Seven didn't have to dump the tiny man out of her phaser holster. He'd beamed himself out.

  "I shall resume my work." She informed the men. Niceties would have to wait for later. She went to work on her console when one of the sensor array technicians came in. Seven remembered interacting with her on several occasions. None of the talking they did was considered remotely friendly. Seven turned to face her.

  "How may I assist you?" She began. It was an odd sort of thing that she tried to do now that she was learning human formalities.

  "I was going to give you the sensor logs that happened during the tragic... I mean. That was recorded during the incident."

  "The exterior sensor logs are irrelevant. The incident was triggered by internal problems." Seven said coldly. Tania shrugged. Her plot had hit a stone wall.

  "Well. While I'm here. May I speak with my partners from the lab. I have a few questions." Tania was twirling her shoulder length brown hair around one finger as she kept shifting her weight back and fourth.

  She wasn't hallucinating.

  The guys were actually looking at her instead of Seven!

  Seven didn't even look away from her work to reply. "Proceed."

  Tania leaned close to the console she'd been examining since she came in. Many men aboard the ship were there. They had all come out to see her now. She felt like she was on a podium giving a speech she had so many people's attention. "Uh, Pete, Mark? Were the last logs updated before you were... shrunk?" She asked trying not to be at all like her usual self. She'd never called them by their first names before.

  Pete Sheldon thought a moment. "We entered everything in the computer, didn't it come up?"

  "Oh, I'll double check when I go back. So, how are you doing?" She asked. The two of them were in different temporary shelters, but she could look back and fourth as if browsing ripe tomatoes. All of the men fit on the small square bench top along with their houses with room to spare!

  "Doing? I suppose we're okay." Pete shrugged said looking up at her. Mark nodded too.

  "Well, if you want to come visit, I'm sure the Captain wouldn't mind visitors, right?" She smiled down at them. Her big brown eyes were expressive as she begged with her voice.

  It made no sense to the two men that knew her. The other men were looking at each other wondering what they were doing with Seven, the Ice Queen of space. Mark had always thought Tania would stick a man his size in a pencil sharpener and grind him to bits. Instead, she was warm. Her full lips pursed as if she were sorry for them.

  Suddenly Seven was behind Tania. "A visit would be appropriate." She encouraged.

  Tania was surprised.

  "You don't mind if they come and visit with me?!" She was expecting the Borg lady to refuse to even let her talk to them. Now she was allowing her to get her two friends, IF only they would agree to come?

  "So what about it guys? We could all eat in the mess hall?" She was asking Pete and Mark, but Seven suddenly came around carrying a shuttle in her hands designed to carry alot of passengers. She'd replicated a copy of a Federation planetary ferry.

  "This should be efficient. You shall all go with Lieutenant Morris. Board now." Seven held the shuttle to the edge of the work bench. The men began their trek to board it and leave their new homes. Tania could NOT believe her eyes. She was getting ALL of the men!!!

"I'll bring them back as soon as possible." Tania promised.

  "Do not bother. My work does not require their presence." She turned back to her console and entered in that the men were now attended by Tania. The brunette looked at the shuttle as if she were carrying the whole ship in her hands. She walked to the mess hall and had the current cook make them the nicest meal possible. Her smile wrapped around to her ears she was so happy.

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  B'elana awoke to her alarm. She was in a daze for a few moments as she looked around and found her comm badge to pin on. It was a daily ritual for years now. She suddenly remembered Tom and found he was no where to be found. "Tom?" She rubbed her eyes and when she opened them, there was a luxurious breakfast before her face giving off luscious smells. She looked it over in disbelief, then Tom reappeared beside the tray on her night stand.

  "Breakfast is served!" He announced. B'elana was surprised.

  "What's all of this?! The Captain would have a fit!" He'd even replicated a silver tray. It was a blatant misuse of energy. Tom shrugged.

  "I don't eat much now, and I didn't use any power to run my Captain Proton simulation. So, I guess YOU should receive the amount of power I would have used, and I KNOW you like Rhodorian eggs?" He pulled the kerchief off of the egg platter as if he were pulling the table cloth off of a table. B'elana was impressed. Tom was feeling down, but not for the count. He had a smile for her.

  "How thoughtful!" Was all she could say. She'd gone from tyrant, to loved one. B'elana would chose the latter any day. The food was scrumptious and Tom was charming as she relaxed a bit before another of the grueling long shifts. "Soooo. You're feeling okay?" She asked. He was still moving his shoulders to turn his head.

  "I'll survive." He took a corner of French toast and began eating it. It would fill him up and it was merely a crumb to B'elana. "And, I've got an idea." He was posing it as a question more than an idea. B'elana knew it may be another of his crazy ideas, like having that old wreck of a ship "Alice" aboard that nearly got him killed.

  "Oh?" She asked hoping it would not ruin the moment.

  "If we're going to stay this way, I could. Well. We could alter the controls to the Delta Flyer, and I could still pilot away missions." He suggested hopefully.

  "If anyone could fly it, you could, but what if we hit some turbulence? One little zap of radiation and..." She indicated POOF with her fingertips.

  "But I could fly until I get killed, and then someone else could fly..." He reasoned. He couldn't deny that there were always dangers in such a small ship as the Delta Flyer. It had almost killed several people already in it's short career, but it had saved several lives as well. His reasoning had gone sour. B'elana wasn't even listening to him now.

  "Here. No more talk of that. We've got a long day, and I don't WANT you to get killed. Understand?" She got up to visit her restroom and changed uniforms into a different cut that had a front over hanging panel. She took Tom and put him in the breast sash and patted him. "Better?" She asked. Tom gulped. B'elana wasn't wearing certain articles of under clothing and a few things were showing from inside her uniform top. He slid down to be held to her belly by the large flat belt tied snugly in place. Tom looked up in awe at what was filling her top so nicely.

  "Uh, I'll be okay..." He had plenty of room with her breasts holding the fabric out in an inverted teepee. He gulped again. They giggled above his head as she began to walk back to engineering. WHAT A VIEW!!!

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  Marla couldn't believe how long the complete diagnostics were taking. They were scanning the warp core at the atomic level looking for stress fractures or cracks that might lead to failure later. They had to double check all welds and patches for integrity. She was afraid that James was going to slink all the way down the front of her suit and....

  "Check the mounts as well." The beautiful Asian engineer prompted her. Marla's fingers shook. She had to reach over her head again. She bit her lower lip and reached up. She felt the slip, and just like that James was falling in the loose material around her belly. Marla quickly sat on the edge of the console and began reading off the data again as if nothing were wrong. Diandra selected a program sequence and sat beside her.

  "So... where is he now?" She asked. Her beautiful brown eyes were peering down Marla's front trying to look down her top.

  "Excuse me?!" Marla asked suddenly even more self conscious and sweating.

  "Isn't that one of the men from the Equinox?" She asked pointing at Marla's lap. There was a small squirming beneath the fabric visible to them both. Marla hadn't looked at what a large lump James made or she would have KNOWN how obvious he was.

  "I... uh..." Marla was in pain now. She would get demoted again for sure, but the raven haired engineer just smiled.

  "My Matt has been too afraid to go there, haven't you sweetie?" She talked to her cleavage, but a voice answered her that was NOT coming from a communicator.

  Marla was stunned. Of course the women were having to hide their men. With the snug fit uniforms, the hiding places were VERY limited. The tall blonde gulped as Diandra Cohen brought her man out from between her orange sized perfect breasts.

  Now it was Marla's turn to "show and tell" she had to unzip her top and reach down the front to feel for the struggling tiny man that slid so close to her crotch. He was relieved to be extracted, but still nervous about the Asian beauty looming over him like a sky scraper.

  "And he's so cute. Perhaps we could trade? I like an adventurous man!" The Asian licked her lips looking at James.

  "Uh, maybe some other time." Marla said with her cheeks redder than an Klingon torpedo. "It was an accident." She said defensively.

  "Oh. He doesn't look as if he disliked it. Do you?" She brought her exotic eyes so close to James he could practically see the scolara at the back of her eye.

  "I like Marla. I'd like to stay with her." He gulped. The engineer wasn't trying to argue. She looked at the little man in her hand.

  "It looks like you could take lessons from this man. He's not afraid of a woman." She suggested and tucked him back down between her breasts. Then with a little sigh she began to go about her routine diagnostic boards.

  Marla sighed a bit deeper. That was too close. She looked at James with real appreciation. He'd handled the situation by sticking with her. Just like they'd done on the Equinox so many times. Only, Captain Ransom was not here, and the situation was a bit different. She was warmed all over knowing how much she could count on someone. Even if they were smaller than her finger.

  "Er...Do you... want to go back?" She asked looking down at her own body again. He'd admitted that the hair idea was uncomfortable. He had to shake his head to check his senses.

  She had offered it.

  He nodded yes and looked around to make sure the other engineer wasn't watching. Marla took him in her palm and dumped him back where he'd been and zipped her uniform back up. She waited for him to quit moving and realized in his current position he didn't show up at all. She went back to her work and tried REALLY REALLY hard to think about checking the warp core components.

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