?  If it is?  From that distance?  Its power is going to be phenomenal.  Surviving it will take a miracle.”  She looked away, her hearts still laying at her feet where they fell upon hearing Vorik’s earlier announcement. “Well Voyager hasn’t had a miracle this month.  We’re do.”  Janeway turned to Paris and amended her earlier order, “Tom, get to the holodeck.  Use data from Astrometrics to build a simulation.  I want you to find the best angle and flight plan for Voyager to ride through that energy wave.” Paris straightened and replied, “Yes, ma’am.”  He hurried from the room. Looking at the Chief Engineer, Janeway said, “B’Elanna, I need you in Engineering.  First, find a way to keep deck six’s power up and running without endangering Seven.  Second, find out if that energy distortion is causing the problem and what can be done to correct it.  Failure is not an option, Lieutenant.” Grateful to have a focus for her emotions, Torres stood up and murmured, “Aye, Captain,” before leaving the briefing room. Janeway then turned her attention to her First Officer.  “Chakotay, bring us to a stop and make sure the ship is prepared for the impact of this thing.”  Seeing his skeptical look, she tossed a wry grin and added, “Just do your best, Commander.”  He nodded and took his leave.  That left only Tuvok and Janeway left in the room. Tuvok raised his eyebrow and stated, “There is something you would like to discuss.” Janeway chuckled and sank back into her chair.  She issued a sigh and murmured, “You know me well, old friend.”  She sighed again and decided to be blunt.  “Tuvok, I have no objectivity when it comes to Rain or Seven.  I just want to ask you to make sure I don’t do something stupid.  Keep me in check so to speak.” Tuvok tilted his head and replied, “A wise precaution, Captain.  Though I should point out that if there were ever anyone for whom I would lose objectivity myself…it would be those two individuals.” Janeway laughed out loud.  “Listen to us, Tuvok.  All right.  I keep you in line if you keep me in line.  Deal?” Tuvok again lifted a brow and responded, “Understood, Captain.  But, perhaps, a side trip to Sickbay would be in order before you arrived in Astrometrics?” Shaking a finger at her favorite Vulcan, Janeway rose to leave the room.  “I just might do that, Commander.  See what you can do about generating a miracle or two while I’m there, will you?”   His response was nothing more than a look.  She laughed and left. *** *** *** In Sickbay, things were anything but joyful.  Rain was gasping on a biobed, trying to ride out the latest wave of pain coursing through her body.  The Doctor stood by helplessly.  Unbeknownst to him, the security officer was doing a great deal of strategizing while she labored.  She had heard the conversation between Torres and the EMH and knew Seven was in trouble.  The intensity of her pain was an indicator of the size of whatever energy signature was in the vicinity.  She put two and two together and got four.  She needed to speak with Kathryn to find out what she was up against.  Because she didn’t know how much longer her body could hold on. To be continued...