Chapter 13 added on 25 Feb 2001
Disclaimers are in part 1.
Rating: R
About 2 days later...
Seven of Nine stood in front of B'Elanna's quarters, which had been her quarters until just a hour ago. A hour ago she had requested the Captain to let her regenerate in Cargo Bay 2, since her body was functioning well within normal parameters again.
She looked at the door chime, and actually started to clench her hands in anticipation, or maybe a sense of dread, of what was going to come. 'I am Borg, nervousness is irrelevant,' Seven chastised herself, and took a deep breath before finally using the doorchime.
The door swooshed open to reveal a disheveled B'Elanna Torres. "I'm supposed to sleep out today and...Seven?" B'Elanna's eyes locked with the drone's cobalt blue ones for a second before a Seven averted her gaze.
Torres swore she had seen a flicker of hurt in the those blue eyes, just before Seven had turned away. She couldn't help wonder where it had come from, or maybe she was afraid that she knew where it had come from. "Seven, when were you released from Sickbay?"
"I was released yesterday after the EMH did a few additional tests, he assured me I'm functioning within normal parameters again. Which is why I'm here, I no longer require to sleep or use other human alternative ways to keep my energy levels up. I requested the Captain to let me regenerate in Cargo Bay 2 again. I'm here to get my data PADDS, that I used to work out some new ideas to implent Borg technology."
"I see," B'Elanna said, but her mind was spinning. "How did they repair your nanoprobes?"
Seven cocked her head. She wanted this over as soon as possible but she asumed Lieutenant Torres wanted to have some idle talk, perhaps to strenghten their non-existent friendship. "The A'Scine female has worked with Borg technology before, she and the Doctor have worked out a way to kick-start my nanoprobes again. Though I do not understand how they kicked the nanoprobes, they're microscopic small," Seven said confused.
B'Elanna smiled, then looked down at her hands. "So...I guess your back to your normal Borg self then?"
"I presume you are referring to my...emotional outbursts during the time I was not functioning well? I can assure you no such thing will happen again, I did not have any control over my emotions during the time I shared your quarters," Seven explained, standing in her usual stance, hands linked by her back.
"It was okay Seven, it happens to the best. You are partly human you know?" B'Elanna smiled and tried to put her hand on Seven's shoulder as a friendly gesture.
Seven flinched however, and her eyes turned as cold as eyes. "Do not touch me."
"Seven?"
"No. You made it perfectly clear you do not want to have anything to do with the Captain's Pet. I wish to get my data PADDS, and then I will take my leave," Seven said but her voice betrayed a hint of emotion, she was trying so hard to hide.
"What?" B'Elanna stepped back shocked.
"I do not wish to repeat myself," Seven said staring at a point above B'Elanna's shoulders.
"I..okay, let me grab those PADDS."
B'Elanna was horrified, if that was the right term to describe how she felt. Horrified, and like a total jerk. Seven must have heard every single word she said to Tom in Sickbay. She flinched inwardly, not believing what she had done.
Biting her lips she fetched the last PADD and walked back to the door of her quarters. "I..," B'Elanna wanted to say something, to straighten things out or maybe to explain why she had said what she had said. But those words would not come, the only thing she could say was, "here are your PADDS Seven."
"Thank you, Lieutenant," Seven said, pulling her hand back when it came into contact with B'Elanna's, as if she had burned herself. Then she turned around and prepared to walk away from the person who had hurt her so much.
"Seven..." B'Elanna's voice rang out stopping the drone dead in her tracks. But she didn't move her head.
"Seven..I'm sorry."
"As am I, Lieutenant. But I guess that would be an illogical response coming from the Ice Queen of Voyager, am I correct?" Seven said still not looking at Torres.
'Damn, deserved that one Lanna, you dumbass.' "I didn't mean to say that, or any of those things..."
"But you did say them, why?" Seven said her voice sharp as a knife.
"I don't know," B'Elanna closed her eyes in defeat. She knew why she had said those words, she was just afraid to admit it.
"Then I do not see anything we need to discuss. Have a good day Lieutenant," Seven said continueing her stride to the turbolift.
B'Elanna watched Seven of Nine walk away, and kept watching until the figure dissapeared out of her sight. Tears ran over her face, as she shook uncontrollably under the pain she felt. She turned away from the door and let herself drop on her couch.
For a moment she was stunned, then anger flared up in her. Anger at herself and at the Borg, but no idea why she was angry at the latter, because it was all B'Elanna's fault. She grabbed one of her own PADDS and hurled it through her quarters, and she watched it smash against a wall, in a few thousand pieces.
Just like her twin hearts felt like now, smashed into a thousand pieces. And the worst part was that the only person who she was able to blame was herself. And the only person who could fix it all was she herself. But she was too much of a coward for that...
In Cargo Bay 2, Seven stood hunched over the console which gave her access to her Borg alcove. Her face was emotionless as always, as was her stance, but inside she felt like she was torn apart.
"I am Borg, Human feelings are irrelevant, I am Borg," she kept chanting. But her fists were clenching and unclenching in a very un-Borg like way.
As she finished programming her alcove to wake her up after a cycle of 8 hours, she stepped on the platform. Sighing she turned around and closed her eyes.
For a few minutes she stood there, in her normal pose, and nothing seemed to be different about the former Borg. But if you looked closely you could see a single tear once again make it's way over Seven's face. The small tear stopped at her chin, until gravity demanded it to drop down on the cold hard floor of the Cargo Bay.
Splashing into a thousand smaller pieces.
The End
At the moment when this file is uploaded, I'm still not sure wether or not to make a sequel, this was my first attempt at a fanfic ever, and I finished two other stories before I finally finished this one. I don't believe this is very good, but like I said my first attempt. I can't promise a sequel...
~Blue