DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters of Star Trek Voyager and I am merely borrowing them for a nonprofit, entertaining story; however, the character Radical Ransom Riley (3R) does belong to me.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: (1) Tom and B’Elanna were not married and B’Elanna was never pregnant. (2) I am making up some of Klingon history; please do not be angry if I do something that contradicts in which the shows and movies have said. I am trying to fit it into how my story is going. (3) I borrowed an idea from ‘H.W.’ with her permission. I also added some stuff to it. It’s in chapter four and is said by Neelix.
WARNING: This story also contains some violence and there is one character death. It is one of the senior officers!
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
Creator of the Borg
By SavageLove
Part 1
14 years in 2 weeks
Chapter 5: Helmrat Goes Too Far
Part 1: The Mess Hall
A few hours later, Seven and B'Elanna, who was carrying both of their sleeping children, walked into B'Elanna's quarters. B'Elanna walked into the bedroom and gently laid them down on the bed before walking into the living room. Seven was already sitting on the couch with her feet up on the coffee table. B'Elanna walked over and lifted Seven's feet up before sitting down on the coffee table and placed Seven's feet in her lap. B'Elanna then took Seven's shoes off and started to massage one of her feet. Seven's head fell back and a soft moan escaped her lips.
"Feeling better, love?" B'Elanna asked, knowing that her wife's feet would be killing her after walking around for over an hour.
"Hmmm…" Seven mumbled.
"Ani?" B'Elanna asked as she continued to rub Seven's feet.
"What?" Seven asked, barely able to form a word, let alone a complete sentence at the heavenly feeling of having her feet massaged.
"Stay out of my engine room," B'Elanna said, seriously.
Seven's head snapped forward and she looked at B'Elanna before laughing softly. "That is very unlikely going to happen, my love," Seven said. "Why miss the opportunity to see you and make you look sexy at the same time?"
"Just, please, don't undermine my authority," B'Elanna said and rolled her eyes. For some reason Seven thought that when she was pissed off, she looked extremely sexy. Go figure!
Seven frowned for a moment before sitting up and placing her feet on the floor. Seven took B'Elanna's face in her hands and gently kissed her lips before pulling back, "Bella, I would never do that now. To do so would hurt your honor and I would never to that to my wife. I will respect your authority."
"Thank you love," B'Elanna said, closing her eyes as she and Seven kissed slowly.
"But I will still tell you what you do wrong," Seven added when they broke off the kiss. "Which you frequently are."
"Thank you… hey!" B'Elanna protested in ire.
Seven chuckled slightly. "You are too easy to tease, my love," Seven said softly.
B'Elanna pouted as she crawled onto the couch and curled up next to Seven, an arm thrown over the younger woman's stomach and her head on Seven's shoulder.
"Meanie!" B'Elanna whined, sticking out her lower lip in a pout.
"I only speak the truth," Seven countered.
"I know, but you're still a meanie!" B'Elanna agreed.
"If you say so," Seven said.
"Well I do," B'Elanna said, before standing up and then pulling Seven up. They went into the bedroom and got onto the bed with their kids and soon, the two women followed their children into asleep.
The next afternoon, after having transferred some of their things to the room and having been to see the doctor, the two women and two children headed to the mess hall. B'Elanna was carrying Miral and Seven was holding Katie's hand.
"Seven!" little Naomi shouted out excitedly before rushing to the blonde, but stopped just before jumping into her hero's arms. Naomi was shocked to see that Seven was pregnant and holding hands with a little girl who appeared to be her age and was clearly both Klingon and human. "Seven?"
"Hello Naomi," Seven said softly, letting Katie's hand go and pulled Naomi into a hug. Naomi, though confused, wrapped her arms around Seven and laid her head on Seven's stomach. Seven hugged Naomi gently with one arm while stroking her hair with her other hand. "Naomi." Naomi broke the hug and looked up at Seven. "Why don't we sit down and B'Elanna and I will explain. Okay?"
"Okay," Naomi agreed and led the group to the table in the back where her mother and Icheb were sitting. B'Elanna pulls a chair out for Seven, who sites down, before handing Miral to Seven.
"I'll go and get us something to eat," B'Elanna said.
"Thank you, love," Seven said, smiling, as Naomi and Sam looked at the two in surprise.
"Seven? What's going on?" Sam asked, confused at the endearment.
Seven looked at Sam and Naomi and began to explain what had happened to her and B'Elanna. Seven had just started when B'Elanna came back with a tray of food for them. Seven smiled and continued her explanation. Seven and B'Elanna traded off explaining what had happened to them as they ate their meal. What they didn't know was that their explanation was being broadcasted over the comm. system so that they would only have to explain once.
When B'Elanna had finished, they then noticed that there was utter silence in the mess hall. That is, until Naomi said, "So you and Seven are married, Lt. Torres? And Miral, Katie and the unborn baby are your kids?"
"That is true Spike. But me and Seven also consider Icheb as our son," B'Elanna answered.
Naomi nodded and looked at Katie and smiled. At her Naomi got up and walked around to Katie and held out her hand.
"Hi, I'm Naomi Wildman. It is nice to meet you," Naomi said, politely as Katie took her hand.
"Hi, I'm Kathryn Torres. It is a pleasure to have met my mama's bestfriend," Katie said, smiling widely.
Naomi blushed.
Naomi and Katie began to excitedly talk as Naomi described her Flotter program as Icheb stood up and walked around the table. He sat down and gently laid a hand on Seven's arm.
"I think of you as my mother, Seven, I have for some time. I love you, mom," Icheb said softly.
He was sitting next to Seven and the look of love in his eyes nearly broke her heart when she though of his birthmother and what she had done to him. Seven smiled and gently stroked his cheek.
"I love you also, my son," Seven said tenderly.
B'Elanna smiled brightly at the scene just as Miral, who was still in Seven's arms, looked from Seven and Icheb, before leaning towards Icheb and holding out her arms. Icheb responded immediately and took her into his arms. Miral curled into a small ball and fell asleep in his arms. Seven and B'Elanna smiled at them. Miral rarely went to someone so easily and it looked like Icheb was going to have a little four year old following him around like a puppy.
Then, just as Sam Wildman was about to comment, a loud and annoying voice boomed out, "Well, well, well… Look what we have here. The Drone/half-Klingon mutt family." Tom Paris walked up to the family and stood in front of B'Elanna. Unknown to Tom, the comm. system was still broadcasting all over the ship. "I demand my right to B'Elanna. It says in the Klingon customs that since I was with her first, I have the right to challenge you, Seven."
Everyone in the room gasped. It was a well known fact that Tom had cheated on B'Elanna repeatedly with holograms and ensigns from the lower decks. Everyone had been happy that B'Elanna had finally come to her senses and dumped the childish helmrat boy.
Naomi and Katie had stopped talking and were looking at Tom like he was crazy. The two girls quickly walked over to Icheb and hid behind him.
Seven stood up, and turned to face Tom. She did not feel comfortable sitting down when she was being challenged by the helmrat. Not only that, but she wanted to rip his head off. She might be a serene pregnant woman, but she did get mad and when she did, you would not like it.
"You're going to challenge a pregnant woman to a death match?" an ensign from engineering demanded. His name was Turkic Forlk. His father was best friends with a male Klingon and Turkic grew up learning about Klingon customs.
That seemed to make Tom pause.
"Ensign Paris, you are mistaken," Seven began, stepping in front of B'Elanna. "You have no claim on B'Elanna because you dishonored her with you actions and you have no reason to challenge me. Not only that, but even if I accepted your challenge, you wouldn't win and even if you did, B'Elanna would never want to go back to you."
Enraged Tom reacted with out thinking and punched Seven hard in the stomach and then shoved Seven down to the floor. Seven was so surprised, she didn't even defend herself. Seven hit the floor, landing hard on her stomach. Tom was quickly restrained by Turkic as B'Elanna and Sam bent down to examine the crying Seven.
"The baby," Seven gasped out, clutching her stomach.
"Mama!" Katie cried out as Naomi cried, "Seven!"
"We can't use the transporters this late in her pregnancy. I'll have to carry her," B'Elanna said, as she turned Seven onto her back.
"I'll come with you," Sam said, who was also the Doctor's assistant. "Icheb, watch the kids."
"I will," Icheb promised as B'Elanna lifted Seven into her arms and ran from the room with Sam following behind her. They heard Sam contact the Doctor as they ran for sickbay. Everyone in the mess hall turned to look angrily at Tom Paris who was struggling to get out of Turkic's arms.
"Icheb, take the kids to the holodeck," Turkic ordered.
"Yes sir," Icheb said and ushered Naomi and Katie out of the mess hall while he carried Miral.
Lt. Carey tapped his badge and called for Tuvok to come down to the mess hall.
"Do you have any idea what you have done? You punched a pregnant woman in the stomach and then pushed her to the ground, causing her to land on her stomach! Seven and the baby could die you moron!" Turkic shouted. "You are a goddamned assistant doctor and you should know better!"
Tom deflated as everyone one in the mess hall agreed out loud with Turkic. He realized that this was his biggest mistake ever and he knew that he wouldn't be able to get out of it with his boyish charms. Tom lifted his head when he heard the mess hall doors open. He saw the Captain and Tuvok walk into the mess hall.
Part 2: The Bridge
Captain Janeway smiled at Chakotay as Seven finished her story.
"Well, I guess I better bring up the adoption papers for Seven and B'Elanna to adopt Icheb," Chakotay said, after Seven and Icheb confessed that their relationship was of mother and son.
Captain Janeway was about to ask the computer to stop the ship-wide announcement, when she heard Tom say, "Well, well, well… Look what we have here. The Drone/half-Klingon mutt family. I demand my right to B'Elanna. It says in the Klingon customs that since I was with her first, I have the right to challenge you, Seven."
Everyone on the bridge heard the people in the mess hall gasp in shock. Chakotay and the Captain looked at each other in shock as an unknown person asked, "You're going to challenge a pregnant woman to a death match?"
Tal Celes looked at the Captain from her position at the helm, her mouth opening and closing in shock. Then they all heard Seven speak.
"Ensign Paris, you are mistaken. You have no claim on B'Elanna because you dishonored her with you actions and you have no reason to challenge me. Not only that, but even if I accepted your challenge, you wouldn't win and even if you did, B'Elanna would never want to go back to you," Seven said calmly, though the bridge crew could hear the underlying tension in her tone.
They then heard someone fall to the ground and cry out in pain.
"The baby," Seven gasped out.
"Mama!" Katie cried out as Naomi cried, "Seven!"
"We can't use the transporters this late in her pregnancy. I'll have to carry her," B'Elanna said.
"Computer, end ship-wide announcement!" the Captain barked and the comm. went dead.
"Lt. Carey to Lt. Tuvok."
Tuvok tapped his comm. badge. "Tuvok here."
"Sir, there has been an altercation in the mess hall. Ensign Pairs hit Seven in the stomach and then pushed her down and she landing on her stomach. Ensign Turkic has Ensign Paris in custody," Carey said.
"I see. I am on my way. Tuvok out," Tuvok said.
"Chakotay, you have the bridge. Tom has gone to far this time," Captain Janeway said, getting up and headed for the turbolift. "Come on Tuvok."
"Aye Captain."
Captain Janeway stalked into the mess hall with Tuvok trailing behind her. Both of them saw Tom being held captive in a man's arms. Tom actually looked scared.
"Ensign Paris," Captain Janeway growled out. "You are herby under arrest for assault on a member of this crew and for assault on a child. You will be taken to the brig while I wait for the Doctor to tell me what has happened. Then, you will be brought to trial for your crimes. Do you understand?"
Tom could not say anything, the only thing that he could do was nod.
"Good. Tuvok, take him to the brig and I want you to guard him yourself. I don't want anyone killing him before his trial, because it looks like many people want to," Captain Janeway said.
Tom looked around the mess hall. Everyone looked like they wanted to cut him up into little pieces. He even saw a few of his friends who hated Seven with a passion looking at him like they wanted to kill him. Tom lowered his head as Turkic released him and Tuvok cuffed his hands behind his back. Tuvok and Tom were beamed to the brig.
Captain Janeway took in a deep breath and looked around the room before she stalked out of the mess hall.
Part 3: Premature Labor
As Sam followed the running B'Elanna, she tapped her comm. badge.
"Wildman to the Doctor," Sam said.
"Doctor here."
"Doctor, Seven has been hurt. Tom punched her in the stomach and pushed her to the ground. She landed on her stomach. B'Elanna and I are on our way to sickbay," Sam said.
A pause
"Alright, I'll have everything ready for when you get here. Hurry. Doctor out."
As soon as B'Elanna and Sam entered sickbay, the Doctor began giving orders.
"B'Elanna, put Seven on the bed. Sam, go scrub up, quickly," the Doctor ordered.
B'Elanna quickly put seven onto the biobed and the Doctor quickly scanned her.
"What's happening?" B'Elanna demanded.
"She's gone into premature labor. What Tom had done has forced Seven's water to break and the baby is coming now," the Doctor said as Sam came up to him.
As the Doctor and Sam prepared Seven, B'Elanna got up onto the biobed and helped Seven to half sit up. B'Elanna whispered soothing words in Seven's ear and stroked her stomach as Seven grasped her legs in a tight grip.
"It's okay Annika. Its okay, I've got you. You can do it, baby. Shh…I know it hurts, I know. Calm down, my love, calm down and relax. It won't hurt as much," B'Elanna whispered into Seven's ear.
Seven leaned back against B'Elanna as she winced slightly from the contractions. Seven began to take deep breaths and tried to calm down. Over the tense time, B'Elanna spoke soothingly to Seven as the Doctor and Sam tried to coax the baby out of Seven.
Finally after a half an hour, a tiny baby girl slipped out of Seven and into Sam's hands. Sam gently cradled the baby in her arms as the Doctor cut the cord and cleaned her nose.
"You have a baby girl," Sam said, as Seven leaned back against B'Elanna, tired from the labor, not because it was long, but because of how it happened.
B'Elanna grinned as she pressed kisses to the top of Seven's head. "Good job, my love," B'Elanna whispered.
As Sam took the baby to the side of the room to clean her up and do the necessary paper work for newborns, the Doctor scanned Seven. The Doctor frowned but quickly made his face neutral before he healed Seven with a dermal regenerator. Just as the Doctor finished, Sam came over with the tiny baby wrapped in a blanket. Sam handed Seven the baby, who readily took the baby in her arms and led the tiny mouth to her nipple. Seven and B'Elanna studied their child as the Doctor and Sam talked quietly in the Doctor's office. The baby had mocha skin, deep blue eyes, and light blondish brown and forehead ridges.
"What are we going to name her?" B'Elanna asked.
"How about Rebecca? I have always found that name to be beautiful," Seven said, looking at the newborn suckling at her nipple.
Part 4: Trial
An hour after Rebecca's birth, Captain Janeway, Chakotay and Tuvok had been called and asked to come to sickbay. Both Captain Janeway and Chakotay had sighed with relief that Seven and the baby were okay. B'Elanna was sitting behind Seven with Seven between her legs as Seven cooed to the sleeping baby.
"Well, why did you call us down?" Captain Janeway asked.
"To put it bluntly, if Seven had been a normal human, meaning, with out her Borg enhancements, the punch to her stomach and the push to the ground would have killed her and the baby before B'Elanna could even get her here. The only reason she is alive is because of her Borg implants and nanoprobes. And, while the baby is fine and in perfect health, I would advise against Seven from trying to get pregnant again because there was some damage in Seven's womb. There is a ninety percent chance that Seven would die the next time because there was some damage that neither I nor the probes could repair," the Doctor said.
Seven gasped in shock and clutched Rebecca closer to her as B'Elanna held Seven to her body.
"Captain, I want to charge the helmrat… I mean Tom with—" B'Elanna started but the Captain interrupted.
"Don't worry; he isn't getting way this time. All of the things that he has done over the years can't even begin to compare to what he had done now. Don't worry, he'll be tried for the worst possible sentence," Captain Janeway said.
Three days later, Captain Janeway, Chakotay, Tuvok, Neelix and Harry were sitting at the Senior Conference table where the trial of Tom Paris was going to take place. Tom Paris was sitting at the end facing the table the five of the senior officers sat. This trial was being broadcasted to the public, not only to show justice, but to show that the Captain might be lax, but she will punish harshly for any serious wrong doing. Seven and B'Elanna had been told that they were not allowed in because they wanted no interruptions and no… bloodshed.
"Ensign Thomas Eugene Paris, you are accused of assaulting a crew member, and not just any crew member, but an eight month pregnant crew member. You are being charged with attempted murder of Seven of Nine and attempted murder of an unborn child. You are also being charged with lesser counts; poor conduct becoming a senior officer, and discrimination," Captain Janeway said calmly, her command mask completely down. "How do you plead?"
"Not guilty," Tom Paris said, sitting up straight, looking ahead.
Everyone gasped at that.
"Why do you plead not guilty?" Chakotay asked.
"I had no attention of killing Seven of Nine. My actions were crimes of passion. I was pushed beyond the breaking point and acted without thought. I was upset to find out that B'Elanna had gotten married and I wanted to protest their union because I had high hopes to get back with B'Elanna after her away mission. I acted on my passions and I ask for a lesser charge and reduced sentence," Tom said, arrogantly.
"Denied," Captain Janeway said.
"Not only did I, the Captain, Tuvok, Neelix and Harry hear what had been said, but so did all of the ship. Every single person in the mess hall that day has come forward in the two days before the trial and told me and the Captain what they saw. They even had detailed reports on it," Chakotay said, sharply.
"The Doctor gave us a report saying that if Seven of Nine had not had Borg implants and enhancements; she would have died from what you had done to her. Not only would she have died, but her unborn child would have died to. You are a nurse, you should have known what you actions would cause," Harry said, rage and anger underlying his tone.
"The five of us have reviewed the reports and the recorded interviews. Then we reviewed your personal file and all of your 'black marks'. It has been decided that since most of us are not completely impartial, you will be kept in stasis until our next transmission with Starfleet in three weeks and they will decide your fate," Tuvok said.
Tom's jaw clenched. "But you need me. I am the best pilot on the ship and with out me, Voyager will not be able to get out of the jams that we get into," Tom pointed out.
"That is not true. Ensign Tal Celes is an excellent pilot. She has even scored higher than you, but had requested to be put in Astrometrics because that is her interests. Not only that, but there are many people on board who have the ability to learn how to pilot just as, if not better than, you," Tuvok said.
Tom clenched his jaw tighter. "I am also the assistant doctor. What if you have an emergency? You'll need me," Tom pointed out. He was truly now grasping at straws.
"That's not true," Neelix objected. "Ensign Samantha Wildman and a few others are also learning from the Doctor. Ensign Corey McDonald is going to become the Doctor's full time assistant and when she is ready she will be the co-doctor with the Doctor for those females who wish that their doctor was female and for when the Doctor is forced to be offline."
"Mr. Paris, you will be escorted to sickbay by Lt. Tuvok where you will be put into stasis by the Doctor," Captain Janeway said, trying to bring this trial to an end.
"May I ask why I am being put into stasis and not the brig?" Tom asked.
"For one, stasis is not as much of a drain on resources as the brig is. Second, it is for your protection. Many of the crew is very angry with you and we would not want you to be killed before Starfleet can decide on your punishment," Chakotay replied.
Tom gulped as he paled. "Okay," Tom squeaked.
"Tuvok," Captain Janeway ordered.
Tuvok stood up and walked over to Tom who also stood up. Tuvok then cuffed him and led him out of the room as Captain Janeway ordered for the feed to stop. Captain Janeway looked at her first officer as she slumped in her seat. They both hoped that Starfleet has an answer for them about what to do with Tom in six weeks.