I am Seven of Nine's Regeneration Alcove
by Celestia (celestia@innocent.com)
 
All right...so the "I am" stories have invaded the J/C 
world, so perhaps it's time for them to start 
conquering other worlds...so here it is, invading my 
mind and, with this story, the K/7 world.
DiSCLAiMER: I may be so deluded as to think that I am 
Seven of Nine's Regeneration Alcove, but I am not so 
deluded to think that the Trek universe is mine. Please 
take this in the light-hearted spirit in which it was 
written.
 
	Everyone seems to have this idea that, because 
I am Borg technology, I must be serious, Borg-like. Say 
everything's irrelevant. Geez, what strange ideas! Why 
would I do anything like that? Sometimes I think 
Computer Console just tells me stuff like that to get 
me mad.
	Oops! I may not be Borg in the 'irrelevant' 
respect, but I seem to have inherited their lack of 
manner. I am so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I 
am Seven of Nine's Regeneration Alcove. Yep, I 
kickstart the Borg better than the strongest cup of 
coffee ever could. (But don't tell the Captain that. 
She might disable me for insulting her coffee! That, of 
course, is only if what computer console tells me is 
true...)
	 I also get to experience Seven of Nine's 
dreams. I don't exactly know how that works. Cargo Bay 
Door spouted some technobabble about a neural link 
making this possible, but I had no idea what he was 
talking about. All I do know is how amazing her dreams 
are, and how fortunate I am. Since not many other Borg
 dream, I am one of the few Regeneration Alcoves to 
experience this phenomenon. The dreams of huge, black 
birds and nightmares of recapture by the 
Collective...but most of her other dreams, and her 
reactions to them, are confusing.
	Some nights, more often then not, she'll dream 
of a certain man. Now, not that this means much, but I have it on code of honor from Computer Console, Cargo 
Bay Door, and most of the Cargo that this man is Ensign 
Harry Kim. (It's the code of honor that may not mean 
much, the fact that the man may be Harry Kim is very 
significant.) She has fairly pleasurable dreams when 
she dreams about him. Sometimes it will be simple, like 
finally letting herself go by laughing or smiling with 
him. Once she dreamt of telling him her frustrations, 
her fears, and he let her cry on his shoulder. 
Sometimes they get more physical, like a tentative 
touching of the lips. A hug. Occasionally, Even more 
physical...which are the ones which disconcert Seven 
the most.
	That's the thing I don't get. I may not have 
inherited certain traits from the Borg, but I have 
inherited the knowledge of millions of species. So I 
know how most species would wake up from a dream like 
that. Seven wakes up breathing quickly, eyes wide, 
palms sweaty, and with a fast-beating heart, like she's 
afraid of something. Most would wake up with a happy 
smile and a contented sigh, ready to greet a new day 
after a sweet dream. I just don't understand it...
	Oh! Computer Console has been listening in to 
my thoughts (I swear, she has no algorithm for 
'polite'...) and is forwarding pertinent data. The 
couple in question is headed towards our position...we 
have visual!
	Seven and Harry are walking side by side down 
one of Voyager's many corridors.
	"I had a great time tonight, Seven."
	She stops and stares at him, eyebrow raised in 
question. "Lying under holographic stars discussing 
temporal physics is considered 'a great time'?"
	His face darkens a bit. "I think it was the 
company, Seven. Are you saying you didn't enjoy it?"
	"I enjoyed the evening, Ensi--"
	"Harry. I told you, call me Harry when we're 
off duty."
	"Harry. It was...interesting." She regarded him 
with a peculiar look in her eyes.
	"Seven? What's wron--"
	He doesn't get the chance to finish his 
sentence before it's cut off by the pressing of her 
lips against his.
	I'm taken aback. Holy crow! This is so 
unexpected! And not just because she actually kissed 
him when they have no formal relationship. It's the 
fact that this somewhat resembles a dream from last 
night...
	She finally pulls away from him. Harry's short 
of breath and extremely shocked, as I was. "S-seven?! 
What was that for?"
	"I..." I can hear the uncertainty in her voice. 
"I do not know, Harry. It just...felt right." She walks
 towards Cargo Bay Door and stops in front of him. She 
turns to Harry. "Shall I meet you tomorrow at 1900 
hours in the Holodeck to continue our discussion?"
	Harry's still shocked, but the smile on his 
face clearly shows just how much he enjoys that idea. 
"I'd love to, Seven. See you there!" He waves and walks 
off.
	Seven's just come in, and she's walking towards 
me. I can tell that she's going to regenerate now, and 
then we'll begin to dream. I know that, after that 
kiss, she'll no longer be disturbed by dreams of Harry 
Kim. And tomorrow, we'll both wake up with a cybernetic 
smile.
 
*~*FiNi*~*