Susan was lying on her bed writhing in pleasure. "So why did you come back?" She asked Neelix who was no where to be seen. She was in her bed with the covers pulled up.

  Neelix's soft voice had lost the confusion. He was back in the happy mode. At least he had something to do to occupy his time.

  "I suppose I can relate to your jealousy." He said with a labored voice. He sounded as if he was working very hard at whatever it was he was doing.

  "Should I be offended?" She asked with a careless tone. Even if he was being offensive, she didn't care. His work was going VERY well.

  "It's not a shame to be jealous. Just a shame if you handle it wrong." He said going back to work even harder than before. She began licking her lips and thrust her head back in her pillow. The Telaxian had proven himself "worthy" of her favors with his talents. She panted to recovery and finally pulled Neelix from beneath the covers to inspect him.

  "Are you okay?" She asked. He was motionless.

  "Of course, just tired. I'd like to go back to the Wildman's and get a nap." He assured. Susan looked at her chronometer.

  "I have to go back on duty in ten minutes. Are you sure you wouldn't like a favor in return?" She asked with a soft whisper. Neelix hadn't expected any reciprocation, but just relaxed as she did what she offered. He was EXTREMELY pleased that of what she was doing. It had been a LONG time for him. It was like rain in the desert to feel that way again. And Susan's giant lips hurried the process along nicely.

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  B'elana was scared. Sweat dripped from her forehead despite the cool air in the Borg collective. Seven didn't seem to be fretting a bit. But the Queen was acting very peculiar. Tuvok was trying his best to remain calm as there was nothing much for him to do. He'd brought the computer monitor he'd replicated earlier. He was monitoring the process and seeing the scientific aspect of it. But to his way of reasoning, it was almost "voodoo" as well. The idea that living tissue and technology could shrink or grow a human was beyond the realm of logic. He monitored anyway.

  The Queen went back into her cubicle and removed her legs to tap into the computer with her spine. Her REAL flesh was now interfacing with the phony drones programmed to act as real ones. Suddenly the computer chimed.

  "Warning. Illegal transmission." It warned. Seven looked at the Queen as if dismayed.

  "Computer. Locate source of transmission."

  "Borg telemetry open on holodeck two." The klaxons outside the holodeck sounded as well.

  "You must cease communications with the Borg!" Seven drew her phaser again. The Queen didn't respond as she stayed in a suspended state. Seven tried to shut her down using her console. It didn't work.

  "COMPUTER! END PROGRAM!" B'elana yelled as she saw the telemetry pass her console. She was transmitting to the real Queen! The holodeck froze, then fizzled and disappeared. The Queen they'd created fell to the floor with a crash, her legs lying next to her unconscious body. Seven's heart was thundering in her chest with adrenaline.

  She approached the dormant Queen and was ready to destroy her.

  The Queen finally stirred and looked around confused.

  She'd downloaded terra quads of information from the collective. Information that Voyager didn't have on the Borg. "What is wrong?" She finally asked.

  Seven was too scared to be angry.

  "Inform the Captain of what has happened." Seven asked B'elana. The half Klingon beauty found that Janeway was already off of Voyager on a mission. She gulped. They were in charge. They were the senior officers while the Captain was gone. They watched the Queen pull herself together so that she could stand again. The Queen got up after her motorized legs whizzed into position.

  "You required information, I have the information you need." She was smug about it. Seven wasn't convinced.

  "You communicated with the Borg."

  "It was necessary." The Queen said defensively. Suddenly another volley of warnings came.

  "Fisher to Torres and Seven of Nine. We need you on the bridge!" The whole ship announcement came. A young ensign that knew hardly anything about flying the ship was at the helm and didn't know how to use the comm gear efficiently. She was panicking. They had no choice but to bring the Borg Queen along to the bridge. There was no time to try and stash her in lock up.

  Tuvok had to yell to get Seven's attention. The busy beauty had hoped the B'elana would take care of him, but the perky half Klingon was already headed down the hall.

  "You should beam yourself to safety." Seven said curtly. B'elana was with the queen in tow half way to the turbo lift.

  "Janeway's orders. I shall accompany you." He came forward and asked the computer to beam himself onto Seven's hand.

  Seven was surprised. "I shall replicate a shuttle for you to ride in..." She began. Having a man in her hand was uncomfortable at best.

  "There is no time. To the bridge!" Tuvok urged her. Seven started walking down the corridor after the other two. Other crew women were scurrying to their posts all around them. Somehow it reminded Seven of the collective. There was a Borg queen right in front of them, and since she wasn't identified as an enemy, the others ignored her.

  Just like the Borg.

  Were humans and Borg really that close?

  In the turbo lift Seven realized Tuvok was still in her hand. It must be very uncomfortable, and even worse, her hand was sweating at the heat of the situation clamped the very fiber of her being. She was thinking about putting him in her holster and carrying her phaser. B'elana noticed Seven's distress.

  "Here." The half Klingon indicated where Tom was down her top. Seven's eyebrows rose.

  "Mr. Paris has been here the whole time?" Seven could now see a small lump that was his outline against the material.

  "Most of it, he can transport if he needs to." B'elana was trying to help Seven out. "Just put him..." She mimicked putting something down her neck line.

  Seven wasn't opposed to the suggestion.

  She reached out and pulled open B'elana's top to put Tuvok in.

  "NO! NOT ME!" B'elana pulled away. Seven was surprised at her misinterpretation. Then she hesitantly pulled open her own top and let go of Tuvok. He slid down and lodged between her skin and the tight fabric of Seven's uniform.

  B'elana scoffed. It looked like Seven had a medical scanner growing out of her upper chest.

  "Here!" B'elana began tugging at the tight material giving Tuvok room to slide further down until he was concealed in the valley between her breasts. Seven was embarrassed to say the least.

  She'd glimpsed B'elana's breasts for the first time, and now the half Klingon beauty was touching her breasts.

  B'elana's fingers were surprisingly gentle, but she was a strong woman who was tugging at Seven's tight uniform like a finicky mother.

  Now they both had to act like it never happened as the Turbo lift doors opened. The Queen had never even turned around to watch. As they strode onto the bridge, Seven was horrified. Both by the sight of the three Borg ships attacking, and by the tiny Vulcan now sliding around between her breasts.

  He was trying to stay in an upright position, but it was inadvertently "stimulating" her having his arms and legs touch her there. Her cheeks burned as two nubs appeared in her uniform front that weren't usually never there.

  They had arrived in the nick of time, and it was as bad as they'd anticipated. A Borg cube had come out of sub space right in front of Voyager. It was already on top of them and within firing range. It was BIGGER than the usual cube, and there were two spheres coming up on either side of it. The real Borg Queen wasn't taking any chances with Voyager getting away this time. Seven gulped as her worst nightmare materialized right before her eyes, and it was all her fault.

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(trumpets tooting Voyager theme. beer commercial, Sprint 1000 commercial with Sela Ward taking off her clothes and calypso dancing as she grows to 1000 feet tall in a city scape, pop tart commercial with girl using remote to freeze the dog and shrink her brother)

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