DISCLAIMER: Star Trek, Star Trek Voyager, and Characters, are property of Paramount. I am not making a profit on this story.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is set right after Voyager's return to the Alpha Quadrant. Background sources used are Voyager T.V. episodes 'Threshold', 'Omega Directives' 'Pathfinder' and 'Think Tank'. Many other episodes have facts taken from them, but the above are the main ones. Especially important is 'Threshold' and 'Think Tank' if you want to do a background search. Other background information for Kathryn Janeway can be found in 'Mosaic.' Other sources are DS9 episode 'Rejoined' and DS9 novels Chapter Six. Any scientific references to genetics is pure creation from my warped brain.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.

Distant Echo
By Cygirl1

BOOK THREE

Chapter One

Day One

Janeway felt as if she had been blown out an airlock. She went to Admiral Paris' office right after viewing the information and doing some preliminary research in Starfleet's medical base. She just marched into his office, had his aide inform him that this was an emergency, and would need his immediate attention. Paris viewed the information and was aghast. If the evidence was borne out, this was his Granddaughter. They would meet with Dr. S'Tren and have her analyze the information received. He would break the news to Tom, a duty he was not looking forward to. He assured Janeway he would do all in his power to bring the child to the Alpha Quadrant. After meeting with Dr. S'Tren, and presenting her with the evidence to analyze, Paris advised Janeway to take the rest of the day off. Nothing more could be done, and he was leaving to inform Tom. Janeway decided she would go home and inform her family. She needed them to help her through this. She also knew this would be like a photon torpedo blast to her family. Moreover, this would have an impact on her and Seven's relationship. In what ways, she did not know. This last fact had her feeling a little uncertain and worried.

Seven was updating Starfleet's data on the Borg when she heard Kathryn's Starfleet issue aero car arrive. It was obvious when Kathryn walked through the door that she was deeply distressed. She walked right into Seven's arms and hugged her close, laying her head on Seven's shoulder. Her voice was shaky. "I…Please darling just hold me."

Seven led her to the couch and sat with her, pulling her close again. "Kathryn, you are distressed."

Kathryn took several ragged breaths. "I don't know where to begin, or what to say. It's just so…so…unbelievable."

Seven pushed her back slightly, her hands holding Kathryn's shoulders. "Kathryn?"

She looked into Seven's eyes, her voice strained. "I may have a daughter."

Seven's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"At least, there is a good possibility I do."

"Explain."

"I don't know where to start. Where's Mom and Phoebe? They need to hear this. I don't think I can repeat it but once."

Kathryn waited until her mother and sister had joined them in the living room before she informed them what had occurred. Kathryn had asked not to be interrupted while relaying the information. "That is all I can tell you. Tomorrow Admiral Paris, Tom, and I will have a conference. By then Dr. S'Tren should have some answers on the genetic information Neelix obtained from his doctor."

Seven firmly stated, "I will go with you."

"Thank you darling. I would like that."

Gretchen stated, "Kathryn, I will go too." Phoebe also volunteered. "Thanks Mom, Phoebe."

Gretchen asked, "You say that Neelix actually met the girl face to face?"

"Yes. He states she is quiet, but inquisitive, and seems to be intelligent. He thinks she has more of a resemblance to me than Tom. I must agree. From the images sent to me, I can say, without a doubt, she is a Janeway. Phoebe, she favors you except for the dark red hair. Owen Paris stated his mother had the same color when younger. She is an attractive young woman."

"Nova, Sis. What's her name?"

Kathryn grimaced slightly, "I don't know if she has one. She apparently goes by the name, 'Sprout'. I can't imagine anyone choosing that name except as a nickname. No other name was mentioned in the information I received." There was silence for a moment and Janeway continued. "I just can't wrap my mind around this just yet. I had the computer immediately do an analysis of her genetic scan and correlate with all known genetic scans in the Federation's Genetic Registry to see if it would match any human DNA in our banks as possible parents. Two names came up as a 100 certainty for parents. Tom Paris' and mine. My gut feeling is this is not a hoax. I believe that Kurros' story of finding our…evolved offspring is possible. There is no other explanation. It appears they were somehow able to break into Voyager's computer files and download the daily logs. They would have had to in order to find the location of the planet where our…ah, offspring resided. How much more was downloaded I'm not sure. I strongly suspect that the medical records of the crew and me were also obtained. How they managed to do this, I have no idea. The method used in de-evolving her DNA appears to be scientifically possible. We should know more tomorrow. My only fear is if she truly is my daughter, how we get her here."

Seven drew Kathryn against her. "Kathryn, we will find a way. I am Borg. Failure is not an option."

"Oh darling, I have no doubt that you can bring her here."

Kathryn then excused herself to go and rest. She had a horrible headache, and needed to take something for it. Seven went to the bedroom with her and pulled the blinds to darken the room. Kathryn had removed her uniform and slipped between the covers, Seven bent over and kissed her on the forehead. "Do you require anything?"

"No, darling. I just need to be alone for a little while."

"Very well. I will return later to assess your condition." Later, Seven returned to inquire if Kathryn would like her to bring supper. Kathryn refused, stating she was not hungry.

When Seven retired for the night, Kathryn was not in the room. She went down the hall to the bathroom, but it was empty. She noted a light coming from beneath the door from what was once Kathryn's father's office. Seven knocked and rather than wait for an answer, entered the room. Kathryn was on the computer doing research. "Kathryn?"

She did not raise her eyes from the computer screen. "I couldn't rest. Might as well spend time doing something constructive. You go on to bed, and I will join you later."

Seven hesitated, "Very well. "

Kathryn did not retire until the wee hours of the morning. Sleep eluded her as her thoughts raced over and over on the possible scenarios that could happen. She felt Seven turn and reach her right arm around her waist and pull her close. "We will succeed in bringing your daughter home, Kathryn."

"Oh darling, you know he will demand a ransom payment. I'm worried that it may be something I am unable to provide. And no, Love, he is not getting you. When we have her, what then? I have no idea how to be a mother, especially to a teenager. I'm not sure I want the responsibility of motherhood. I don't know her. What if I don't like her? What if she hates me? How will she adjust? After all, she has only been aware for three years at most. She will have problems, and I don't know how to deal with them Then there is us. It hardly seems fair to you. She will impact our relationship in ways we can't even foresee."

Seven nuzzled her left ear. "I will adapt. I was in a similar situation when you severed me from the Borg. You guided my return to humanity. She will not only have you, but she will have Gretchen, Phoebe and me. She will have Tom and his family. Do not fear, Kathryn. She will adapt. Now you must sleep to be sufficiently rested for tomorrow's meeting."

Kathryn sighed and closed her eyes. "I love you, so very much. Having you here with me makes it all better."

"I love you, Kathryn. I would not want to be anywhere else but here with you."

Kathryn smiled and closed her eyes. Feeling a lot more positive about the future, she did manage to sleep fitfully for the next few hours. But the worries would not go away and haunted what few dreams she had. One positive she knew. Seven would not give up until they found a way to get her daughter home. The rest could wait until she was actually here.

Chapter Two

Day Two

"You're telling me that the girl is my daughter?"

Dr. S'Tren, her dark Vulcan features remaining passive, nodded. "Admiral Janeway; with the genetic evidence presented I have concluded she is your and Lieutenant Paris' child. I would have preferred to take the genetic samples from the subject myself. Since this is impossible, I can only analyze the data sent by Dr. Podda. We also ran simulations on the method used to de-evolve her DNA to produce her current state. The results are inconclusive due to the unavailability of the enzyme employed to act as a catalyst, but it is the opinion of my colleagues that this method is feasible."

Janeway sat ashen faced, her mouth in a tight line. "How will I…we... ever be able to get her here, with us, where she belongs?"

Seven took her left hand, held it in both of hers, and leaned close, whispering. "Kathryn, I will find a way to bring her to you."

Gretchen and Phoebe were on the other side of Janeway, both with somber faces. Across the conference table, Tom groaned and hid his face in his hands. "God, if these…monsters have harmed her, I'll…"

B'Elanna placed her hand on his back to comfort him, his mother, Rachel, telling him it would be all right. Admiral Paris sat stony faced. "I will assign a team and resources to assist us in getting her here. I will contact Lieutenant Barclay to head the team. He is currently working on a project to use Pathfinder and the Midas Array to create a larger wormhole." He turned to the middle-aged Vulcan doctor. "Thank you Dr. S'Tren. We may need you again. I will contact you if we do."

"I will do what I can to assist you."

Seven requested, "Admiral Paris, I have extensive knowledge, as does B'Elanna, in working with transwarp technology and singularities. I believe we can assist Lieutenant Barclay."

B'Elanna spoke up, "Seven is right. I will do anything I can to help."

Admiral Paris considered their request for a moment. "I see no reason why both of you cannot assist Lieutenant Barclay. We will, of course, need to bring the other Admirals into this. I'm sorry, Tom, Kathryn; I know we wanted to keep this quiet. Under the circumstances that may not be possible."

Kathryn inclined her head, "No, I suppose not. With your permission, Admiral Paris, I would like to extend my 5-minute time allotted to contact Neelix to a longer session. I want to converse with Kurros as soon as possible. He may have a way to get from the Delta to the Alpha Quadrant in a manner of days, even hours. "

Tom interjected, "Admiral Janeway, I would like to be there when you do."

Janeway studied him across the room. ' He is the child's father.' "Of course Tom. However, when we are with family as we are now, call me Kathryn."

Tom wryly replied, "Yeah, it would seem strange calling the mother of my oldest daughter, Admiral, when not on duty."

There was subdued laughter around the table. Admiral Paris cleared his throat. "Same here. Call me Owen. I will call an emergency meeting to commence as soon as possible. I know this is a difficult time…for all of us. The girl is my granddaughter. Let us not forget, through her, we are now family. I believe that if we work together as a family, she will be with us very soon.

Shortly after their conference adjourned, Janeway was called for an emergency meeting with the rest of Starfleet Admiralty. All were sympathetic. However, only a few resources could be allocated. Starfleet was still in a state of being rebuilt and could not spare as much as Paris and Janeway would have liked. Lieutenant Barclay was to be temporarily assigned to the project. Admiral Sylvanus and Admiral Nechayev were reluctant to allow Seven of Nine on the project. The excuse they used was her civilian status. However, Janeway knew it was because she was once Borg. Janeway vowed to resign as Admiral and assured them that Seven would no longer provide the vast store of information on the Borg. Admiral Paris hinted at past favors due: The old 'you scratch my back I'll scratch yours.' It was then agreed by all present that Seven of Nine and B'Elanna Torres-Paris would be assigned to Lieutenant Barclay's team. Katherine was allotted 12 minutes on the Array. The Midas Array/Pathfinder could only be utilized every 32 days due to the power source. This was a cyclic pulsar. Every 32 days the pulsar produced the gravimetric energy needed. They would have to wait another 30 days to make contact with Neelix. Seven and B'Elanna would begin the next day working with Barclay and his team.

Admiral Paris then suggested that Janeway take the next few days to get some much-needed rest. She had not had much sleep for the past two days, since she had examined the information received. But she stated that she intended to come to work and do as much as she could to keep herself busy for the next thirty days. In addition, see if she could not devise a plan they could use as well as research any current wormhole experiments in the Alpha Quadrant that could be used. Admiral Paris informed her that a Trill scientist, Dr. Lenara Kahn, had been working on producing an artificial wormhole several years with some limited success. Seven stated she would be interested in reviewing Kahn's work. f needed, Janeway would contact the scientist through the Trill Ministry of Science and arrange a conference between her and Barclay's team. If the research looked promising, perhaps even arrange for her to travel to Starfleet headquarters to consult with the team. She also wanted to meet privately with Tom to discuss some issues concerning custody and possible problems involved with their daughter's transition to what would be a traumatic life change for her. They would need to have support mechanisms in place. This would have a great impact on not only the child but also the two families involved. Janeway knew she was fortunate to have a supportive family and mate. She knew this was not going to be an easy time for all concerned. Her one fear was failing to get her daughter from Kurros. This she was not prepared to accept.

Seven was concerned for Kathryn's health, both physically and emotionally. She had failed to sleep last night and had not consumed enough nutriment during the day. On the way home from the conference, she was distant and silent. Seven had hopes that tonight Kathryn would get the sleep she needed and wake up with an appetite. She would be diligent and make sure Kathryn got the care she needed.

Janeway was bathed and in bed trying to get comfortable. She was irritated as Seven was not in the bedroom waiting for her. She felt a need to be held and told everything would be all right. Her mind was plagued by myriad questions. 'I'm afraid it will take years to find a way to reach her. What if we do reach her and it turns out to be a hoax? What if we do bring her here: I have no experience or desire to be a mother. What if she hates me?' She could not make her mind shut off.

Seven came in and shut the door behind her. She sat on the bed by Janeway, holding a glass and a plate with a grilled cheese sandwich and a brownie. "Kathryn, I require you to set up and consume the nutrients I have brought you."

"I'm not hungry."

"Irrelevant. You have not met your nutritional needs for the day."

Kathryn snapped, "What part of NO don't you understand?"

Seven lifted her left eyebrow in amusement. "I comprehend the meaning of NO, Kathryn. What part of 'resistance is futile' do you not comprehend?"

Kathryn pulled the covers over her head. Seven decided on a new tactic. "I have failed."

Janeway sat up. "What do you mean, Seven? "

"I have failed in being an adequate mate for you. "

"That's ridiculous. In what way?"

"Is it not the role of mates to care for the wellbeing of each other? Your refusal to comply with my wish to care for you indicates that you do not think me worthy to be your mate."

"Give me that plate. This is blatant manipulation. You know that?"

"It is effective. Gretchen has instructed that you consume the warm milk. It will help you…relax."

Janeway took another bite of her sandwich and a big gulp of milk. She gave Seven, who was watching her intently, an annoyed look. "Must you hover over me like a hen with only one chick?"

Seven looked at her puzzled. After a few seconds, she grasped the meaning and decided it would be a good idea to leave. "I will bathe."

Janeway finished the sandwich and milk, putting the empty plate and glass on the bedside table. She turned off her lamp and lay down, pulling the covers close around her. Seven returned from her bath and crawled in bed, moving over to Janeway. "Kathryn, roll over, I will massage your back." Without a word she rolled onto her stomach. Seven straddled her hips and begin to rub her shoulders and back.

Janeway groaned in pleasure. "Oh Love, that feels divine."

"It is meant to relax you."

"Uhm, it is."

Seven continued with the massage. Minutes later she noticed Kathryn's breathing had changed and realized she had fallen asleep. She settled herself against Kathryn reaching down for both the sheet and light quilt and pulled the covers up around them. Putting her arm around Kathryn's waist and pulling her close against her warmth, she whispered next to her ear, "I love you." The three words she had vowed to herself that she would tell her Beloved every night.

Note: I have given Kathryn's and Tom's child the last name 'Paris-Janeway' instead of 'Paris' or 'Janeway-Paris'. This is due in part to the fact that the parents are not married. Technically, the child would take the last name of Janeway. But, Kathryn, as a courtesy to Tom, has included his last name.

Chapter Three

Day Three

Janeway remarked on the overcast skies as she and Seven rode in her staff aero car to the Transporter Station. "Looks like rain. I just hope it doesn't sleet. Snow, rain, I can take, sleet is another story."

Seven had decided to ride with her to Starfleet Headquarters today. She was to meet B'Elanna at Kathryn's office, and they were to go over to meet Reginald Barclay at nine. "Thanksgiving is next Thursday. Mom has invited your aunt and she will be here. Is there anyone you would like to invite?"

"Thanksgiving is a traditional American holiday is it not?"

"It started out that way. Now, it is celebrated on many worlds that were settled by colonists whose ancestors came from America."

"I will invite Hiro."

"I think that's a great idea. I've been looking forward to meeting her."

"She has, also, expressed an interest in meeting you."

Janeway glanced over at Seven. She was wearing a blue wool turtleneck with Scandinavian designs and a pair of cream wool pants. Her hair was done up in a French braid. Phoebe had taught her how to do this. "You look nice today."

Seven glanced over and gave her a wide smile. "Thank you."

Janeway reached over and rubbed Seven's leg, "I want to apologize for being such a grouch last night."

Seven turned and stared at her. "There is no need to apologize. I understand." Janeway gave a lop-sided smile. "You are so good to me, and I shouldn't have snapped at you. Do you forgive me?"

"Kathryn, there is nothing to forgive, but if it will make you feel better, I forgive you."

Janeway squeezed her knee. "Thank you, darling. Will you join me for lunch?"

"Do I dine with you in the Admirals' dining room?"

"Yes, you do. You will be my special guest and can have anything on the menu you want."

"Does your invitation include any of your peers?"

"Just you and my undivided attention for an hour."

Seven smiled. "Acceptable."

Janeway's desk communicator beeped. "Admiral."

"Yes, Danny."

"Lieutenant Paris is here to see you."

"Send him in."

Janeway put aside the PADD she was reviewing and walked over to the replicator for her second cup of coffee. Tom walked in the door. "Tom, have a seat. Is there anything I can get you?"

Tom sat in the chair indicated at the conference table. "No thanks Admiral, I'm fine."

"It's Kathryn. Remember?"

"Sorry. Kathryn."

Janeway took the seat across from him. "We need to discuss our…daughter. It seems our past…relationship, such as it was, has come back to haunt us."

Tom's face turned red. "Ah…Adm…Kathryn, I want to apologize for what happened."

Janeway held up her left hand. "I think you already did that once. It wasn't your fault. I don't even remember half of it. Especially having been on the planet and the ah… birth of our offspring."

"Well, yeah, I guess we were under the influence of something we couldn't control, you know, being lizards and all."

Janeway chuckled "Lizards?! More like amphibians from what the information states. Nonetheless, it seems we now have a child in common. We need to discuss her future and what course we need to take when we get her here. And I believe we will get her here. With Seven, B'Elanna and Lieutenant Barclay working on this, it won't take long. What are your thoughts and feelings, Tom?"

Tom moved to sit up straighter. "Frankly, I'm still in shock. And…I guess I feel a little guilty. If I had known there was a way to …change them to human form, I would've taken them with us."

Janeway sighed. "I won't say I don't feel some guilt. The truth is there was no known method to de-evolve them. At the time, I think we made the right decision to leave them in the environment into which they were born."

"I suppose. I just wonder what happened to the other two. I read Kurros' report that only one life sign registered. That of our daughter. Still…"

"I know Tom but we can't change the past. At least, not legally. We now have a daughter. How is B'Elanna taking this?"

Tom smiled. "Very well. She feels that the child is her responsibility also. You know, being my daughter and Miril's half sister. She vows to track the P'taques down and spill their guts, if they have harmed her in any way."

Janeway barked out a short laugh. "That's the B'Elanna I know and love. Seven states she will adapt.

"Mom would like for her to have her primary home with us, if that is ok with you. I know both you and B'Elanna have your hands full with careers and a baby. Besides, we have to keep in mind that she is not an infant or young child. The scans done by Dr. Podda show her to be approximately 18.2 years old by human standards. That is, physically. Mentally, she is above the norm for intelligence. How much above we will not know until we have her tested. I'm concerned more with her emotional development. In reality, she is only three years old. How much emotionally can she have developed during that time? Mom states that after raising two girls through all stages of development, she thinks she has the skills to handle her."

"Well, as you know, my mother is away from home a lot on business, and Dad, you know how it is with Admirals. I think your idea would work out for the best. This is strange, you know? She is physically 18, and I'm 31. I mean, I'm only 13 years older than she is."

Janeway cringed. "What does that make me? I'm twenty four years older. Damn, this just gets worse. A twenty four year old woman and a thirteen year old boy. That makes me look like some kind of a pervert."

Tom said amusingly, "Yeah, a lot of people will envy me thinking that you and I…ah…forget I said that."

Janeway stared hard at him for a moment then snickered. "Well, in a way we did. She's living proof. To hell with what others think. This is our business, and in a short time this will be old news."

"You got that right. Kathryn, if she is physically over 18, won't she be considered an adult? I mean, what if she decides to go her own way and all?"

Janeway rubbed her hand through her hair. "I've already thought of that. In actuality she was born six years ago and has only been in her human form for three. I will have her psychologically evaluated. If her psychological profile shows she is not ready to go out on her own we can have her declared incompetent and unable to make her own life decisions. More than likely, the Court will require periodic psychological reviews to determine when she is competent enough to act in her own best interest."

There was silence for a few seconds, both processing the information received from the other. "Tom, have you thought about a name for her? I don't think 'Sprout' is exactly the name I would choose. I was thinking about naming her after my father; Edwina."

"Well, my Grandmother Paris' name was Morgan. I thought that might fit since it means 'sea warrior' or 'from the sea.' You know, since she was found in an area by a sea. And, Dad says her hair is the same color as my grandmother's."

Janeway thought for a moment. "Morgan Edwina Paris-Janeway. I like it"

Tom smiled "Yeah, me too."

Janeway reached out and took Tom's hand. "I think you will make a good father for her, Tom. You have a lot to teach."

Tom smiled. "I wonder if she would like to help me rebuild an old 2006 Harley Davidson Street Bob I happened to come across the other day."

Janeway laughed. "Kurros did say she has an advanced mechanical aptitude. She could probably rebuild it and have it running in no time."

Tom laughed. "Yep. A chip off the old engine block."

Chapter Four

Day Four

Lieutenant Barclay continued, "We have Pathfinder using five million teradynes of gravimetric surge from the pulsar to open the micro wormhole. We can generate more teradynes, which would be needed to open a larger singularity. But, this would cause a massive subspace reaction."

B'Elanna thought for a moment. "So, basically, any tachyon beam used on the pulsar larger then sixty terawatts results in subspace particles reacting to normal space and could wipe out the surrounding area of space? We're not talking about taking an ambassador class starship through the singularity. Just a small scout ship or even a shuttle. How big a risk is that?"

"Too big a risk. We have already run simulations on opening a larger wormhole. The results were not successful."

Seven was busy entering data on a PADD. "The wormhole could be made larger if a tachyon beam were directed into the terminus at the destination point. This would not result in a rupture of subspace since they do not exist at the same points."

Barclay thought for a second, "That idea has been theorized. But you would need someone on the other end, which is in the Delta Quadrant, to coordinate the simultaneous projections of the beams."

B'Elanna remarked, "Hey, Seven. Think Neelix and his friends could manage it?"

"It would take some time and resources. Perhaps too much time. They would need a source of tachyon." Lieutenant Barclay added, "Depending on the teradynes that can be generated, we can determine how big the wormhole that can be opened. But, Seven is right. This would take some time since Pathfinder is only functional every 32 days. We would need Neelix to locate a Pulsar or another source, a red or brown dwarf star. He would then need to send the gravimetric readings to us. We would need to interpret the data and design a plan, send it back to Neelix, who would set up the array needed... well, I think you get the picture. The least time we could expect is four to five months. Seven, you have been researching Dr. Kahn's method on opening an artificial worm hole?"

"Yes. She was successful in opening one for 23 seconds before it collapsed. However, it proved to be unstable when a shielded drone was sent through. The tetreion field in the singularity reacted to the probe's shielding and caused it to collapse, which resulted in a massive graviton wave. I am working on possible Borg armor plating and modulating Borg shielding to avert the interaction which resulted in the collapse. However, at this time a prohibitive thickness of armor would need to be used to protect the ship. This would render the ship with significantly reduced abilities to reach even warp one, and put a tremendous strain on the engines. Transporters and sensors would be ineffective."

Barclay nervously gnawed his right thumb nail. ." A… a Volga class tug has increased hull strength and a strong engine. Even at twice its mass it could carry the armor and still go through the singularity."

B'Elanna noted, "Time it just right going at warp one, and we could be through in less then 23 seconds."

Seven listened intently. "We would still need sensors to navigate. That is the reason I am researching a method to use shielding in combination with less armor."

B'Elanna swore. "Kahless in Grethor, I don't want to use the Midas Array. We don't know if we would be blasted to dust coming through the wormhole by the Think Tank or get stuck for 32 days waiting for it to reopen. We've got a lot of enemies in the Delta Quadrant who would love to settle old scores. I like Seven's idea. We find a way to combine Borg armor and a force field."

Seven nodded. "Agreed."

Barclay rubbed his hands together "I concur. Now how about some lunch. I know this great place that has the best Reuben sandwiches in San Francisco, my treat."

B'Elanna shouted, startling Barclay. "Sandwich, that's it! A force field placed between thin plates of Borg Armor. Tetreions won't pass through the armor and the graviton force can't crush it as the force field will shore up the outer armor plating."

Seven worked quickly on her PADD entering in information. Barclay paced deep in thought. Seven looked up from the PADD, her eyes crinkled at the corners and her mouth slightly turned up. "It will work. We will run simulations. We will also need a place to conduct the experiments. I will talk to Kathryn concerning the Borg armor removed from Voyager and that which is in Starfleet Storage from Wolf 359."

B'Elanna exclaimed. "The Delta Flyer. It has tetraburnuim alloy hull plating and would not need that much preparation. Reg, you're the boss, what do you say?"

Barclay rocked back and forth on his heels. "Boss says; let's start making a list of what we need. After lunch."

Chapter Five

Day Seven Delta Quadrant

"We will boost the singularity from this side with the neutrino particles from the nearby red dwarf. We only need to position eight deflector shields on the 3rd asteroid to beam the neutrino particles into the micro wormhole when it opens. Our simulations show that this will widen the wormhole to allow a small craft through. Once the craft is through, we can shut our side down, resulting in only the original micro wormhole. We make the trade and reactivate the deflectors to once again widen the wormhole to send them back", Bevvox explained.

Xyglys continued the discussion. "Since the micro wormhole needs the energy to come from both ends of the corridor, they would not be able to duplicate it in the Alpha Quadrant since that is the original corridor opening."

Kurros rubbed his hands together in satisfaction.

"I can easily trade for eight deflector shields and have them positioned within 6 days. When Janeway contacts us, I will tell her the plan. We will have her come in a shuttle. Unarmed of course. I will inform her if we detect any weapons coming through with her, we cloak and disappear and she never gets her daughter. It will work."

Bevvox added, "We are weeks away from obtaining the one element in existence that will make us Gods."

Chapter Six

Day Thirteen Alpha Quadrant

"I'm stuffed to the gills. I think I ate enough for two people." Hiro was sitting on the porch swing with Seven, after having shared Thanksgiving dinner with her and the Janeways. Aunt Irene had accepted the invitation also.

"To the gills? I am not aware that you possess that biological apparatus for breathing. That is an euphemism for having surpassed your comfort threshold for the intake of nutrients, is it not?"

Hiro laughed and replied in her best Seven imitation. "Indeed."

Seven raised her left eyebrow and tried to look serious. "You are… teasing me."

"Yes I am. I only tease people I like."

Seven's mouth had a slight lifting at the corners, "So does Phoebe. However, I have observed that Kathryn often does not find it amusing."

"All a part of the dynamics of sibling rivalry, my dear Seven. I'm sure Kathryn can dish it out to Phoebe. Instead of knocking the snot out of each other, they fence with words. It can go over the line from friendly to verbal abuse. But, from the little I've seen between the two., it's a game of wits." Hiro pursed her lips. "Do you mind if I ask how your counseling is progressing."

"I am pleased. I have been six times to date. Dr. Williams is very insightful and compassionate. I do not feel I am being judged by her. Her perspective is to compare my experiences as a Borg to the equivalent of growing up in an abusive home or being subjected to the 'brainwashing' of a malevolent cult. I am beginning to understand why I have certain emotional ramifications from the actions I was forced to do. Even though I felt they were correct at the time."

Hiro reached over and hugged Seven. "I'm glad"

The screen door opened, and a voice acclaimed jokingly. "She's mine. Go to the Delta Quadrant and get your own."

Hiro snorted. "I think you got the pick of the litter."

Janeway sat on the banister by the swing. "The Captain always gets first pick of any booty taken from a captured ship."

Seven replied. "Kathryn, I was already aboard your ship when you proceeded to…kidnap me."

Janeway threw up both hands in surrender. "I'm guilty as charged. But notice I didn't hold you for ransom. I knew even back then you were meant to be mine."

Seven gave Janeway an assessing look and dryly stated, "Indeed."

Janeway winked at her, then turned her attention to Hiro. "Hiro, I want you to evaluate my daughter, Morgan, when we get her here. We need an assessment on her emotional and psychological state. Especially as it pertains to her ability to function on her own. We will need to know what to expect and how to deal with whatever problems she will have. You heard part of the story. I will give you a copy of the information we have."

"I would be glad to do so. I will need a psychological profile on you and Mr. Paris. Also, on her stepmother and Seven. This is so that I can evaluate any traits that would be beneficial and any that could lead to conflict. After I evaluate your daughter, I would need to schedule a few sessions with all of you and discuss the findings and what problems are to be expected."

Janeway pinched the bridge of her nose. "I can authorize Starfleet Medical to send you my psychological profile. I will ask Tom and B'Elanna if they will release theirs. Seven does not have a Starfleet psychological, at least one that I am aware."

Seven answered, "Dr. Williams has one. I will authorize her to release it to you." Hiro stated. "Sounds good. This will give me a great deal of information to work with. You know, I think I hear a piece of that pecan pie Seven baked calling my name."

Seven smirked, "It is Borg pecan pie. Resistance is futile."

Hiro lifted her left eyebrow and dryly intoned, "Indeed." With that she got up from the swing to go back into the house.

Janeway took her place on the swing next to Seven. "I'm glad I got to meet Hiro. She is a nice young woman. Interesting and intelligent, as well as pretty. Must run in the family."

"I have observed that both my mother's and father's families do have a preponderance of scientist and doctors."

"Just goes to show you that you have a natural intelligence that has nothing to do with assimilating the thoughts and memories of thousands of species. Of course I always knew that."

Seven looked askance at her. Before she could answer an aero car pulled up and parked in front of the walkway. A tall, slightly overweight man in his forties got out of the driver's side. It took Janeway a moment to recognize him. She flatly stated, "It's Mark."

Seven stood up. "I will terminate him." J

Janeway quickly stood and grabbed her left arm. "Seven. Promise me you won't make a scene. He's old history and has nothing to do with me and you."

Seven did not say a word. She stood stiffly with her hands clasped behind her back. Mark came bounding up the steps and grabbed Janeway in a long tight bear hug. "Cath, my god, let me look at you." He pushed her back, his hands still on her arms, his eyes appreciatively looking her over. "You're just as beautiful as I remember. I thought you were lost to me forever. Seeing you here is an answer to all my prayers."He pulled her to his chest again. Janeway tried to extract herself from grasp.

"You will release her."

Janeway felt a grasp on her right shoulder as she was roughly pulled back against Seven. "Seven, please, let me handle this."

"Cath, who is this and what is going on?"

Seven had her right arm possessively around Janeway's chest, holding her tightly against her torso. Seven coldly stated, "I am her mate."

Mark's eyes popped wide open and he went slacked jawed. Janeway tried to free herself from Seven's grasp only to be held more firmly. "Seven."

Mark, still in shock, inquired, "Cath.?"

"Mark, I would like you to meet my fiancée, Seven of Nine nee Annika Hansen."

Mark took a step back, looking as if he were shot by a phaser set on stun. "Your…fiancée?"

Seven raked him up and down with a disdainful look. "What part of the word 'fiancée' do you not understand?"

Mark looked closely this time at Seven's cold disdainful face and the possessive hold she had on Kathryn. "I…I don't know what to say. This…is a surprise." He kept looking at Seven, his displeasure showing. "You're that Borg everyone's been talking about."

Before Seven or Janeway could reply, the screen door was opened and Gretchen's voice was heard, "Mark. Well, what a surprise. Won't you come in and have some pie?"

Mark drew his eyes from Seven and forced a smile on his face. "No thanks, Gretchen. I already ate all I can hold at Mother's. I really came over to see Cath."

"Well. I suppose you two have a lot to discuss. Seven, why don't you come with me and let Kathryn...talk to an old friend. I'm sure she has a lot of news she wants to catch him up on."

Kathryn managed to turn herself around in Seven's arm to face her and whispered, "Please, darling. I promise you. have nothing to worry about. I love you and only you. Go with Mom. This won't take long."

Seven looked into Kathryn's eyes and saw the sincerity and open declaration of love. "Very well." Seven let her go and gave Mark one last freezing look before entering the house with Gretchen.

Janeway turned to Mark and went into her old 'Captain' mode: All business and no nonsense. "Walk with me." They descended the steps and walked out through the gate, taking an old path that skirted the cornfield and led to Miller's creek.

"Slow down Cath, so we can talk."

Janeway slowed her walk. "Listen, Mark, I don't know what you expect from me. What we had is dead and in the past. Where it will remain. Do you understand?"

"No, Cath, I don't. This isn't you. Since when do you prefer women? The rumors must be true. That Borg has assimilated you or has some control over you. My god, she isn't even human. She is a Borg, a monster!"

It was all Janeway could do to keep from slapping him. She ground her back teeth, her face red and nostrils flaring. "You don't know what you're talking about. She is more human then the rest of us. I swear, Mark, if you ever, ever, say anything like that again, I will punch your lights out. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? I love her more than I have ever loved anyone. She has touched my very soul. Something no one else has ever been able to do."

Mark put his hands on her shoulders, and Janeway immediately moved back from his grasp. "Don't touch me."

Mark held up both of his hands, palms out. "I won't, Cath. Just listen to me. I love you. I waited every day for three years, thinking you would come back. Three years, Cath. I'm sorry. I should not have given up hope and gotten married. That was a mistake. Please, Cath. You loved me once, and I still love you. Give us another chance."

Janeway sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Mark, I want you to understand. Even if you had never given up, even if we had gotten married before I was lost, it would be over. Once I met Seven, I instinctively knew we were meant to be together. I want you to let go of any hopes you may have about the two of us. If I had never met her, we still would not be together. I lived life on the edge for seven years and the one promise I made to myself was if I ever got back home, I would not compromise my life for Starfleet, for you or for anyone else. I would live my life how I want and with who I want to share it with. She is who I want. I am fortunate as I don't have to hide who I truly am. She lets me be myself. I think it best that you do not contact me, ever. I'm going back to the house now. I'm walking there alone. Wait, and then you can get in your aero car and go."

Janeway turned and walked back up the path, leaving Mark standing there, a look of disbelief and shock on his face.

Kathryn came back from her bath, removed her bathrobe leaving her body bare, and crawled across the bed. She snatched the PADD Seven was reading and threw it aside. Straddling Seven's waist, she bent low and kissed her on the lips. "This is a holiday, darling. No work. Unless you want to 'work' on keeping me satisfied."

Seven smiled and drew Kathryn down for a long languid kiss. Releasing her, Seven ran her right hand through Kathryn's hair and down the back of her neck and over her shoulder to her left breast, pausing to feel her nipple harden, then back up to her cheek. Kathryn nuzzled her palm. They heard the muffled sound of the front door closing and a few seconds later the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. Seven had her head cocked to the side. "That is Hiro, I recognize her footsteps."

"Hmm, I thought she would stay longer at Phoebe's, talking about all that dream mumbo jumbo."

Seven rolled to the side, causing Kathryn to slide off her and onto her side facing Seven. "I had anticipated that they would…discuss more then dream interpretation."

Kathryn looked closely at Seven. "Were you hoping they would hit it off and start…something?"

Seven inclined her head "That possibility had occurred to me."

Kathryn snorted. "I don't believe they're each other's type. Friends yes, lovers no."

"Explain."

"OK. They are too much alike for one thing. Both are outgoing and like to tease and joke. Phoebe needs someone who is more subdued and will keep her in line. Hiro would just aid and abet her behavior and vice versa. Phoebe is off to different art openings all the time all over the Federation. I think this is the longest she has ever stayed home. Hiro has her own practice and can't just leave at a whim. Besides, there is the age difference. Phoebe is almost forty and Hiro is what? Twenty six, twenty seven."

"Twenty three. There is almost 15 years difference in our ages, Kathryn. Should we not be together because you are older?"

"Touché. Twenty three and with a PhD in psychology. She must have started college when she was fourteen."

"She was twelve."

"Oh. In that case she might be too mature for Phoebe."

"You are being facetious."

Kathryn quickly got on her knees and pushed Seven on her back and straddled her. "Facetious am I?" She started tickling Seven. Seven laughed out loud and pushed her off and straddled her. Kathryn tried to give a force ten stare. "I am not ticklish."

"We shall see."

Kathryn clamped her mouth shut and held her arms tightly against her sides. Seven easily pried one arm away and started tickling her ribs. Kathryn said through clamped teeth "I am not tic…" and then lost control, loudly laughing. "No. Please…stop."

Seven stopped right away, noticing Kathryn's red face and teary eyes. "Kathryn. I am sorry."

Kathryn sat up. "I'm ok. So much for the power of positive thinking, guess I'm still ticklish." She then leaned against the headboard. "Now, what was it we were doing before we got sidetracked?"

Seven smirked. "I do not need my eidetic memory to know what we were doing. I will show you." She put her arms around Kathryn's shoulder, and leaned over, kissing her lips. Kathryn nipped Seven's lower lip and then pulled it gently with her teeth, let it go, and gently touched it with the tip of her tongue. Seven moaned and deepened the kiss, opening her mouth and using her tongue to open Kathryn's. Their tongues met and tangled, causing each woman's breathing to accelerate. Seven lowered herself down on the bed, taking Kathryn with her. She moved her lips to the side of Kathryn's neck to kiss and nibble. Kathryn supported herself on her knees and hands. Feeling her breasts and hardened nipples brushing against Seven's. Seven ran both hands down Kathryn's side, down to her buttocks, and squeezed and massaged each cheek. Kathryn lowered herself fully onto her love's warm softness, kissing her passionately. She moved slowly down, kissing Seven's throat then the implant above her left breast. She licked a path over her full breasts and then took a swollen nipple in her mouth, sucking and flicking her tongue over it. Seven moaned. Kathryn moved to the next nipple to lavish it with love. She felt a strong throb in her groin. She positioned her center over Seven's right thigh. Seven lifted her leg, the right thigh coming in contact with Kathryn's rough pubic hair and warm wetness. Kathryn spread her legs wider to open herself and feel more of the firm warm flesh beneath her. She reared up onto her hands and thrust herself slowly back and forth. Seven lifted her thigh and pushed it hard against Kathryn, placing her hands on her hips and pulled her firmly against her thigh. Kathryn's breath came in short bursts, and she moved her hips faster and in shorter thrusts, grinding herself into her lover. She moaned deep and long and threw back her head, her hips thrusting harder. She arched her back and cried out a long "Ahhhhh." Seven gazed at her face, flushed with ecstasy, eyes tightly shut. She felt the rush of warm wetness bathe her thigh. Kathryn collapsed onto Seven, her breathing almost a sob. Seven held her close against her breasts, nuzzling her hair. "Oh, Kathryn, my Beloved. I can not find the words to tell you how you make me feel. You are my Omega."

After a few moments, Kathryn lifted her eyes to Seven's. "Hmmm, darling. You don't need words. I know your feelings for me in all of my senses. You tell me in your touch, in the taste of your kisses, your voice, in the scent of your arousal, and I can see your feelings in your eyes. But most of all, I know it in my heart and soul. Trust me, darling. You have nothing to fear from the ghost of my past. There is only you for now and always."

Seven looked deep into shining blue eyes. "I…that is…beautiful. Thank you, my Beloved."

Kathryn lifted herself up from the softness beneath her. She leaned down and placed tiny kisses on Seven's lips. "Don't (kiss) thank (kiss) me (kiss) until (kiss) I show (kiss) you (kiss) how (kiss) much (kiss) I (kiss) love (kiss) you." They then kissed with mouths open and tongue stroking against tongue. Seven felt an ache in her breasts and groin. She broke the kiss, groaning, and pushing Kathryn down to her breasts, and thrusting them upwards. She twined her right hand through Kathryn's hair and pulled her towards her left breast. Kathryn sucked the hard extended nipple into her mouth, grasping it with her teeth, then sucked and played her tongue around the hardness and aureole. She felt the pleasure of Kathryn's loving attention shoot down to her groin. The intensity so sharp and defined, the walls of her vagina tightening, causing her to suck her breath in sharply through a small tremor of orgasm. Kathryn moved to her other breast and began the play all over again. This time she brought her left hand down to Seven's warm wet center, pausing briefly to coat her fingers with the wet seepage. She spread it to Seven's clitoris. Seven jerked her hips at the contact and opened her legs wider. Kathryn entered her, first with one finger and then with another. Her palm pressed against the rigid protuberance. Kathryn begin to slowly slide her fingers in and out, caressing the slick warm walls, her palm massaging the hard knot. Seven pushed her hips up, encouraging Kathryn to increase the tempo. She removed her mouth from the now tender nipple and brought her lips up to deeply kiss Seven's open mouth, catching the small moans borne on hot breath. She felt Seven stiffen and draw her mouth quickly away to breathe in deeply and then let go a cry of pleasure. Kathryn felt her fingers clenched hard, then released. She continued to gently stroke feeling the small flutters of Seven's walls. Seven nuzzled Kathryn's neck by her right ear, her left hand stroking up and down Kathryn's back. She kissed Kathryn deeply, feeling her tongue enter her mouth and start from the beginning once again.

Chapter Seven

Day Fifteen

Delta Quadrant

Sprout tried hard not to sneeze. She was appalled that the different vents and ducts in the Think Tank's ship were so dusty and dirty. For the last three days she had been mapping out where the different vents led. She had also been placing various primitive transmitters behind the grates in various areas of the ship. Mostly in the areas she was now restricted from entering, the areas where her five mentors held their meetings in privacy. Ever since she had accessed the main computer and downloaded Voyager's information her movements had been constricted to the kitchen area, her room, and a small arboretum. Her computer was locked out of the mainframe as well as her hand held one. Fortunately for her, they did not turn off her communication device as she was not in the vicinity to hear their conversations when they had their 'private' discussions. Unfortunately, for them, they failed to confiscate her electronic toys. She guessed they thought them to primitive to be of use. She had enough primitive transistors and silicon chips to put together simple but effective listening devices. These used frequencies to broadcast that were obsolete and could not be picked up by any of the more sophisticated security devices. She had a small radio receiver hidden in her room. This allowed her to eavesdrop constantly day and night.

She got the idea of using ducts from Voyager's log, which mentioned their use various times as a means to escape or conduct surveillance on unsuspected enemies who had taken the ship. She found two ducts in her room, a repair corridor in the floor under her bed and the air circulation vent in the ceiling which she could easily reach by pushing her desk underneath and then placing her chair on the desk to give her the height needed to push it open and go through. She hated having to crawl through the ducts. They where dimly lighted, cramped and dirty. After using them she would clean her coveralls and herself in the sonic shower. She was afraid to open the grates which led to the bridge where X92 and Xyglys resided, sure that they would detect her. Transporters were off limits as they were located in a corner of the bridge. She also avoided the engineering section where Bevvox was located in his containment field. This did not keep her from placing her devices behind the grates. Also off limits were the storage facilities where was kept all the various items that had been cheated from different species. This she knew was rigged with all sorts of detection devices. She could access the area where the two escape pods were located. This area was not secure, and she had the shortest route from her room to that area well marked with yellow iridescent paint from her craft supplies. She placed a mark at every branch intersection to let her know the way. Red marks led to the engine room and light green to the bridge. She took satisfaction in going right under the crew's noses in gathering information. It was also…exciting. In a way it was like beating your opponent in a strategic game.

She had gathered enough information to know that the Think Tank would boost open a micro wormhole originating in the Alpha Quadrant and that Janeway would, or it was hoped she would, come through to retrieve her, leaving in payment all the information she had on her discovery of the Omega molecule. Sprout knew from her studies what this molecule represented. She doubted Janeway would give them what they wanted. After reading all she could find on Janeway and the Federation, she knew that her maternal genetic donor would find a way to get her. It was in Janeway's nature. She would consider Sprout her responsibility, as she had Seven of Nine. She had freed Seven of Nine from the Borg based on the fact that Seven was genetically human. Sprout was genetically human and also Janeway's progeny. She was not sure what role this last factor would play.

Seven of Nine intrigued her. Seven of Nine had been Borg from early in her childhood until adulthood. She had had to learn what it meant to be human. Sprout would have to learn what it would mean to be human. Perhaps Seven of Nine could assist her in this endeavor. She hoped Janeway and Seven were friends. Perhaps she could be Seven's friend also.

Chapter Eight

Alpha Quadrant Deep Space Nine

"Ah, come on, Seven. You gotta drink to our success. Tea doesn't count. It's gotta be alcohol or synthehol, isn't that right, Reg." B'Elanna ended her comment with a hard slap to Reg Barclay's back, almost knocking him into one of the establishment's patrons, a tall gray humanoid seated on a bar stool with a perpetual frown to his wrinkled prune like face. Regaining his balance, Barclay straightened his Starfleet tunic and smiled. The three had had a celebratory dinner earlier at a fancy dress Bajoran restaurant on the Station. B'Elanna was wearing a knee length black dress, showing her neat trim figure. Seven had let her hair down and was wearing a form fitting knee length red dress. They had decided to continue the celebration at Quark's.

Reg backed up B'Elanna's cajoling. "It is traditional, Seven. I'll even buy the first round. What will you ladies have?"

"Blood wine for me and Blondie will have a glass of Champagne."

Seven remembered her vow to never drink Champagne again after her experience at Voyager's homecoming party. "I will have Earl Grey tea."

B'Elanna rolled her eyes. "Come on Seven, I know you like Champagne. What's the harm in one little glass?"

"I have already consumed a glass of wine at dinner. I have also vowed to never indulge in Champagne again."

B'Elanna sneered. "Vowed? Why would you vow to do something crazy like that? You join some kind of strict religion or something?"

Before Seven could answer, Reg handed her a glass of Champagne and B'Elanna a mug of blood wine. He had a foamy mug of ale. "I see a table over there, lets sit. "

When all three had settled at the table, Seven pushed her drink towards Reg. "I thank you for the drink, but I must decline."

"Yeah Reg, Blondie is turning religious on us. No drinking, no vices, and no fun."

Reg embarrassedly laughed. "I…ah…can I get you something else."

"Geez, Seven, now you're insulting old Reg here by not accepting the drink. What gives with this vow thing anyway?"

Seven sighed. "I consumed too large a quantity of Champagne at Voyager's first homecoming celebration, resulting in my cortical node malfunctioning. I vowed I would not repeat the experience."

B'Elanna smirked. "Well, Seven, one or two drinks aren't going to fry your circuits. Besides, look around you. Does this look like a Starfleet Party? It's just me, you, and Reg celebrating the fact that our test shuttle made it through the wormhole without blowing up. So the vow doesn't count."

Seven tipped her head slightly to one side for a few seconds before deciding. After all, she was trying to adapt to social situations. "Reginald Barclay, I will accept your offer of one drink. Thank you."

"My pleasure. Now, let's drink to our success."

All three touched drinks in a loud clink. B'Elanna offering the toast, "To Dr. Kahn and her genius in paving the way." B'Elanna chugged down half of her mug.

Reg lifted his mug for another toast. "To us, the Three Musketeers of Starfleet Science."

Seven took a small sip and placed her glass back on the table. Reg had only downed half of his mug. B'Elanna finished her mug and slapped it back onto the table. She then belched loudly and turned red, "Whoops, sorry, been awhile since I had a drink. I couldn't drink the stuff when pregnant." She then waved over the Ferengi server and ordered another round. "OK, Seven. Finish that one up before the server gets here with our next round, you don't want to leave any drink in the first glass before you are served your second. It's bad luck."

"I do not believe in luck."

"I do. You want to see me worry and make myself sick, thinking things will go wrong?"

Reginald threw in his observations. "It's true, Seven, engineers are a superstitious lot."

B'Elanna smirked. "It's really an old Klingon custom. I just want everything to go smooth. So drink up, Seven, or it will be your fault if things go wrong."

Seven picked up the glass and took a few sips. "I will limit myself to only two glasses."

Reg agreed. "Me too, B'Elanna. We do have to leave for earth in a few hours."

B'Elanna snorted derisively. "What a couple of nambies. You two are going to jinx the whole thing. Anyway, Seven has to buy the next round for our luck to hold. Then, we can leave."

Seven looked skeptical but did not want B'Elanna to 'worry'. "Very well, I purchase the next round. Then you will have no reason to 'worry' since the required … conditions will be met."

B'Elanna smiled. "Thanks, Seven. Now I can sleep tonight knowing our luck will hold."

"And that's why I named my cat Neelix."

B'Elanna laughed. "Well Reg. I don't know how Neelix would feel about you naming your fleabag after him, but he had better be glad you don't own a targ."

Seven stated dryly, "I do not think the targ would mind."

Reg. sprayed the last swallow of his ale and started coughing violently. B'Elanna pounded him on the back. "Good one, Seven. I didn't know Borg had a sense of humor."

Seven lifted her left eyebrow. "Borg do not. I was referring to the fact that the targ would not mind the name Neelix as it is a non sentient life form."

About that time, the owner of the establishment, Quark, came over with a tray topped by two drinks, an ingratiating smile on his face. "Ladies, here are your drinks."

Seven looked up, puzzled. "We did not order these."

Quark answered, almost offended. "Why, tonight's special is buy three drinks and get the fourth free. You also get free tokens to play Dabo. Only at Quark's will you get a deal like this."

B'Elanna looked over at the Dabo table. The shapely half-dressed Dabo girl was spinning the wheel, trying to draw customers. "Yeah, well, can't win much with no one to bet against. "

Quark smiled, showing his sharp teeth. "It will soon be crowded when my patrons see such lovely females having such a good time…'winning'."

Reg whined, "Don't I get a free drink and tokens?"

Quark quickly and smoothly answered. "It's ladies night for the freebies…However, since you are friends of these lovely ladies, I will give you your next drink half price."

B'Elanna quickly picked up her fourth mug of blood wine and drained it. Standing up, she said encouragingly, "Come on, Seven, drink up. I feel lucky tonight."

Seven hesitated and looked at her new glass of Champagne. "We agreed on only three drinks. This would be my fourth one.

"B'Elanna leaned over and took the glass of Champagne and took a small sip. "UH HUH, just as I suspected. This stuff is so watered down it would take a whole case to get a fly drunk."

B'Elanna handed the glass to Seven who looked at the contents, held the glass to her nose and sniffed, and then took a sip. "I can detect no discernible difference in the contents of this glass when compared to the prior three glasses."

B'Elanna folded her hands across her chest and rolled her eyes. "That's because the minute amount of alcohol floats to the top, and you just sipped all of it off. The rest is just water. Come on, Blondie, drink it, and let's hit the table before our luck runs out."

Seven quickly drank the contents of the glass and got up to follow B'Elanna to the Dabo table. Reg close behind

Both women were unaware of the admiring stares from the majority of the patrons, both male and female, following their progress to the table. Seven and B'Elanna received their free markers from the Dabo Girl. Seven couldn't help but gawk at the scantily dressed woman and wonder how she got her Dabo outfit to defy gravity and stay on her shapely body. "Wake up, Seven. Pick a level, color, and place a marker on the one you think is a winner."

Seven couldn't make up her mind between the blue of Kathryn's eyes and red, her once favorite color. "Come on, Seven. Play." She placed her marker on blue. The wheel turned with a carousel of colors and sound. When the wheel stopped, lights and bells went off. "DABO." And the winnings were put before her. B'Elanna remarked. "Beginners luck, that's all." B'Elanna placed her markers on the table and, Seven followed suit. The wheel was turned again. "DABO." B'Elanna drew her pot towards herself. "HAHA. I'm lucky tonight." The next round Seven won.

By this time, they had attracted a crowd to the table, everyone thinking the table was on a hot streak. Wagers were placed, and Seven and B'Elanna were winning enough to stay in the game. Seven knew something was 'wrong' with the game. She just wasn't able to figure it out. She felt somewhat 'off' in her thinking process. Perhaps the lights and sounds were on some frequency that interfered with her cortical node. "Hey, Seven, get with the game. You won again."

Before the next game could begin a short flashily dressed Ferengi approached Seven, looking her up and down and leering. "Hey, Sweet Bite. How 'bout a little stroke on the lobes for luck?"

Seven looked at him as if he were an insect. "I think not."

This did not deter him "Hey, just one stroke. Your girlfriend won't mind. She's too busy winning."

"You are mistaken. She is not my girlfriend. Admiral Kathryn Janeway is my girlfriend."

The Ferengi laughed. "You mean that ugly little 'humon' female who got lost in the Delta Quadrant is your girlfriend and an Admiral? I'll pay you double whatever she is now paying you to ….Uuuack!!!"

Seven lifted him up by his coat labels to face level, her lips in a sneer and her face flushed. "You shall be terminated." She then tossed him up on the Dabo wheel sending markers flying everywhere.

There was a mad scramble for the markers. Soon tempers flared, and fists started flying. A patron was pushed into Seven who immediately pushed him away into a group of Klingons, who joined the fun. B'Elanna, with a wicked smile on her face, joined in the fray, socking anyone who came near. Reg ducked flying fists to make his way to Seven. "Let's get B'Elanna and get …aheee." Reg was pushed and sent careening onto a tabletop, and rolled off to land on his back where he stayed. Seven started flinging bodies left and right, clearing the way to reach B'Elanna. She failed to notice that some of the bodies she was throwing around like rag dolls were wearing Starfleet Security uniforms. The last thing she remembered was the lights going out.

"Hey, Seven. Wake up."

Seven sat up and immediately lay back down on the hard cot. "Where am I, and why does my head hurt?"

"Well, Seven, we are in the brig for, umm, disturbing the peace, resisting arrest ...and public intoxication."

Seven sat up on the edge of the cot and noticed she and B'Elanna were indeed in the brig. "It is your fault, B'Elanna Torres-Paris."

B'Elanna looked wounded. "My fault? You were the one to start the fight. I was just minding my own business winning at the Dabo table."

"If we had stopped at one drink, we would not be here. Where is Lieutenant Barclay?"

B'Elanna sat down beside Seven. "Since he wasn't involved in the…uh…fracas, he wasn't arrested."

Seven lifted her left eyebrow. "I do not remember what occurred, except Species 563 insulted Kathryn. However, he was adequately punished."

B'Elanna snickered. "Yeah, Seven, that's the problem. You threw the little Targ Turd onto the Dabo wheel and all Grethor broke loose."

"We need to leave now, or we will miss our ship back to Earth."

B'Elanna grimaced. "Seven, I got bad news for you, that ship left about two hours ago."

Seven's eyes went wide with alarm. "B'Elanna, we must be back before Kathryn and Tom contacts the Delta Quadrant. They may need our support. She will worry why we are not on the USS Pilgrim."

B'Elanna patted Seven on her shoulder. "Hey, no sweat, there's always a Starfleet vessel heading to earth."

"Then we must contact her to let her know we will not arrive on the scheduled ship."

"Uhm, Seven, I don't think you have to worry about that. Reg already contacted her. Kathryn has already had a talk with Captain Kira and arranged our release. Reg is with the head of security, Lieutenant Ro, signing our releases as we speak."

Seven groaned. "Kathryn will be angry, very angry."

B'Elanna patted her on the back again. "No she won't, Seven. I will explain things to her."

Seven stared at B'Elanna as if she had two heads. "Then I am …screwed."

Chapter Nine

Day 32

Admiral Janeway stood by Tom Paris as they waited for Pathfinder to contact Neelix in the Delta Quadrant. They had decided to be the only two present when the call came in. Both families were in Admiral Paris' office awaiting word of what would transpire. Tom nervously rubbed his sweating hands on the sides of his pants legs. 'Contact with Delta Quadrant established. Transmission in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.' Neelix's face immediately appeared on the screen. "Admiral Janeway, Tom, good to see you. Been awhile."

Tom grinned. "That it has, Neelix."

Janeway then took command of the conversation. "Neelix, how quickly can you arrange a meeting with Kurros?"

"Well Admiral, he's here just outside my door. With your, ah, daughter I might add. He sort of figured you might want to talk to him."

"Put him on, Neelix."

Neelix disappeared from view for a few seconds. Then Kurros appeared. His visage was, as always, placid and his voice calmly modulated. "Congratulations on your promotion…Admiral."

Janeway glowered. "Cut the crap, Kurros. Before we continue this conversation, I want to see my daughter."

Kurros smiled sweetly and answered, "And you will, Admiral, and ah, Lieutenant Paris. I think you both will be pleased. She is intelligent and healthy. Why I have treated her as I would my own daughter and my colleagues have been family to her."

Tom angrily burst out, "That had better be true, or I will track you down and make you wish you were in another galaxy."

Janeway put a restraining hand on Tom's shoulder. "Tom."

Kurros held up his right hand, palm out. "I assure you, she has not been mistreated in any way. We saw to her every need. Her education is advanced for her age. You can ask her yourself." Kurros turned to the side and called, "Sprout, come and meet your parents."

He moved out of the way, and Sprout walked in and faced the screen. There was a long silence as both parents and daughter studied each other for a few seconds. Janeway noticed her face first, the high cheekbones, arched eyebrows over bright blue eyes, and well shaped nose and mouth. Dark red hair falling in thick waves to her shoulder. 'She is pretty'. She held her head high and had a certain confidence about her for one so young and limited in life experiences. Janeway cleared her throat. "You are well, you have been treated well?"

Sprout kept her expression and voice neutral. "Yes. I have been treated very well."

Janeway was searching for something to fill in the awkward silence when Tom stated with a slight uncertain smile. "We hope to bring you here soon, ah, you have a half sister, you know, Miral, I think she will enjoy having an older sister."

Sprout looked closely at him, her expression not changing, and just nodded her head. Janeway looked decidedly nervous, losing her command stare. "Tom is right; we hope to have you with us very soon. I think you will like it here. You have relatives who are looking forward to meeting you. Do you have another name besides Sprout?"

"I do not, just Sprout."

Janeway forced a smile. "Well, we have one for you. How does Morgan Edwina Paris-Janeway sound? Of course if you don't like it, we could change it."

Sprout answered in her quiet and softly modulated voice, "It matters not what you choose to name me."

Janeway noted that she undoubtedly picked up her voice modulations from Kurros. Tom smiled. "Morgan was the name of your great grandmother Paris, and Edwina is the feminine form of your Grandfather's name, Edward Janeway."

Sprout just stared at him indulgently. She then looked from one to the other. "You are not mates. With whom shall I reside?"

Janeway smiled, less nervously this time. "We think it best that you reside, for the time being, with my mother, your grandmother…of course I will be there, as well as my sister, Phoebe, and my fiancée, Seven. You can see your father and his family as often as you wish."

Sprout opened her eyes wide for a moment in surprise. "Seven of Nine? She resides with your mother?"

Janeway smiled genuinely this time.

"Yes, we plan to be married in a few months. It is our hope that we will have you home in time for our wedding."

Sprout arched her eyebrows in surprise, her voice suddenly unsure. "She…she is to be your mate?"

Janeway looked puzzled at the sound of uncertainty in Sprout's voice. "Yes, yes she is. I assume you know who Seven is through Voyager's logs."

Sprout returned to her evenly modulated voice. "Yes, I had access…"

A voice was heard to the side, "Sprout, please wait out in the lobby with Fennin and Ambassador Neelix. I have things to discuss with your parents."

Sprout looked at her parents one more time. Tom stated, "Hey Morgan, hope to see you soon."

Janeway added, "I, as well." Sprout nodded and slightly smiled before walking away."

Janeway glared at the visage of Kurros. "Kurros, what price are we to …pay for the ransom of our daughter? And how do you propose to get her here?"

Kurros smiled smugly. "I am sending you the packet with the information on the method we will employ and the conditions in which you can cross over to the Delta Quadrant. This can be done at the next opening of the singularity. As for the price, it is just information, nothing more. We require all the data you have on the Omega molecule and the location where it was found."

Janeway drew her head back slightly in shock. "Well, Kurros, you obviously found something in Voyager's log that mentioned this Molecule. However, I can't help you. All information as to its location has been purged. I do not have access to the coordinates any longer."

Kurros' smile turned into a smirk. "Don't attempt to deceive me, Admiral, or I will guarantee you will never see your daughter again. Get that Borg of yours to tell you the location and the way you and she were able to contain Omega, for what was it, 3.2 seconds? She should have it stored in her eidetic memory."

Janeway ground her back teeth. She had no intention of turning over any information to Kurros, but decided to dangle the carrot anyway. "I will have to discuss this with Starfleet."

Kurros stated, "That is up to you. Regardless of the decision, I will see you in 32 days. Follow the directions in the packet I am sending you and bring what is required. No further discussion is necessary. Now I will leave the remainder of your time for your business with Ambassador Neelix."

Janeway blew her cool. "Damn you, Kurros, get back here, this needs to be discussed further."

This was of no avail. Neelix came into view. "They are beaming back up to his ship."

Janeway nervously ran her hand through her hair. "Neelix, just keep an eye on things. I know this may not be a secure conversation. I cannot tell you if we will be there in 32 days or contact you by the Array from here. Try to look out for our daughter."

Neelix puffed out his chest and answered, "You can trust me, Admiral."

Janeway and Tom met with the family members in Admiral Paris' office and assured them that Morgan was fine. Admiral Paris would view the broadcast for sensitive information and then send any information on Kurros' proposal to Lieutenant Barclay, Seven and B'Elanna to study. All three had returned to McKinley Station in the wee hours of the morning. Seven had contacted Janeway on a telecommunication monitor, waking her, to say that they were going straight to Starfleet headquarters and she would see her later that day. Seven had noted Kathryn's mussed hair, and sleep puffed face: indications that she had been sleeping. Janeway stated she would meet with Seven later that day in her office. She did not mention the incident on Deep Space Nine. Seven was sure she would hear about it later.

Tom was ordered by Janeway not to mention anything about the Omega Molecule in the meeting. While in the Delta Quadrant she had ordered all of the records purged and those involved not to even breathe the name 'Omega' or face court marshal. She now had to report what occurred in the Delta Quadrant to Admiral Paris despite the directive that the incident should be buried at the time it happened. She had no choice since this was the ransom price demanded by Kurros. She had just relayed the information to the Admiral in the privacy of his office. "Apparently information surrounding the molecule was contained in the logs that Kurros was able to obtain. Despite my orders to eradicate all references to it." She left out the part that Kurros' had implicated Seven in his demands. He would find that out when he reviewed the communication from the Delta Quadrant. She would question Seven herself.

Admiral Paris leaned back in his chair and rubbed his chin. "Giving them the information on the Omega molecule is out of the question. My suggestion is to have Barclay and team get the Delta Flyer or another ship as ready as soon as possible, open up a wormhole in a section of the Delta Quadrant far enough away from the Talaxian colony as to not be detected, but close enough to reach quickly."

"I agree. I don't trust Kurros not to get us over there, get what he wants, and destroy us or strand us. I'm sure one of his stipulations will be for us to enter into the system with a small vessel and unarmed. Unless the method he proposes, what ever it is, can be used to our advantage."

Admiral Paris nodded. "Hopefully, Barclay and Team will have answers later today. In the meantime we will have to call a conference with the other Admirals and clue them in to the demands and do any damage control on the omega leak before they view your conversation with Kurros."

Janeway sighed. "You know, that was over three years ago and details get fuzzy over time, especially if the records are no longer in existence. It is apparent from his information, he just obtained a minimal amount of information or he would not be demanding locations and methods used to contain the molecule. I doubt that we will ever know how Kurros obtained the information. Since it happened on my watch, I will take full responsibility."

Admiral Paris waved his hand in dismissal. "We reviewed Voyagers logs and I can assure you nothing about Omega was found. Starfleet would prefer that this be buried and forgotten. Attempting to open personal logs for Voyager's none Starfleet members would involve going to civilian courts not bound by Starfleet mandates. This could take months if not years. There would be media leaks and speculations. No. I can tell you this is information they would want to send to Deep Space Zero."

Seven, B'Elanna and Reg had presented their findings on Kurros' method of making the micro wormhole larger to Admiral Paris and Janeway. Reg Barclay finished up the review. "The method Kurros wants to employ is already known to us. The draw backs are that the enlarged wormhole can be terminated at either end. This could result in the craft going through the corridor being…destroyed."

Janeway looked over her PADD containing the report. "Dr. Kahn's method looks to be our best choice. Using that, we could take the craft through and enter the Delta Quadrant secretly and will not have sacrifice weapons. How long will it take to have the Delta Flyer ready?"

Seven answered succinctly. "Three days Admiral."

Janeway's eyes widened in surprise. "Only three days?"

Seven nodded "Yes Admiral. We anticipated the success of opening a singularity and had our team commence with the modifications in our absence."

B'Elanna and Reg concurred. Admiral Paris smiled "I will contact Captain Kira and have her ready the Defiant. Admiral, have you decided who will go on this mission?"

Janeway glanced quickly at Seven, knowing what she had to say would not be well received. "Yes. I will go, Tom, Tuvok and Lieutenant Ayala."

Seven looked surprised. "Kath..Admiral. I will accompany you."

Janeway held up her right hand to stop any other comment. "The decision has been made."

Seven went into her Borg stance, hands behind her back. "That is unacceptable."

Janeway gave her a force ten stare. "The best people for the job have been selected."

Seven stated in a chill voice. "Your decision is flawed. You will require one of our team to assist in your safe return through the corridor."

Reg Barclay nervously broke in. "Ad..Admiral Janeway. Seven is right. The return has to be coordinated just right. Ah…you only have a 23 second window of opportunity."

Admiral Paris looked up from his PADD. "Your specs state that you will coordinate different times for the wormhole to be opened. If they accomplish their mission and return to the coordinates where the Singularity will reopen, what is the problem?"

Reg stuttered. "Si..Sir. It is ah…If for example something were to go ah... Well, this has never been done before with an artificial wormhole. Of course for the ah Borg."

B'Elanna stepped in. "What Reg is saying, is that we have sent drones through with the new shielding, and one unmanned shuttle, but we would like one of our team to go through and use various sensors to record the opening of the singularity from the other side. We thought Seven would be more suited to this. She can also check any stress on the armor and force field and correct for any abnormalities."

Seven interjected. "Do not forget, I have superior hearing and eyesight, I have also been trained in martial arts. I believe I could substitute for Lieutenant Ayala."

Janeway's sharp gaze rested on Seven. Her face flushed and mouth held in a tight line. "Very well. The team will consist of me, Tom, Tuvok and Seven. We will meet first thing in the morning and go over the plans."

Seven inclined her head. "Thank you Admiral"

Janeway gave her a hard look and merely nodded. The meeting quickly wrapped up. Janeway stood and got Seven's attention, stating in her command voice. "Seven. Please accompany me to my office."

Seven swallowed hard. "Yes, Admiral."

Janeway walked down the hall to her office suite, Seven a half step behind her, noting the stiff back. They quickly entered the suite and stopped briefly at Danny's desk, the red haired ensign alertly waiting for orders. "Danny, hold my calls for the next hour."

"Yes Admiral."

Janeway, with Seven in tow, entered her office, the door shutting behind them. Janeway went to her desk and sat in her seat. She put her PADD down on the desk and then placed both arms on the surface in front of her, clasping her hands. She still wore her command mask when she gave Seven a measured look. "Have a seat Seven."

Seven stood stiffly in front of her, hands clasped behind her back. "I pre…thank you Admiral." Seeing the cold gray eyes boring into her, she prudently decided to take the one seat in front of the desk."

Janeway breathed in deeply, "Don't ever challenge my decision in front of my peers and others again Seven. Is that understood?"

Seven blinked her eyes which slightly widened. "Yes Admiral. I…"

"If you do not agree with a decision I make, tell me later in private."

"I am sorry. I will do as you wish."

Janeway leaned slightly back in her chair, still wearing her command mask. "Seven, I know that you are inexperienced when it comes to certain… social situations that the rest of us take for granted. But please, In the future try not to let your…social activities get out of hand and lead to getting yourself in trouble. I may not be able to help you the next time. How you act in public not only affects you, but also affects me. I am now in a position where everything I do is scrutinized, not only by Starfleet, but also by other members of the Federation and non Federation entities. As my spouse, you in a way, represent me. I know that is unfair, but unfortunately it is true. Do you understand what I am saying?"

Seven paled slightly. "I apologize. I will not consume alcohol again. Nor will I indulge in games of chance."

Janeway smirked. "I'm not expecting you to go that far Seven. You know your limits, just don't overindulge again."

"That was not my intent, B'Elanna informed me…"

"Say no more Seven. I will have a talk with B'Elanna later; she is not off the hook yet. 'Especially after I told her to keep an eye on you,' Use your own judgment and common sense."

"Understood Admiral."

"What I tell you now is not to be repeated to others or to be mentioned where others may hear you. Do you think you can follow this order?"

Seven's expression went cold. "Admiral, If your opinion is that I can not be trusted then refrain from divulging any information."

"Can you be trusted to obey my orders Seven? That's all I'm asking. A simple no or yes will suffice."

Seven's face flushed red. "Yes."

Janeway looked away from Seven to organize her thoughts. She pinched the bridge of her nose and then looked back at her. "Kurros has informed me that he will not give me…Morgan unless I give him the location where the Omega molecule was discovered and the methods we used to contain it for 3.2 seconds. As I recall, we were the only two who knew it was in existence for 3.2 seconds. Seven, how would Kurros know this…after I had ordered no mention be made in any records?"

Seven took a deep breath in surprise and then let it out. "I am at fault. I entered a reference into my personal logs. I encrypted it with Borg codes. I believed this was adequate protection against any attempt to open the log. I…"

Janeway interrupted. "What … reference exactly did you put in your logs?"

Seven recited. "For 3.2 seconds, I saw perfection. Omega. I have no words to describe this phenomenon. I would gladly spend the rest of my life in studying this perfection. I am sure the scientist in Captain Janeway regrets the destruction of all records pertaining to our discovery. However, foremost she is a Starfleet Captain, and will, to the best of her ability follow the dictates of Starfleet. She can do no less."

Janeway got up and walked around her desk to stand in front of Seven who remained in her seat. She folded her arms across her chest. "I realize at that time you often refused to obey my orders. I hope you have learned your lesson. If you want to continue to work for Starfleet Seven, even in a civilian position, you must follow orders. And this means the orders I issue in my position as an Admiral. If you can't do this, then resign your position as a civilian advisor."

Seven stood up, quickly, forcing Janeway to step back. "Do you wish me to also…resign my position as your intended spouse?"

Janeway stepped forward into Seven's space, her eyes fixed on Seven's. "Is that what you want Seven?"

Seven's right eye watered, her nose turning red, her bottom lip slightly trembling. "It is not." '

Ok Katie you've made your point, now kiss and make up'. Janeway stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Seven, pulling her close. Seven lay her cheek against Janeway's head, trying to hold back the tears. Janeway stroked her hair, which was held back in a barrette. "Darling. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love you. I need you in my life."

Seven drew back and looked into Janeway's eyes. "I am sorry that I have failed you."

Janeway brushed a tear from Seven's right cheek. "You haven't failed me. I am to blame. I should have discussed what it means to be a Starfleet Admiral's spouse weeks ago and what behavior is expected when you are working for Starfleet. As for the Omega … log. .. I think you learned a belated but valuable lesson. As for the brawl and ending up in the brig, we will chalk that up also as a lesson learned the hard way." Janeway chuckled."

"Later, I will tell you about the brawl I got involved in when a Cadet, and what punishment was meted out. Right now I want you to go to my restroom and dry your eyes. I plan on taking the most beautiful woman I have ever known out to dinner."

Seven smiled and then she and Janeway moved towards each other and kissed tenderly in an affirmation that their conflict had been resolved.

Chapter Ten

Neelix had no idea what transpired when Kurros communicated with Admiral Janeway. What ever was said did not set well with her as was apparent with his last image of her. She was one pissed off woman. He knew Admiral Janeway well enough to know that getting her angry was not a wise idea. She had a way of evening the score. There were plenty of bullies in the Delta Quadrant who would testify to that. He had sent his 'spies' out a couple of weeks before to observe the Think Tank's ship and make a daily report to him on their movement. So far it had stayed several kilometers from the colony, out of the asteroid field. Several traders had reported that they had done business with Kurros. He had purchased several shields from them. So far it was a total of eight. Kurros also 'rented' space from the colony on one of the asteroids to set them up. He had explained that they were to be used to open the micro wormhole wider by using a gravimetric field from a nearby red dwarf. This would pose no danger to the colony. Kurros stated the wormhole would be opened wide enough to allow Admiral Janeway to enter in a small craft to get her daughter. He had also promised that he would leave the shields and the information on how to use them to the colony as part of the rent payment for Neelix's cooperation. This would open a 'trading' corridor every 32 days to the Alpha Quadrant and his little colony would be on it's way to becoming one of the major powers and trade centers in the Delta Quadrant. Neelix had called a meeting with the colony's council to go over the proposal. Neelix had given them a history of the Think Tank's less then honest dealings. It was decided that Kurros would be allowed to install the shields. However, the colony would post a number of small ships armed with weapons large enough to destroy the shields quickly if it looked like any harm were to come to the colony, other ships or harm to the micro wormhole itself. Neelix relayed this to Kurros with a promise that he would personally hunt him down and destroy them if they broke any of the stipulations or tried any underhanded trick. Kurros assured him that there was no trick. He would make the deal with Admiral Janeway; she would get her daughter and return safely to the Alpha Quadrant. Neelix would have all the information to operate the array and the Think Tank would be on their way. Kurros had refused to reveal what he would get out of it. Neelix would do all he could to keep his promise to Admiral Janeway and Tom Paris. He owed them a lot and he was not a man to forget his friends.

Personal log. Pendolian Stardate. 79427. I am Morgan Edwina Paris-Janeway. This is to be my new name when I go to the Alpha Quadrant. My father called me Morgan. Here with Kurros and the others I am Sprout. One who has emerged or has begun to grow from seed. I am not so obtuse or naive to think they named me this because I had my beginnings as an entirely different species. I was Sprout because I sprung from the seeds of their plans and ambitions. They have nurtured me on knowledge and learning. Now I have grown to become more than what I was. As Morgan, I will continue to grow. What fruit I shall bear remains to be seen.

I find that I am no longer angry at my parents. I am curious about them as I am sure they are curious about me. I am particularly curious about my mother. There was much information regarding her in Voyager's logs. She is strong, she is a leader, she makes decisions and expects them to be followed. Will she relate to me as she does those under her command? I am not her equal for I have no experience in making decisions for others or leading others. I have only recently begun to make decisions for myself. I am particularly intrigued as to her relationship to Seven of Nine. My mother seemed pleased that they are to be mates. On several entries in Voyager's logs, it was noted that Seven of Nine did not adhere to my mother's orders. Perhaps when my mother is not being Admiral, it is Seven of Nine who makes the decisions and my mother follows. I shall observe.

Voyager's logs also references my father on many occasions. He is not a leader as is my mother. Perhaps this is because he is young. He was an integral part of Voyager's operations. I also noted he had a penchant for not adhering to regulations. My mother had to reprimand him on occasion for not following orders. Once she had him put in the brig and also demoted him to a lesser rank. His mate is B'Elanna Torres. She was the chief engineer of Voyager. She was a leader and issued commands to those under her. She was a minor leader though, but still a leader. I wonder if she issues commands to my father and he follows. I shall observe them also. I have a sister. She is an infant. I am curious as to an infant's learning process. I was never an infant but emerged almost mature. I learned quickly. From my studies, humanoid infants do not learn as quickly as I did. This will be interesting to observe. It seems when I go to the Alpha Quadrant I will be engaged in a good amount of observing.

I find that the prospect of going to the Alpha Quadrant is both exciting and sad. Exciting as I shall experience new things and have opportunities to learn and further my development. I am sad because I leave behind me those that were my family. Despite what my purpose is to them and what they truly are, I will miss them. Kurros especially. Perhaps because he looked after my well being and was patient in teaching me. I sense that he will truly miss me and that he does regard me with affection, as I do him. Time and space interact and intersect more than what we know, so perhaps I will see him again one day.

Chapter Eleven

Day 33

Janeway stood in front of her mission operatives and Lieutenant Barclay's team. "Lieutenant Barclay assures me his team can have the Delta Flyer ready in two days. Our departure is three days from now. We will be transported by Enterprise to Deep Space Nine in 3 days at maximum warp. Captain Kira will use the Defiant to open up the wormhole. We have 23 seconds to exit into the Delta Quadrant. We will be approximately 4 hours from our objective at warp seven, which is the Talaxian colony. I'll let B'Elanna explain how we can enter into the colony without our presence being broadcast all over the system."

B'Elanna took Janeway's place at the podium, she held up a small rectangular object the size of a Starfleet communicator badge. "This object is a photon beam projector much like the doctor and holodecks use. This is attached to the out side of your clothing. When activated it admits a holographic disguise around you to make you appear as another person or species. We programmed these to take on the appearance of Talaxians. Should you be scanned, your human or Vulcan physiology will also appear as Talaxian. If the Delta Flyer is scanned, it will read as a small Talaxian trade vessel such as Neelix owns. Hopefully these P'taques do not have instruments that can filter out our devices and discover who you really are. Any questions? Ok Reg, your show."

Reginald took the podium, slightly nervous. "I..I'm here to discuss the artificial singularity…ah…wormhole. This is not a permanent wormhole. It will only remain stable for 23 seconds after opening. This is plenty of time to allow a small vessel, such as the Delta Flyer through. We feel confident that the special shielding on the Flyer will work. Once you are through the wormhole will close. The problem here is that once your mission is accomplished, we will not know it on our end of the wormhole. Therefore, we will open the wormhole at the same coordinates at certain intervals on different dates in hopes that you will be at these coordinates and can return through the wormhole. If you are unable to do so after a set period of days, you will need to contact us through Pathfinder at its next scheduled communications with Mr. Neelix. Seven has the Stardates for the times that the wormhole will be reactivated. Good luck. Hope to see you all safely back and with the Admiral's and Tom's daughter. Rest assured, Commander Torres-Paris and myself will be here covering your backs."

Janeway took the podium again. "Any questions? Yes Tuvok."

"Has Mr. Neelix been informed of our plans?"

"No. When we last spoke, I indicated that we would either converse with him through the Array or come through based on the information Kurros gave us. We are hoping the element of surprise will catch the Thank Tank napping. Hopefully we will be home for the Yule season. At least by Christmas eve or day."

Tom piped up. "Geez. I haven't even started my Christmas shopping yet. Anyone have any ideas what to get an 18 year old girl?"

B'Elanna answered with a smirk. "Her own private com link, key card to the aero car and a credit account."

Everyone laughed save for Tuvok and Seven. The latter thinking she would have to ask Kathryn why that was amusing.

Day 34

Kathryn stood with her hands on her hips surveying Seven's precarious perch on the seat of a dinning room chair. "Seven, please be careful. I don't want you to fall and break that beautiful neck of yours."

Seven held a piece of mistletoe tied with red ribbon. It was an easy reach for her to tack the piece over the wide opening that lead from the living room to the dining room. She gingerly stepped off the chair and moved it a few feet back to the dining room table. Kathryn stepped under the mistletoe and looked up. "That looks very nice darling. Now come over here and let's see if it works."

Seven' quirked her lips in a smile. "I shall comply."

She stepped into Kathryn's arms, putting her arms around her waist and bending her head, pressed her lips to Kathryn's. "There they go again, like chickens after a June bug. Get in here you two and help decorate this tree." Phoebe stood in the living room in front of a green seven foot spruce tree with a box full of antique Christmas ornaments.

Seven broke the kiss and both women smiled at each other then headed toward Phoebe and the tree. Kathryn surveyed the tree. "You get that at Marco's tree farm?"

"Sure did. I cut it myself."

Seven' breathed deeply. "It has a pleasing scent."

Kathryn handed her an ornament to hang. "When we were kids, we always wanted one of those state of the art artificial trees. Mom and Daddy wouldn't hear of it. Now it just wouldn't seem like Christmas without a real tree."

They heard the front door open and the sound of the foyer coat closet being opened then closed. Gretchen came into the living room, cheeks red. "It's starting to snow again. Girls, when you get a chance go out to the aero car and remove the packages and place them under the tree."

Phoebe blurted out. "Oh goody more booty."

Gretchen gave Phoebe an admonishing look. "Don't go shaking and poking the packages. This is some last minute things I picked up for Morgan."

Kathryn smirked and turned to Seven. "Phoebe always rooted out the hiding places for presents. She would try to figure out what was in the wrapped packages."

Phoebe huffed. "It wasn't only me. You did it too."

"Did not. I wanted it to be a surprise on Christmas morning."

"If you say so. What did you get her Sis?"

"Mostly clothes and underwear."

Phoebe nodded. "A girl can't have enough underwear. You can never find a clean pair of undies or bra when you need em."

Gretchen slyly commented. "You could if you did your laundry weekly and not let it pile up."

Phoebe had to have the last word. "See what I mean. You can't have enough underwear. I got her a collection of classic music chips and bath salts, perfume, and lotions. Seven what did you get her, socks and hose? That's another thing you always need."

"My presents are what a girl her age truly appreciates. Her own private com link, and credit account. I would have given her a key card to my vehicle, if I owned one. I gave her one to Kathryn's staff car instead."

Kathryn gave Seven a force ten glare. "Seven?"

Seven smirked. "I bought her a PADD, robe, slippers and pajamas."

Gretchen was sorting through another box of ornaments. "Looks like we got everything covered. I have several coats, items of clothing, hair brush and comb, barrettes of various kinds, certificates for shoes and boots that she can choose herself. And of course the socks to go with them."

Kathryn sighed deeply "I do hope we're back for Christmas, with Morgan."

Seven put her arms around her and drew her close. "We will not fail. That is not an option."

Gretchen went to both women and put her arms around them. "I have a strong feeling she will be with us soon, very soon. It's the same feeling I had when all had given up on you and Voyager."

Phoebe also joined into the group hug. "With a Janeway and Seven of Nine leading the way, I have no doubts when you leave tomorrow, you will find her in time to bring her home for Christmas."

Kathryn smiled her eyes shinning with unshed tears. "Mom, make sure Phoebe doesn't poke and shake the presents that are not hers."

"I give you my word Kathryn; I won't let her do that."

Phoebe protested. "Hey, that's breaking a family tradition you know. Well, I guess I'll have to pass the mantel on to Morgan. You know. Show her all the hiding places and how to peek through the paper without tearing it." All four women laughed.

Chapter Twelve

Day 40

Deep Space Nine

All four of Morgan's rescue team were checking their systems on the Delta Flyer. They had chosen to dress in non issue gray combat long sleeve shirt and trousers tucked into black combat boots. They carried non issue Romulan type phasers and communicators. This way, if scanned, nothing would give off a Starfleet resonance. Seven looked at the stats on her panel. "Defiant has begun to generate a subspace tensor matrix. It will take approximately 1.26 minutes to reach thirty thousand Cochrane range."

Janeway barked orders. "Alright everyone. Make sure you're secure. Tom, get ready to proceed at Seven's Mark. Warp six."

"Aye Admiral."

"Tuvok get weapons on line as soon as we emerge. Never can tell, we might land in a Hirogen hunting pack."

"Weapons systems ready Admiral."

Seven reported "Tensor matrix at twenty thousand Cochrane range, Twenty five thousand Cochrane range, thirty thousand and holding. Defiance's deflectors are beaming magnetron pulse. Singularity opening. Mark."

The Delta Flyer shot into the singularity at warp six. Very little turbulence was felt on board. Colors of the singularity swirled around them as if they were caught in the eye of a hurricane. Seven reported. "13 seconds before singularity collapse. Nine seconds before singularity collapse."

Suddenly, all around them was the inky blackness of space with a smattering of stars. "Good job Tom. Report."

Seven answered "There appears to be no damage to the hull or internal wall shielding."

Tuvok reported. "All weapons and systems on line."

Janeway leaned back in her seat. "Tuvok. Engage our holographic hull disguise. We're in the Delta Quadrant. Never can tell who's lurking around out of sensor range. Tom, keep at warp six until we are within 1000 kilometers of our objective then drop to warp two."

"Aye Admiral."

Janeway tapped the fingers of her right hand on the chair arm and remarked. "The Delta Quadrant where friends are few, foes are plentiful and sometimes you have trouble distinguishing the two."

Neelix was in the kitchen of his modest apartment instructing Brax how to prepare Rytir egg soufflé. He was dressed in a colorful red, orange and purple apron with a matching chef's cap. Brax was dressed similarly. "Just beat it enough to mix the ingredients."

He was interrupted by his wife, Dexa, calling from the living area. "Sweets you have an important call from your secretary."

"Sweets, tell him to take a message, today is my day off."

A few seconds later she came to the kitchen entrance. "He states it is very important. Two traders have news on a Borg sighting close to here and want to meet with you as soon as possible."

Neelix took off his apron and hat. "Humm, that looks stirred enough. Put it in stasis until I return and we will turn out a masterpiece for your mother."

Neelix straighten his coat and sat straight in his chair. He notified his Secretary to send the call to him. The screen went blue and then displayed a scene showing the faces of two Talaxians, one female and one male. It was the female who talked. "I am Quilla and this is Hux, we have important business that we must discuss with you in person."

Neelix paused for a second. "Why can't you tell me over the com link?"

Hux answered "This is of a very sensitive nature and concerns the Borg and our welfare. Can you insure us that your link is 100 safe from tampering?"

Neelix bit his bottom lip. "Where are you now?"

"Our ship is within 2 kilometers of your colony behind a small asteroid. We have transporters and are within transporting range from your coordinates."

"Very well. I give you clearance to transport to these coordinates."

A few seconds later the sound of a transporter was heard and the two Talaxians appeared before his desk. He noted both were taller than the average Talaxian. Hux immediately drew out a device and scanned the room before answering. "All is clear Admiral."

Before Neelix's eyes the forms of the two Talaxians wavered and where replaced with those of Tuvok and Janeway. Neelix stared opened mouthed. "Well Neelix aren't you going to greet two old friends."

Neelix smiled and laughed. "Captain…I mean Admiral and Mr. Vulcan. How did you get here?"

Tuvok lifted one eyebrow. "We transported in according to the coordinates you provided for us."

Janeway smirked "Let's just say we found a back door into the system. We have Seven and Tom on the Delta Flyer, which is disguised as a small Talaxian vessel, much like the one you own."

Neelix beamed "Have them dock at my private area. I will order no one to approach the vessel and station guards. You can all join me for supper. It will be like old times. Why I'm teaching Brax to whip up some Rytir soufflé. There's plenty to go around. Too bad I didn't know you were coming or I would have baked a Leola root pie."

Janeway felt her stomach lurch and she inwardly shuddered but outwardly smiled. "I'm sure Tom will be disappointed. I know I am."

"So you see Admiral Janeway we know the Think Tank is out there but since they keep cloaked we don't know exactly where. My …ah…eyes and ears believe it is near the 3rd asteroid where they sat up their shields. The few times they have de-cloaked is when they used their transporters and it has always been in that area, even when transporting to the colony."

Janeway pinched her nose. "Do they ever come to the colony to trade or bargain?"

Neelix scratched his whiskers. "They have only been here two times. Or I should say Kurros has been here twice and the tall reptilian once with Kurros and your daughter. This was on the last date you communicated with him. Any other dealings we have had have been via their holographic communications and always with Kurros. The same when purchasing something they need from other traders. Kurros makes the deal by holographic imaging and they beam the articles to the ships and the ships beam their items to them."

Janeway looked at her crew. "Any ideas how we can get them to de-cloak or better yet lure Kurros into beaming somewhere to nab him?"

Tuvok spoke up. "How did they set up the shields?"

"They beamed them into place and hired a Talaxian crew, through me, to finish the details. I picked the crew myself. Hey, wait, Kurros was on the surface to direct what they wanted done."

"Tuvok's eyebrows slightly twitched. "Admiral, If somehow a few of the shields were displaced I believe they would again need to hire a crew to help realign them. This would require supervision. The ship would also need to de-cloak to transport Kurros to the surface. The Delta Flyer could be nearby and transport Morgan from the ship before it cloaks."

Janeway gave a feral smiled. "Better yet. We could have you and me as part of the work crew and take Kurros hostage. As a little extra insurance. Seven, you will transport Morgan off their ship. Tom, as soon as you have her, get the hell out of weapon's range. Hide in the asteroid field. Tuvok and I can always get back via the ship the crew transported in."

Neelix rubbed his hands together in glee. "Not to worry Admiral, the crew transport stays on the surface to take the crew back when finished."

Seven coolly inquired. "How are we to interfere with the alignment of the shields without being detected? It would be logical for them to monitor the shields constantly would it not?"

There was silence for a few long seconds as everyone tried to think of a plausible solution. Neelix blurted out. "Space Pirates. We recently had a small pirate ship come through and steal a few construction items from the surface of our asteroid. It was one of those hit and run jobs. I have just the fellow in my employ who can carry this off. Grab a couple of shields and be gone before their sensors pick it up."

Janeway again bared her teeth in a predatory smile. "Let's do it."

Day 42

Janeway and Tuvok were sitting in the small transport ship with four Talaxians hand picked by Neelix to assist in fine tuning the two replacement shields. Neelix had arranged for the disappearance of two of the shields within four hours after their dinner. A few minutes after the heist was done. Neelix issued a general alert to the colony and surrounding vessels to take extra precautions as known pirates were in the vicinity. Six hours after the alert, Neelix's operatives reported that the Think Tank had purchased two shields from a nearby trade ship. The next day, Neelix was contacted by Kurros, or a holographic image of Kurros, to hire six workers to be on the asteroid surface, at a specified coordinate, early the following day. Both Janeway and Tuvok were decked out in Talaxian space suits complete with helmets and a small nondescript equipment bag which contained hand phasers. Their helmets contained a small radio device tuned to a special narrow band frequency in order to communicate with the Delta Flyer. Hopefully the Think Tank would not pick it up. If they did it would take some time to separate it from the scrambling code that Seven had devised. They had activated their holographic disguises before donning the suits. Janeway squirmed in her seat, disturbing Tuvok who gave her a speculative look. "My back itches. Why is it some part of me itches when I can't scratch it?"

"Perhaps it is your imagination."

"It sure doesn't feel like my imagination."

A few minutes later the small vessel set down on the surface and all the crew departed. They were to wait until Kurros arrived to begin. Of course all the crew was Neelix's operatives. As soon as he beamed down, he would be taken into custody. Hopefully, Seven and Tom would have Morgan.

A few minutes later Kurros beamed down. He wore a bulky light blue space suit and round clear helmet. Much like the ones seen on Tom's old 20th century movies. He was immediately surrounded by all six of the crew. Before he realized what what was transpiring, Janeway and Tuvok had their phasers trained on him. Janeway's voice was disguised. "Kurros, put your hands behind your back, don't even think about contacting your ship."

Kurros stood frozen to the spot "What is the meaning of this?"

"Do it." Janeway motioned for Tuvok and another of the crew to take his arms and put them behind his back. And cuff him.

Kurros protested. "Why are you doing this? What do you want?"

Janeway glared at him through her helmet. "Shut up and don't try anything. If we see you starting to transport our phasers will be emptied on you. Your colleagues will get back charred pieces."

Janeway thought for sure she would have gotten a message from Seven. She looked at Tuvok. "Hux, any news?"

"Negative."

Just then they both picked up Seven's voice. "Alpha to Delta."

"Go ahead Alpha."

"We have failed to get a lock on our target. An unknown shielding device interfered with our attempts. They have cloaked."

Janeway took a deep breath. "Understood, lock on these coordinates. Three to beam up."

Kurros materialized with the two others on the bridge of a small ship. He was momentarily stunned to come face to face with Seven of Nine. He quickly gained his composure and surveyed his surroundings, spotting Tom Paris at the helm. His helmet was removed by one of his captors "This is clearly Janeway's doing. Where is she?"

The smaller of the Talaxians had taken off her helmet and was removing her space suit. Her image flickered for a moment to be replaced by Janeway. "Seven. Scan him for any weapons and communications device. Have him remove his suit very carefully. Kill him if he even looks like he is starting to transport."

Janeway glanced over at the view screen and noted their route was through a lot of asteroid and debris fields. She turned her attention back to her…guest. "Have a seat Kurros."

Seven pushed him into a nearby seat. Both she and Tuvok had phasers trained on him. Janeway stood above with her hands on her hips and glared hard at him. "Why couldn't we transport my daughter off of your ship?"

Kurros smiled sweetly. "Why Admiral, we knew you would try something like this so we put up a field to prevent any attempt to use your transporter."

"Is there anyway around this field? I warn you, answer truthfully."

"Or what…Admiral."

Janeway gritted her teeth and slapped him hard across the face. "Starfleet regulations carry no weight here Kurros. This is a personal matter. Now talk or I will take pieces out of you until you do. Understand?"

Kurros rubbed his left cheek, which was turning red. "There is no way to shut it off except from the ship. We made sure of that."

"Tuvok, hail their ship. Tom, if they answer, take us to the spot the communications originate from." Janeway kept her features hard as she continued to stare at Kurros who actually quavered.

Tuvok informed, "I'm getting no response Admiral."

"Alright Kurros, you understand the routine."

Kurros swallowed hard. "They will not answer except on the frequency of my communications device."

Seven located the device which was removed from Kurros' suit and handed to Janeway. She held the small flat silver disk up to Kurros. "Hail them"

"Open channel. This is Kurros, Admiral Janeway is here and needs to speak, please open com channel on the frequency they are using. Do not, I repeat do not attempt to transport me."

A few seconds later X92 was seen on the screen, his tinny voice demanding, "Give us what we want Admiral and we will give you your daughter."

Janeway snorted. "Do you speak for your collective?"

"This is Bevvox speaking through X92. I am the leader."

"Very well, Bevvox. You know we have Kurros. We propose a trade. My daughter for the safe return of your colleague."

"No. You may do to Kurros as you wish Admiral. We can function without him. Your daughter for the Omega information."

"If I give you this information, how do I know I will get my daughter, unharmed?"

"We have no use for her save as a tool for your cooperation. I warn you Admiral. I will review the information you send to check for it's validity, both for the area you located it in and for the method of containment Seven of Nine used. If either looks to be a deception, I will have your daughter terminated slowly before your eyes."

Janeway managed to keep her command presence. "Give us time to prepare to send the information to you. We do not have it in our computers and Seven must download it before we can send it. We will need at least an hour."

"No Admiral. You have 10 minutes. We will contact you again."

The com link was broken. Seven looked at Janeway. "I can download the information in less then 2 minutes Admiral. "

"No Seven. I will not give them the information." She looked again at Kurros. "If she is hurt, you will die by inches and beg me to kill you quickly."

Kurros looked decidedly upset. "Admiral, do with me as you wish. What they say is true. They will kill your daughter. I can perhaps prevent that from happening. Let me return and I will tell them I have the information. While they are confirming it, I will disable the shields to allow you to transport her off the ship."

Janeway snorted. "Not a chance Kurros. I don't trust you."

"Admiral please, I love Sprout as if she were my own. I swear to you, if there was another way, I would tell you. The only thing I have to do is beam on board the ship, tell them I have the information and disable the field. I will also disable the cloak. This will allow you to target our propulsion. They will not suspect. It will only take a few seconds."

Janeway looked into Kurros' eyes. "If you do what you say, what will become of you."

Kurros smiled sadly. "They may kill me Admiral. Perhaps slower then what you would. But Sprout will be where she belongs, safe, with you."

Before Janeway could reply, Tuvok interrupted. "Admiral, a small cylindrical object six meters in length and nine meters in circumference has emerged from a space approximately 3.1 Kilometers to our Starboard It is heading towards us at sub warp."

Chapter Thirteen

Morgan had just entered the galley to prepare herself a light lunch when the lights began to flash amber. This was only used if there was a possible threat to the ship. She exited the galley and ran down the short corridor to her quarters. She went to her hobby table and pulled her small radio receiver out of its hiding place in a box of innocuous electronics parts. She could only pick up X92's voice and that of Fennin's. Apparently, someone was attempting to scan the ship, for what reason they could not discern. She decided she would use the air conduit to take her to the Bridge where she would be close enough to intercept the thought speech of Xyglys and Bevvox. She would just have to put up with a headache and nosebleed. She tied her hair back and quickly put on a pair of dark blue overalls. She pushed her desk over to the vent and placed the chair on top of it. She climbed up on the desk and then stood on the chair. Pushing the vent grate open and out of the way, she pulled herself up into the dusty cramped corridor. She followed the iridescent paint markers until she came to the branch that led to the Bridge. She could already pick up the spoken voices. She stealthily crept close to the Bridge grate. Now she could use her mind to pick up the 'speak' thoughts of Bevvox and Xyglys. They were speculating on who had attempted to scan them and if they should contact Kurros. She heard the ship being hailed. Bevvox ordered that no one acknowledge. A few seconds later, a hail was coming from Kurros.

Morgan felt that her heart had somehow lodged in her throat. Her mother was here and demanding her release in exchange for Kurros! Morgan felt the warmth of blood drip from her nose onto her upper lip and wiped at her nose with her sleeve. The sides of her head began to tighten, a sure sign of an approaching headache. She could not stop now; they were discussing her. What she heard next almost made her blood freeze and her breath stop. Bevvox would kill her if Janeway did not acquiesce to his demands. The communications were cut. She heard, in her mind, Bevvox order Fennin to get her and bring her to the Bridge. She was stunned. She felt faint, and her heart pounded so hard it would surely explode. What should she do? Run; get off the ship, but how? The escape pods. She scurried along the conduit, and came to the junction where the tunnels branched. Which one, which way? Yes, there are the yellow paint marks. She hurried quickly along, knowing that Fennin would be at her door by now. He would hail her, and if she did not answer in a minute or two, he would open the door to her room and see the chair on her desk. He would observe the open conduit grate and contact one of the others to track her through her implanted translation chip. Time seemed to crawl though she was making good progress. Finally, she was at the grate to the pod bay. She kicked the grate out with her feet and dropped to the deck in a crouch. Quickly, she got to her feet and scrambled to the nearest pod. Opening it, she jumped in, seated herself at the main control panel, and pressed the launch button. She was immediately surrounded by a safety harness then heard the short count down for launch: "5, 4, 3, 2, 1." She was slammed back in her seat and felt momentarily crushed by the abrupt acceleration. The pod headed away from the ship at sub warp. A distress signal immediately activated. She was shivering from both fear and adrenalin. Her chest hurt, and she found it hard to breathe. 'Please, Mother, I hope you are nearby to get me off this thing." She felt a momentary disorientation and noted her vision suddenly blur then focus. "Mother?"

"Admiral, life sign readings from the pod are human. I am initiating transport." Tuvok's voice was calm and cool.

Janeway looked towards the small transport area and heard the whine as a figure materialized. She was shocked at the appearance of a dirty, bedraggled humanoid with a blood-smeared face. Even more shocked when the figure looked at her and exclaimed. "Mother?"

She quickly recovered herself, "Morgan! " She looked her up and down for injuries. "Sit down over here." She indicated a chair against the bulkhead. Seven was already there with a medical scanner and immediately began running it over the obviously shaken and shivering young woman. Janeway turned to look over her shoulder towards the helm. "Tom, take us out of here, maximum warp towards our rendezvous point. Tuvok, set shields to stop any attempt at transport. Seven, contact Neelix and tell him thanks for his help." Janeway took the scanner from Seven and checked the readings. They appeared to be within the normal range, no injuries despite the blood. She went to a nearby cabinet and returned with a blanket. Kneeling beside her daughter, she wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. "Here, this will keep you warm."

Kurros came up to Morgan and knelt at her other side. "Sprout, know that I would never harm you."

Janeway gave him a force ten stare. Morgan nodded her head, still shivering and unable to speak. Janeway retrieved the medical kit, removed a hypospray, and inserted a vial. "Kurros, does she have any allergies to medications or any other substance?"

"None that I have found, Admiral."

Janeway looked down at Morgan. "Morgan, I'm going to give you something to make you feel better. It will not hurt, I promise." She gave her daughter a reassuring smile. Janeway placed the hypospray onto her neck and injected the medication. A few seconds later Morgan stopped shivering. She looked at Janeway and smiled shyly. Janeway returned the smile.

Tom walked up to the two, informing Janeway, "Seven has taken the helm." He then studied his daughter, smiling widely. "Hi…I'm glad to see you again. I mean, I'm glad to see you here, with us. Uh, is there anything I can get you?"

"Water, please?" She said almost in a whisper. Morgan rubbed her hands, which were dirty, over her face, in an attempt to remove the grime and blood, only making it worse.

Janeway stood up and glared over at a now standing Kurros. "Is this the state you keep her in? Filthy and unkempt?"

Before he could answer, Morgan said, "I crawled through the air conduits to escape to the pod, It was dusty and dirty."

Kurros added. "I assure you, Admiral, Sprout has good grooming habits. I am curious to find out about her escape."

Before Morgan could answer, Janeway interceded. "All in good time."

Tom returned with a large glass of water, "Here you go. Admiral Janeway, I mean your mother, can show you where to clean up. Tom looked at Kurros. "You can come with me to the front. Don't try any funny stuff or I'll make you suck space vacuum."

Kurros and Tom departed, and Janeway touched Morgan on her shoulder. "Here, I'll show you where the facilities are. We have a small sonic shower, toilet, and sink. I'll show you how to operate them, and get you some clean clothes to wear." Morgan stood, and Janeway placed her hand on her elbow to guide her. She noted that Morgan was a few inches taller then herself and of a slender build. Janeway showed her the facilities and then opened a nearby bin and looked through the packaged clothing, retrieving a Starfleet issue undershirt and underwear, sweater and outer pants that she thought were in her daughter's size range. She also gave her a kit containing a brush, comb, toothbrush, and other toiletry items and instructed her on the use of the facilities. "I will be right outside the door if you need anything."

Janeway closed the door to give Morgan privacy. Seven came up to her and inquired, "Kathryn, what is the status of her condition?"

"She appears fine except for some initial shock and a nose bleed."

Seven studied Janeway closely. "What is the status of your condition, Kathryn?"

Janeway sighed. "I'm fine." She paused for a second and added, "You know, Seven, our plan went well up to the point Kurros' cohorts decided not to trade for him. I was almost ready to trust him and go along with his ideas. It seems Morgan somehow figured out what was going on and escaped on her own. I have yet to get the details of how she managed to do so."

Seven lifted her left eyebrow and replied, "She has undoubtedly inherited her ability to extract herself from dangerous situations from you, Kathryn."

Janeway snorted. "Or from Tom".

Seven disagreed. "I think not. After all, Kathryn, he was unable to extract himself from the situations which caused him to be demoted and incarcerated in the brig for 30 days."

Janeway snickered. "You have a point there, Seven. Let's hope she has inherited Tom's good qualities."

"And they would be?"

Janeway rolled her eyes. "Seven, I hope you are being facetious."

Seven smirked. "Perhaps."

Morgan sat quietly drinking milk and eating a light lunch of tomato soup. Her father had recommended it, telling her it was one of his favorite foods. She liked the taste and wondered what other foods from her parents' culture she would enjoy. She had answered all of her mother's questions pertaining to her escape. Janeway had commented at the end of the questioning, "Clever girl. I am impressed. You showed initiative and Ingenuity."

Morgan blushed, "Thank you."

Kurros was amused that she had used her learning toys to construct listening devices. "Admiral, we have underestimated her intelligence and ingenuity just as we underestimated yours."

Janeway replied, "The one thing I learned as a Captain was never take anyone or anything for granted."

Morgan was pleased that Kurros would be taken back to the Alpha Quadrant. Janeway had warned him that he could face charges for attempting extortion of a Starfleet officer, but that she would consider dropping charges if he would work for Starfleet in his capacity as a scientist. He had agreed. "I, like Spr…Morgan, have known nothing but the Think Tank since early childhood. I believe it is time for me to discover what it means to live on my own and make decisions on what I think best without approval from others."

Janeway warned him, "Just remember, I will be watching. And any of your prior 'charity' work will not be tolerated."

Kurros grinned, "Agreed, Admiral."

Morgan was particularly interested in Seven of Nine. She covertly watched her as she checked various readings and interacted with others. She noted that Seven frequently watched her mother. When she conversed with her mother, Seven's whole demeanor changed from cool indifference to warm awareness. Seven had not initiated a conversation with her, nor had Tuvok. She wondered if this were a Borg trait and if Tuvok had also been a Borg. She was reaching for her glass of milk when a piercing pain shot through her head and then…blackness. Janeway had noted that Morgan was finishing up her meal and went to the replicator to request a small bowl of vanilla pudding for her daughter's dessert. She had just turned around when Morgan cried abruptly and pitched out of her seat onto the floor. She started thrashing violently. Janeway ran to her and knelt by her side, trying to hold her. Seven was by her side with the scanner and medical kit. "She has increased brain neural patterns initiating from a very minute area behind her right ear."

Kurros, his voice excited, blurted out, "They are sending an energy pulse though her translation implant. Hail them, Admiral, before they kill her."

Tuvok reported, "Admiral, I cannot filter out the signal, nor can I locate the ship. The signal seems to be originating at various coordinates, and the ship remains cloaked."

Kurros reached out and stopped Janeway from giving Morgan an injection. "No. That may cause further damage and will have no effect on the implant."

Janeway raised her voice in distress, "Hail them!"

Immediately, Fennin came on the views screen. Seven held Morgan while Janeway rose and looked at the screen, her face twisted in rage. "Stop what you're doing, you're killing her."

Fennin replied, "The information Janeway, now, or watch her die slowly before your eyes."

Seven shouted out. "I have her stabilized; however, my nanoprobes are quickly being neutralized by an unknown energy pulse from her implant. I can continue to transfer my nanoprobes for approximately four minutes until mine are depleted."

Janeway immediately cut communications. She turned to Seven and noted Morgan had stopped the seizures and was lying without movement on the deck with Seven's assimilation tubules in her neck. Janeway felt immediate alarm and revulsion at seeing what Seven was doing. She felt a sudden panic grip her and experienced a vivid flashback of assimilation tubules painfully injected into her own neck. She forcefully squelched the panic; realizing Seven was attempting to save her daughter's life.

Tom shouted at Janeway from his pilot's seat, his voice on the verge of panic, "Do something, Admiral, give them the damn information."

Janeway quickly grabbed Kurros and pushed him forcefully against the bulkhead. She growled in his face, "How do we stop them?"

Kurros was pale, he licked his upper lip. "The implant must be surgically removed. When attached to the skull, under the skin, microscopic fibers filtrate through the bone and attach themselves to the brain. You do not have the equipment here to remove it."

Janeway gritted her teeth. "This is more than a translation device, what else is its function?"

"It enhances any abilities she has to communicate by thought."

Janeway pushed her elbow against his throat. "You had better find a solution, and quick."

He coughed and wheezed but managed to say in a raspy voice, "There is another way which I believe will work. Allow me to contact the ship and tell them I am in the process of obtaining the information from Seven. I will input the code into an information chip to shut down all systems in the ship. My colleagues will want to verify the information. When on board, I will download the chip. The ship will drop its cloak and shields. Target the engines and communications. This is our only chance to save her."

Janeway eased back and let him go. She commanded him in a stern voice. "Do it."

Tuvok had just hailed the Think Tank vessel, and Fennin appeared on screen. Kurros stepped forward in front of the screen and smiled. "You can stop now; we have gotten what we want. The Borg is downloading the information as we speak. She should be finished in 5 minutes. I will beam back aboard with the information."

Fennin hesitated then stated, "Bevvox states three minutes."

"Very well, I am sure she can do it in three."

Communications were cut. Kurros went immediately to a console and Janeway handed him a small crystal chip to insert into the computer. "Do you have time to enter the code?"

"Oh yes, Admiral. Plenty of time. In fact it is done just about…now."

Seven's voice was strained as she stated, "Kathryn, I can only continue for 60 seconds."

Kurros stood. "Admiral, take good care of her. She is someone special. Tell her I am sorry. And that I love her."

Janeway nodded. "Kurros, for what it's worth, thank you for what you're doing and thank you for my daughter. Tuvok, open communications and prepare to transport."

Kurros faced the screen as Fennin came into view. "I have it. They will transport me in 10 seconds." Communications were cut, and Kurros stepped onto the small pad.

Tuvok reported, "Admiral, their ship is ready for transport. I am transporting now."

Janeway heard the low whine and watched a sadly smiling Kurros dematerialize. "Get those phasers and torpedoes ready. As soon as they appear and their shields are down, fire at targeted areas." Janeway turned to look at her daughter and Seven. Seven had removed her tubules and was sitting wanly by Morgan, who remained prone but was starting to moan a little.

"Weapons have hit targeted areas, Admiral."

She turned to the screen in time to see several explosions from the Think Tank ship. Tuvok turned to her and said, "Their ship's engines have been destroyed as well as their communication array."

Janeway let out a long sigh. "Tuvok, take over for Tom for a while."

"Yes, Admiral."

Janeway quickly went over to where Seven and Morgan were. She knelt on the floor and picked up the medical scanner. She ran the device over her daughter's head, hoping there was no brain injury. She closed her eyes and let out her breath. Morgan showed no sign of brain damage. Morgan groaned again, and her hands went up to her temples. "My head hurts."

Janeway patted her shoulder. "I'm giving you something for the pain and to relax you." She reached over for the medical kit and took out a small vial and inserted it in the hypospray. She administered the injection on the opposite side of the neck from where Seven had inserted her tubules.

Tom quickly knelt beside her. "She's ok, Tom. Just a bad headache. I gave her something for the pain and to relax her."

"I'm going to let down one of the cots and put her in it. I'll stay with her for awhile."

Janeway nodded. "That's a good idea, Tom"

Tom got up to go to a back bulkhead to pull out a cot and cover it with sheets and retrieve a pillow from a bin. He returned and Janeway helped him get an unsteady Morgan to her feet. Tom then picked her up in his arms and carried her to the cot.

Janeway turned to Seven and ran the device over her. Seven looked at her and smiled. "I will need to regenerate when we are back home."

Janeway leaned over and hugged her. "Thank you, darling, for protecting my daughter. I'm glad you came with us. Without you and your nanoprobes she may have died."

Seven nodded. "I could do no less, Kathryn. She is your daughter, Gretchen's granddaughter, and Phoebe's niece. She is also my daughter."

Janeway stroked Seven's cheek. "That she is, darling, that she is. Now, I'm ordering you to go rest. Tuvok and I can handle everything until we get to the rendezvous point."

Seven stood and wryly stated, "Aye…Admiral."

Janeway tried to give her a command stare. "See that it's done." Seven smirked slightly and headed towards the back for a much needed rest.

Chapter Fourteen

Morgan had never seen so many sentient beings in her life. She stood on Deep Space Nine's upper level and viewed the busy concourse below. She had, of course, read about and studied different species but had never had the chance to meet any, save for the members of the Think Tank and a few of the Talaxians at the colony. She had been allowed to transport down to a planet once with Kurros and Fennin, but it was unoccupied except by non sentient life forms and fauna. Tom was by her left side, also surveying the scene. "Hey, want me to get you something to drink?"

Morgan glanced at him and smiled "Thank you, no. Father, will I receive another implant, or will I have to wear this translation device all the time?"

"Well, you will just have to learn standard Federation when we get home. Really, the only time anyone uses a translator is when we leave earth. Unless you go to some of those places on earth where they hold to regional languages."

Morgan pointed to the crowd below. "There is Mother and Seven."

Tom waved. "Hey you two, wait there, and we'll be right down."

Captain Kira Nerys was accompanying them. The women stopped and waited by the side of a small Kiosk. When Tom and Morgan reached them, Janeway informed him, "Tuvok is delivering the Delta Flyer to the Bravo's shuttle bay now. We leave in 20 minutes. Captain Kira, let me introduce you to my daughter, Morgan."

Captain Kira smiled warmly. "Welcome to Deep Space Nine. How are you feeling?"

Morgan smiled shyly, "I am well, thank you. Dr. Bashir said I may have a headache for awhile, but, so far, I have none."

"That is very good. I wish you could stay longer. I would like to show you the station."

Janeway stated, "Some other time, Captain. Right now I want to get my daughter home for Christmas."

Captain Kira nodded. "Ah yes, one of earth's major religious celebrations. There are many on the station who celebrate it also."

Tom snorted. "Yeah, I see Quark's got his Christmas decorations up and is offering some special drink called 'Jingle Bell Sleigh Ride'."

Captain Kira smirked. "Better that than what he called his special last year…'Jesus Juice'. He offended many of the followers of that particular religion. I had to order him to change the name to something that wasn't offensive. Quark actually believed that naming an alcoholic beverage after a deity was a way of paying homage."

Janeway and Paris laughed. The story was lost on Morgan and Seven, who had puzzled expressions. Janeway declared, "Guess we should be heading out. Captain Kira, thank you for your cooperation. I hope to visit here again, and not in an official capacity."

"Admiral Janeway, I am happy that this turned out well for you. And you too, Lieutenant Paris. She looked at Morgan. "It was nice meeting you. You must visit sometime. I will personally take you on a short trip through the wormhole."

Morgan's eyes lit up. "I would like that, Captain Kira."

"Good, I will escort you all to your ship."

Janeway, Seven, and Morgan were given the largest of the V.I.P quarters on Bravo. Tuvok and Tom shared the smaller one, which was still spacious. Janeway used her authority as Admiral to tell Captain Wingate to proceed to earth at maximum warp. This was the first time he had met the Admiral. At first glance, she wasn't what he expected. After all the stories making the rounds of Starfleet about some of her adventures in the Delta Quadrant, he had expected her to be tall and Amazonian. However, it didn't take him long to see the presence of authority and strength of character in the way she carried herself. She exuded power and surety in her walk, stance and speaking. He had a feeling she would be a major force in shaping Starfleet in the years to come. Other admirals, like Hayes and Paris, would long be forgotten, but the name Janeway would go down in Starfleet history.

Seven was instructing Morgan on how to play Kadis Kot while Kathryn was using Captain Wingate's ready room to prepare reports for Starfleet on their mission. So far they were tied at 2 games apiece. Seven had won the first two, but Morgan soon evened the score. Seven was impressed with her ability to learn the game so rapidly. Seven was setting the board up for game number five, when Morgan let out a big yawn. "You require sleep. We shall participate in this activity at another time."

Morgan didn't say anything for a moment then looked at Seven inquiringly. "May I ask you a question?"

"You may."

"What are my mother's expectations for me?"

Seven lifted her left eyebrow in surprise. "Why do you not ask her?"

Morgan momentarily dropped her eyes then looked back up. "I…I do not know. I…am uncertain how I should be around her."

Seven was surprised at the uncertainty in the young woman's voice. Morgan, despite her age and lack of experience, had an air of confidence in her bearing. Seven turned her head slightly to look more closely at Morgan with her eye implant, as if she could somehow 'see' what was causing her uncertainty. "She will expect you to be yourself; why would she expect otherwise?"

Morgan thought, 'Be myself. I do not know myself any longer'. "When she severed you from the Borg, did she not expect you to become human?"

"Perhaps. That may have been her expectation when she first severed me. However, I will never be completely human, and Kathryn has come to accept that fact and to value many of my Borg attributes. Kathryn loves me, Seven of Nine. If I should lose the part of myself that is Borg, I would not be the individual to whom she has given her love."

Morgan thought for a moment. "I was not born genetically human as were you. She may not accept me as she has you."

Seven then understood that Morgan feared rejection from Kathryn. Perhaps, fearing that Kathryn would reject her as she had done in the past when Morgan was in her original form. And rejection not only from Kathryn, but also from others, just as she had been rejected by those in the Think Tank, who had reared her. Seven knew what it was to be rejected. For so long, she herself was rejected by many on Voyager. She now understood that Morgan's seemingly confident bearing was a facade. Seven had hid behind a facade of superiority. "Your concerns are unfounded. Kathryn is accepting of the differences in others. In her capacity as a Starfleet Officer, she has had the opportunity to interact with non humans and many differing points of view and personalities. Indeed, she has realized that those individuals that do not share her particular beliefs or background may have solutions to problems she may encounter in her role as an officer. She has found, and still seeks counsel from many of these individuals. And has given them her trust and friendship. Commander Tuvok is one such individual."

Morgan wrinkled her brow in thought. "Was he not Borg like you?"

"No. He was assimilated by the Borg for a short period of time. However, he does not retain the existential elements that would make him Borg. He is Vulcan. Both Vulcans and Borg are logical in their approach to solving problems. However, Vulcans think as individuals, and control emotions. Logic is their goal. They recognize the importance of diversity: 'Infinite diversity, infinite combinations'. Borg are not individuals but are one unthinking part of the whole. Diversity is not valued as it does not lead to Perfection. Logic is a means to obtain Perfection, which is the goal of the Borg. Emotions are irrelevant, individual thought is irrelevant, and uniqueness is irrelevant except in so much as it can be assimilated and used to obtain Perfection."

Morgan gave Seven a quizzical look. "Do you wish to obtain Perfection?"

Seven's lips quirked upwards in an amused smile. "What is Perfection, Morgan Paris-Janeway? Since being severed from the collective I have discovered that there are as many interpretations of Perfection as there are individuals in the Universe. I believe that the Borg definition of Perfection is flawed. Perfection is an individual goal, towards which each strives but will never achieve. It is fluid and never constant, changing definitions as you journey towards it. To achieve Perfection is to stagnate. However, the journey you take toward Perfection is to experience immense satisfaction in the many and varied steps that you accomplish."

Morgan thought for awhile while Seven put away the game. She then tipped her head to one side and repeated to herself. "Infinite diversity, infinite combinations. I like that."

Seven gave one of her megawatt smiles. "Indeed."

Chapter Fifteen

USS Bravo made the trip from Deep Space Nine to McKinley Station in 70 hours 46 minutes and 37 seconds. In Indiana it was 12:30 AM December 25, Christmas Day. When Morgan and her rescuers departed the ship, they were met by Gretchen, Phoebe, Owen Paris, Rachel Paris, B'Elanna, and a sleeping Miral. Morgan did not know how to react to the attention she received from adoring grandparents, stepmother, and aunt. She behaved in a polite but reserved manner. She blushed frequently, only speaking when spoken to. Owen had obtained one of Starfleet's Ambassadorial shuttles to take them back to Earth. He obtained special clearance to deliver the Janeway family practically to their doorstep. The Paris family and Tuvok were going back to San Francisco where Tuvok would go to the Vulcan Embassy. The Paris' would return later Christmas Day for dinner at the Janeway residence. Upon arriving home, at 1:25 AM, all retired to get much needed rest for the big day the next morning. Morgan was given her mother's old room. She felt confused and bewildered and missed Kurros. She hoped he was well and the others would not harm him. She turned her head into her pillow and cried herself to sleep.

Kathryn lay in bed watching Seven regenerating in her Alcove. She could not sleep. Seven had stated she would only need three hours to regenerate, and replete her nanoprobes. Kathryn thought about Morgan. She felt uneasy around her, not sure how to relate to an eighteen year old, who just happened to be her daughter. She knew how to relate to Cadets and green ensigns her daughter's age and a few years older. She was their Superior. Rules were in place for protocol. There were no rules that she knew to establish protocol when it came to relating to one's children. She would have to seek her mother's advice on this one. Who should know but Mom, after having to raise two daughters from birth to adulthood. It bothered her that Morgan seemed reticent and awkward in her presence, perhaps picking up on Kathryn's own uneasiness and uncertainty. Morgan had no problems seeking Seven's advice and counsel in the short time they were together. Seven herself was attentive and seemed to enjoy her role as mentor. Morgan also seemed to be comfortable around Tom, listening attentively to his stories. Kathryn made mention of this to Seven a few hours before reaching McKinley Station. Seven informed her that perhaps Morgan feared rejection. Kathryn could not understand why Morgan would feel that she would reject her. Why did she not feel that about Tom? "Kathryn, what she learned about you she learned from Voyager's logs. You were, and remain, the Alpha. You decided what course we should take. In a sense, you decided who lived and who died, by your decisions to place your subordinates in situations that could cost and did cost lives. In your role as Admiral, you still retain this power. It is your decisions regarding her that truly matter. It is you who must explain to her that you did not knowingly reject her by leaving her and her siblings behind. It is you who must accept her for what she is, just as you have accepted me. She seeks my counsel because she recognizes that we are similar. She has had no childhood and was not raised among humans. I cannot remember mine and was raised Borg. Tom is not your equal. If he should reject her, it would hurt. However, your rejection would devastate her. You, Kathryn, are her Mother; you are now the most important person in her life. You are the one individual whose opinions and expectations for her will matter most. Indeed. You Kathryn, know that choices in life are often based on what one perceives will please a parental figure."

Kathryn knew Seven was right and she asked, "How did you become so wise, Seven?"

"I am Borg."

Christmas Morning started at 8:00 AM with Seven and Gretchen preparing breakfast. Earlier, Seven had finished regenerating and crawled into bed and cuddled close to Kathryn, her front against Kathryn's back. Kathryn was sleeping soundly as evidenced by her breathing, the rhythm which soon lulled Seven into sleep. Now, Phoebe opened the back door and stomped the snow off her boots, Gretchen complaining about the melting snow and how Phoebe better clean it up before someone slips and breaks their neck. Kathryn was soon up and stealing a piece of crisp bacon before the platter was set on the table. Gretchen, catching her, gave her an admonishing look. "Kathryn, go wake Morgan and get her down here for breakfast."

Kathryn went up the stairs thinking, 'This is unbelievable. I have a daughter. Whether I like it or not, I'm her mother. Who would have thought?' She knocked on the door and heard a loud groan. "Morgan. Time to get up." A few seconds later the door was opened by a sleepy Morgan with rumpled hair, wearing a long sleeve night shirt with her universal translator pinned on the front. "Morgan, put your housecoat on and the slippers Mom gave you and come on downstairs. You may want to wash your face and comb your hair before you do. 'Gods, listen to me, sounding like a mother already'. I'll wait for you if you like".

"Thank you, Mother."

Kathryn walked into the dining room with Morgan behind her. Everyone inquired if she had a good night. Conversation was kept light. Morgan seemed to enjoy the scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, and biscuit with honey but would not touch the bacon when she found out it was once a living animal. Gretchen gave Kathryn a look that told her she had better have a discussion with her daughter concerning her eating habits. After all, this was a traditionalist homestead. Morgan had seconds of everything. Kathryn was sure this would please Mom as she was a devout believer that breakfast was the most important meal of the day.

Morgan sat with Phoebe by the lit Christmas tree. Since she could not read English it was her job to hand Phoebe the gifts, while Phoebe handed the correct one to each woman. Kathryn and Seven sat close together on the couch, and Gretchen took the easy chair. Morgan was not only excited by her presents but loved to see what everyone else received. Finally, Phoebe came to the largest package under the tree. It stood a good 4 feet tall and 3 feet around. "Now for the one everyone has been dying to know what is in it. This is Seven's from Kathryn."

Phoebe pushed it over to Seven, who looked at it curiously. Phoebe huffed, "Come on, Seven, the suspense is killing me. I can't imagine what's in it, unless it's air as it weighs next to nothing and doesn't make any noise when I shake it."

Kathryn exclaimed. "Phoebe, One day you're going to shake the wrong package, and it will explode in your face."

Seven stood up and ripped the wrapping paper off. She opened the top and peeked inside. She reached her hand in and started pulling out tissue paper. There seemed to be no end to it. Morgan couldn't stand it and got up to look into the box on the other side from Seven. Seven had to bend over to remove all the paper, finally having to tip the box on its side and slowly pour the contents out. At last she came to a small stuffed brown teddy bear and removed it from the tissue paper lying on the floor.

Phoebe exclaimed, "All that for a stuffed bear? Someone has a warped sense of humor."

Seven noticed the red ribbon around the bear's neck with the attached gold ring, set with a good sized solitary diamond. Seven exclaimed, "Kathryn? Is this an engagement ring?"

Kathryn smiled, her eyes bright. "It is, darling, here let me put it on your finger."

Phoebe clapped. "It's sure enough official now. You have the ring to prove it."

Seven hurriedly sat down and drew Kathryn into her arms and began kissing her. Phoebe rolled her eyes and looked at Morgan, noting the young woman's huge round eyes and gaping mouth. "Get used to it, Kid. They're all the time lovey dovey, kissy huggy."

Morgan was mesmerized. "Wh…What are they doing?"

Phoebe did a double take. "Kissing. That's what two people do when they love each other. Boy Howdy, but you need an education, and quick."

Finally the two stopped kissing. Kathryn, breathless, exclaimed. "Wow, maybe I should buy you a diamond ring everyday."

Gretchen stated, "Alright, you two, you can do that later, I want to see the rock. Hurry up and get it on her finger".

It had been a long but rewarding day. The Paris family had arrived for dinner with tons of presents for their newest addition, to be opened after everyone had enjoyed their meal. Morgan seemed more relaxed and sociable. She was fascinated by Miral. B'Elanna instructed her how to hold the active five month old and even showed her how to change diapers. Tom remarked to Kathryn that he could already see the benefits of an older daughter as babysitters were in short supply. Miral readily let Morgan hold her and tried to grab handfuls of her red hair. After dinner Morgan again sat by the Christmas tree, this time on a blanket with Miral …helping…her to open the presents. Morgan was excited by everything she received and showed everyone her gifts. Even holding up her underwear and bras for her father and grandfather to admire. Phoebe and B'Elanna tried to smother their laughter. Not directed at Morgan, but at the red faces of Owen and Tom, who tried to be cool and would make comments such as, "That's very nice," "Oh how pretty." Phoebe, looking at an embarrassed Kathryn, stated, "Yep. You need to have a grown up woman talk with her but soon, as in A.S.A.P". Kathryn inwardly groaned.

It was evening when the Paris family left. Kathryn, Seven, Gretchen, and Phoebe had cleared the table and put away the leftovers. The last of the dishes were being put away when Kathryn left the kitchen and walked through the dining room to stop at the opening to the living room. She looked at her daughter fast asleep on the blanket by the tree. She smiled both somewhat relieved that Morgan had seemed less tense in her presence and that she herself was more relaxed.

Seven came up behind her and put her arms around her waist. "Morgan had a …good time, Kathryn."

Kathryn, still looking at her sleeping daughter, replied, "I believe she did." She turned to Seven and, looking up at the sprig of mistletoe, stated, "Umm, how fortunate for me that I stopped under the mistletoe. You owe me a kiss.

Seven smiled and kissed her. Kathryn sighed. "Seven, I will need your help as well as Mom's and Phoebe's, with Morgan."

"I will gladly assist in whatever is required of me."

"I believe this 'mother' thing is going to be more demanding then being Admiral."

Seven raised her left eyebrow and replied, "Indeed. However, 'we' will adapt."

The End

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