Everything33

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 33

B’Elanna entered the Cargo Bay to find Neelix sitting on a cargo container and studying a PADD. Smiling at the goofy man, she said, “Hey, Neelix.”

The furry Talaxian looked up and grinned. “Hello, B’Elanna. Here to check up on Seven? I can tell you, your beauty is just fine. Not so much as a flicker of activity. No, indeed,” he continued enthusiastically.

She couldn’t help but laugh with the little alien. He was always so happy. “Good to know,” she replied with a smile. “I need to speak with her for a minute. If that’s alright?”

The garishly dressed alien stood up and needlessly dusted himself off. “Certainly. She’s your fiancée, after all,” he finished cheerily. He headed for the doors but stopped when B’Elanna called out to him.

One hand resting on her rounded tummy and the other rubbing her forehead, the little engineer asked, “If you’re headed toward the Mess Hall, could you send our kids down here? If you’re not, don’t worry about it, I’ll just call ‘em over the commsystem.”

Neelix smiled gently and said, “I was just on my way there. I’ll send them this way.” That said, he turned and left the Cargo Bay.

B’Elanna turned back to the alcoves and approached her Borg. “Hi, bang’wI,” she whispered once she stood in front of the blonde. “I miss you.” B’Elanna sighed and then began to pace slowly in front of the alcoves. “Things are getting kind of crazy around here, and I sure could use your help,” she teased wryly. The dark-skinned woman debated silently about telling her drone about the energy wave, but then decided against it. There was nothing Seven could do about it anyway, she reasoned.

Torres walked back and stood looking up at Seven. “I’m not sure if you can even hear me. Note to self: Ask Seven what regeneration is like. Anyway,” she continued with a wave of her hand, “Janeway called a family meeting. Everyone. You, me, the kids, Kathryn, and Rain. And even though you can’t participate, she wanted you to be present. I did, too. That’s why we’re having it in here. They should be here any minute.” After careful consideration, B’Elanna decided to “fess up” to her wife-to-be.

“We’re in a bit of a jam, Soch. Nothing for you to worry about, though.” B’Elanna continued to pace back and forth in front of her regenerating drone, waving her arms as she spoke. “Rain, of all people, is going to get us out of this one. Now THAT’S a story that will just HAVE to wait until you wake up. Talk about a shocker. I wish you could have seen Janeway in that staff meeting. What a total mushball! She is SOOO gone on Masters.” The little Klingon turned to the ex-Borg and whispered conspiratorially, “It was incredibly cute.”

Torres had just begun to pace again when the Cargo Bay doors opened with a mechanical hiss. Turning towards the sound, the hybrid engineer’s mouth involuntarily stretched into a grin. Her Sochlings. “Hi, guys,” she smiled in greeting. “I’m talking to your mom.” She laughed in delight at four delicately arched eyebrows. “Well? What would you call her?” she asked in jest.

In unison, all four voices stated decisively, “Seven.”

B’Elanna could only smile. Just before Seven’s surgical procedure, the children gifted the half-Klingon with the name “Ov’wI,” and B’Elanna knew they were contemplating gifting Seven with a special name, as well. Several days ago, however, after yet another fruitless discussion on possible terms, the children approached the engineer with their decision. They had decided that Seven was “perfection.” Therefore, in their eyes, her name was perfect as it was. To them, “Mom” and “Seven” were synonymous.

And B’Elanna Torres couldn’t agree more with their decision.

That topic exhausted as far as they were concerned, the Borg children opted to revisit another oft-discussed matter---talking to the regenerating Seven of Nine.

Mizoti marched, because she truly knew of no other way to walk, up to her ‘Ov’wI and stated, “It is an inefficient use of your time, ‘Ov’wI. You know she cannot hear you.”

B’Elanna crossed her arms over her chest, gave a small smirk, and waited, knowing what was coming. She was not disappointed.

“You cannot know what Seven of Nine can or cannot hear,” taunted Icheb. “While I cannot necessarily hear anyone speaking, I am aware of my surroundings whilst I regenerate, as are you,” he replied pointedly. “Can you hear when someone speaks to you?”

Mizoti tilted her head and replied haughtily, “No.”

“Enough,” ordered B’Elanna, practicing her parenting skills. Her tone was stern and had the desired affect, the children immediately ceasing their bickering. B’Elanna ended the argument by saying, “I’ll just ask her when she wakes up.”

The sound of the bay doors opening once again halted further discussion. Voyager’s largest family turned to see their Captain and Fesh`e enter with her fiancée, their FeDet`e, Janeway’s arm wrapped around the Energetic’s waist in support.

“Fesh`e!” exclaimed Rebi, running up to the auburn-haired leader. After Seven of Nine, she was his favorite human.

Janeway smiled down at the boy and ruffled his hair. “Hello, Rebi,” she responded. Mizoti walked up to Rain, tilted her head, raised her eyebrow in classic ‘Seven of Nine,’ and commented, “FeDet`e, you are not functioning within acceptable parameters. Are you damaged?”

Rain reached out and tapped the Norcadian child on the nose. “Something like that,” she replied with a twinkle in her emerald eyes.

Before the child could begin the inevitable inquisition, B’Elanna broke in gently to say, “Why don’t we all get comfortable…well…as comfortable as those of us who aren’t Borg can get in this room.” Her deep, brown eyes glowed in amusement towards her children as she gestured toward the hard deck plating of the dais. She inwardly sighed in exasperation as Azan and Rebi each took hold of her arms to assist her in sitting down, both boys beating Icheb by mere nanoseconds.

Janeway chuckled quietly with mirth at their over-protective attitude toward their ‘Ov’wI and their unborn “sister,” taking note of Torres’ silent consternation. She laughed outright when Icheb, having been thwarted in helping B’Elanna, hurried over to gently guide Rain onto the deck, much to the Energetic’s chagrin and embarrassment. When everyone was as settled as possible, she explained to the children, “I called this ‘family’ meeting because Voyager is in a bit of a tricky situation—with an even trickier solution. And because we’ve just recently become this ‘family,’ I wanted to get together before everything came to a head.” She did not feel the need to frighten the children by saying what she really thought---which translated into ‘in case we don’t make it out of this one.’

The Captain and family ‘matriarch’ went on to describe the energy wave to the children, leaving out how it would be Rain providing the solution. She merely wanted to express that they were united in a bond stronger than Voyager and that she thought they ought to spend a little time together before everything got ‘dicey.’

When it seemed as though Janeway didn’t quite know where to take the conversation, B’Elanna cleared her throat to get everyone’s attention. Turning to catch the eye of each of her children, Torres stated, “I want ALL of you in Sickbay when this all comes to a head.” Before the protests could even be formed into words, she raised a hand and continued emphatically, “This is absolutely NOT up for debate.” She gave a weak smile and murmured, “I can’t chance losing you guys now that I just got you.” And to prevent setting off any cortical inhibitors, the engineer joked, “Besides…Seven would NEVER forgive me.”

When the laughter died down, Rain heaved a great sigh, tossed her head toward Janeway and muttered, “Don’t suppose I could talk you into joining them in Sickbay?”

The petite redhead barked out a laugh. “No chance, sweetheart. I belong on the bridge,” she pointed out.

“And that’s something we need to address,” the Energetic whispered to herself. When Kathryn gave her a puzzled look, Rain mouthed, “Later,” to her mate. Janeway nodded but did not look pleased.

Azan walked over and snuggled up to B’Elanna. When he was comfortable, he asked, “Why Sickbay, ‘Ov’wI? Why not the Mess Hall?”

Torres tipped her head down and placed a quick kiss to the boy’s forehead, ruffled his hair, and answered, “It’s the safest place on the ship, wa’Hom. Smack-dab in the middle.”

Icheb shifted his glance from his ‘Ov’wI to Janeway, asking, “When is this to take place?”

Janeway sighed and said, “In less than 44 hours. We haven’t got much time before we need to prepare.”

That having been said, the family spent another precious thirty minutes visiting and explaining procedures for the event. Janeway and Torres were insistent that the children and Seven know exactly what was to take place, even though they were perfectly clear that none of them would be able to witness the altercation.

** ** **

It was a subdued Janeway and Masters that left the Cargo Bay first. The fiery redhead glanced over at her Energetic and asked, “Are you okay?”

Rain nodded carefully, not willing to succumb to the dizziness she felt threatening her equilibrium. “Yes, ele’mi. I’ll need to lay down soon to begin preparing.” As the women entered the turbolift, the security officer lifted an eyebrow in question upon hearing Janeway command the ‘lift to Deck 3. “Kathryn?”

The Captain wrapped an arm around the Energetic’s waist in support and placed her free hand against Rain’s stomach, rubbing softly. “There’s nothing I can do from my Ready Room that I can’t do just as well from my quarters,” came the husky-voiced reply. Kathryn looked up into the face of her love, took note of the pain and weariness showing on the beautiful countenance, and continued softly, “I just want you to have everything you need.”

Looking down into the face of her mate, Rain whispered, “I only need you, ele’mi.” She leaned down to rest her forehead against Kathryn’s, just as the ‘lift arrived at its destination. “I only need you.”

*** *** ***

24 Hours later

“Son of a Targ!! Aarrgg!” cried the frustrated half-Klingon as she heaved her tools across the expanse of Cargo Bay 2, masking the hiss of the opening doors.

“Lieutenant,” began Vorik with understated, yet typical, Vulcan patience, “perhaps you require a break?”

The two engineers were working on the last of the changes to the ship that Lt. Masters required, adapting a conduit that fed energy from the tactile interface on the Bridge to Seven’s Borg alcove in Cargo Bay 2. It took 18 hours for the Engineering teams, led by Lt. Torres, Lt. Carey, and Ensign Vorik, to adapt the Bridge, forward sensors, torpedo bays, phaser banks, and the Deflector dish to the changes needed for Rain to perform her “miracle.” The final adaptation, the one to keep Seven’s regeneration going, was the only one in which the engineers encountered difficulty. The stress was beginning to overwhelm the pregnant Chief.

B’Elanna gifted her favorite subordinate with a withering look and growled, “Not now, Vorik!”

“Yes, now!” barked a cranky Captain Janeway from just inside the Cargo Bay doors. She strode forward, eyes shooting blue-gray sparks. “Dismissed, Ensign!” she snapped at Vorik. When she heard the Cargo Bay doors close, she turned back to the Chief Engineer. “I thought we covered this already, Lieutenant!” she growled. “You—will—not—overwork—yourself! Am I understood?”

B’Elanna ran agitated hands through her hair and issued a great sigh. “Yes, Captain. I’m sorry.” She looked wearily at the Captain and quirked a brow. “Ummm…you don’t look so good yourself. If you don’t mind me saying, you don’t usually yell at me for overworking.” B’Elanna tilted her head in self-deprecation and continued with a twinkle in her eye, “For lots and LOTS of other things…but not that.”

Janeway issued her own sigh and chuckle and pulled up a piece of deck plating, sitting down heavily beside the half-Klingon. She leaned against a Borg alcove, tilted her head back, and rested her forearms on her knees. “Truthfully, B’Elanna?” When the engineer nodded, Janeway said, “I’m exhausted, my entire body aches, and I have a headache that a photon torpedo couldn’t cure.”

B’Elanna huffed out a tired-sounding laugh and leaned back beside the diminutive Captain. “I can relate.”

The two women sat in a dazed stupor, just staring off into the blackness of the Cargo Bay, momentarily lit only by the greenish glow of Seven’s alcove. B’Elanna picked at some lint covering her Starfleet-issue pants and murmured, “Other than the obvious, is something bothering you?”

Kathryn’s mouth twisted into a smile. She let her head turn wearily towards the younger woman as she reached out and grasped the hand that was nervously picking away at now non-existent lint. “I am so very glad that you and Seven have found your way to one another, B’Elanna.” Her voice husky with fatigue and emotion, she continued, “You will be very good for her and the children, I think.” She tipped her head back again and sighed, as tears filled her eyes.

B’Elanna felt a kick in the chest when she saw her fearless leader display such vulnerability. “Captain…Kathryn,” she corrected herself, “is it Rain?”

“Yes. It is,” she muttered. She closed her eyes and made a decision to use B’Elanna as a sounding board, knowing instinctively that the woman would keep her confidence. “I hurt for her, B’Elanna.”

“I know you do. I can see it,” came the soft reply, honored that the Captain would share the burden with her.

“No, I don’t think you do. I mean…I feel actual physical pain for her. I think its part of my being the mate of an Energetic.” Kathryn threw a hand in the air in confusion. “I don’t really understand it, yet.” She turned to face B’Elanna directly. “If I am experiencing high emotions…of any kind…she knows it. She feels what I feel if its strong enough.”

B’Elanna interrupted her to ask, “Can she do that with everybody?” her tone one of awe and disbelief.

Janeway chuckled. “No. I asked the same thing when she told me. No, apparently Energetics can only do that with their mates. The thing is, B’Elanna,” she looked intently at the fascinated hybrid, “Whenever Rain exerts a certain amount and type of emotion, she emits visible waves of energy. I can see it, and it’s beautiful.” Her eyes took on a distant look as she mentally recalled the picture. Her tone deepened as she continued, “When I come into contact with that energy,” she paused and gave the Klingon a wry look, “I happen to feel everything she does.” She waited for B’Elanna to realize the importance of that revelation.

B’Elanna took a second to soak up everything she was just told and then jerked her head up. “Oh! Kahless! You’re feeling all that pain and dizziness and crap that she is from this energy wave, aren’t you?”

Janeway quirked her brow and tilted her head. “Well…only when I’m touching her while her energy’s showing…so to speak.” She smiled and grimaced at the same time. “And that’s much more frequent than usual because she’s having trouble controlling it right now.” Kathryn sighed and put her head in her hands. “She’s really weak right now.”

B’Elanna put an arm around the Captain and asked, “Can she do it, Kathryn?”

Chin still in her hands, Janeway looked over to the brunette and clarified, “Save us, you mean?” At the engineer’s nod, she responded slowly with, “Yes. I have full faith in her ability to do this.”

B’Elanna caught the hesitation in Janeway’s voice. “But?”

Kathryn blew out her breath and grumbled, “I just think the risk to her is more than she’s admitting. And I’m scared,” she whispered.

Both women sat in the dim lighting and stared out into nothing, their minds occupied with thoughts of their women. After a while, Janeway shook her head slightly to remove the cobwebs of introspective thought and asked, “So…have you figured out why you’re having trouble with this adaptation?” She pointed to the alcove behind B’Elanna’s head, noticing for the first time that B’Elanna had chosen to lean up against Seven while they talked.

B’Elanna looked over to the Captain and laughed. “Yeah. About ten minutes after you walked through the door.”

Both women busted up laughing in relief.

TBC