Hello, and welcome to my music inspired Star Trek Voyager fan fiction. The first of it’s kind. I will be using lines and ideas from the song to actually WRITE the fanfic, instead of just putting the lyrics in at certain points like most people. This Chapter will be based on Seether’s hit song ‘Remedy’.

I do not own either the music or the characters, but to my knowledge I own the ideas/ situations I put them in to a degree. (long story short, their not mine I’m just having fun, so please don’t sue me.)

/ and now begins the show/

A Star Trek Voyager Song-fic by kIwI- E.f.F(b) aka kttykiwi

Deep in the heart of Cargo bay 2, something most people would believe impossible, except for the rare few people who knew her well, was happening. Seven of Nine, Voyager’s resident Borg and Astrometrics officer, was dancing merrily to a tune only she could hear, even as she cleaned the meager space up in preparation for the engineering crew to come in.

The reason she was so happy? Captain Janeway had finally granted the young woman her own personal crew quarters, the only problem was that she would still have to be close to her Alcove so that she could regenerate regularly. This was of course easily fixed by having the engineering team convert a portion of the cargo bay into her, now permanent and well built, home. Who wouldn’t be happy to finally have a place to call their own. Frankly, she thought it was about time that those hypocritical humans gave her one of humans most basic rights. Privacy.

“Computer, play song selection Seven - Alternative 1.” The computer beeped merrily as it brought up the music selection she had requested and began playing an old earth song that had been popular with the younger kids who liked the heavy sounds of new age rock. Well at least that’s what the computer categorized it as, honestly, Seven just thought that it fit well with her thoughts and emotions she had discovered since being freed from the collective.

/Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me

And speak but don’t pretend I won’t defend you anymore you see

It aches in every bone, I’ll die alone, but not for you

My eyes don’t need to see that ugly thing, I know it’s me you fear/

‘Well that certainly ruined my good mood. But even though this song was written so long ago, it definitely fits with my situation. With the way things are going I probably will end up dieing alone somewhere, and most definitely I am feared by many people. But enough of that, today I get my own quarters and nothing will ‘get me down’ before I can see them completed.’

“Computer switch to song selection Seven- blue punk 1.” The playing song stopped and quickly switched over to a more upbeat techno sounding song. (Blue man group’s I Feel Love) “Much better.”

Seven continued to dance around a little as she finished cleaning, and then went to work on her alcove’s maintenance for a little bit. Lately it had been ending her cycle far too early and had several times caused her to have to regenerate a second time, leaving her behind in her schedule by several hours. Needless to say, being late to the Senior Officers morning meeting had been quite embarrassing to her.

But while the alcoves malfunction was indeed a problem, it was not a high enough priority to be taken care of by the engineering staff. Besides that, no one had even asked why she had been late and therefore no one else even knew about it. ‘Leave it to humans to make things so difficult. If I were still a part of the collective, the second my alcove had stopped functioning at peak efficiency, the repair drones would have gone right to work.’

Seven sighed slightly as she thought about the Borg, no longer did she miss them like she had once before, nor did she fear them. To her, the Borg were just as much a part of her life as the Voyager crew now was. And after all, ‘no one can choose who they are related to’, as Naomi had once said to her over a game of Kadis-kot.

Shaking her head slightly at her own distraction, Seven quickly went back to work on fixing her alcove. She had already fixed Icheb’s alcove earlier that week, and had tested it thoroughly. Nothing had been wrong with it, but it was better to be prepared. ‘DAMN! Why is this not working? I should already have had my alcove repaired by now, but everything I try only makes it slightly more efficient, but still at less than acceptable parameters.’

Seven stood up quickly, an isolinear-spanner gripped in her hand even as she glared hotly at her alcove. “You are being counter productive to your programming, now comply before I am forced to follow Lt. Torres example and injure you.” She nearly growled at the open parts of the alcove, and to her surprise it almost seemed to respond to her.

The alcove lit up and began running it’s equivalent of a systems check, and then promptly shut down as its circuits started on fire. Seven cursed, loudly.

“YOU INEFFECTIVE PIECE OF EXCREMENT! I’LL THROW YOU OUT THE NEAREST AIRLOCK IN PIECES!” Seven yelled in aggravation as she threw the spanner at her alcove in anger. A muffled laughing made her turn around in surprise.

There stood a majority of the senior officers, and the engineering team that was supposed to build her home. Every single one of them had seen Seven of Nine yelling at her alcove to try and make it work, and not a single one could keep from laughing.

Seven blushed hotly and quickly told the computer to stop running her music selection, even as she greeted her captain. “um… Hello Captain.”

“My Seven, that’s quite an interesting display of engineering prowess you’ve decided to show us. But I think you still need to work on it a little.” Captain Kathryn Janeway spoke to her friend even as she snickered at the dumbstruck look on not only her charges face, but on that of her Chief Engineer as well. She then gestured to the alcove behind Seven briefly. “By the way, it’s still on fire, you may want to put it out.”

Seven quickly spun back around and noticed that her alcove was indeed on fire, and nearly cursed again as she realized that it was now a lost cause and that she was going to have to ask for help. Then she walked over to one of the nearby cargo containers and pulled out a fire extinguisher to stop the small flame from causing anymore harm. Once this was done she sat down glumly in front of her alcove and looked up at the group of people there.

“So come sit by the fire and play awhile, but you can’t stay too long--” Seven whispered to herself, causing Belanna to look at her in confusion, before she spoke once more. “I think that today is going to be a good one, don’t you?”

“Alright everybody, we all came here for a reason, so get to it and leave Seven be for a few moments. Let’s move people!” Janeway urged the group to start their work, even as she headed over to her friend, making sure to call Belanna over as well.

“So Seven, do you want to tell me exactly how it is your alcove caught on fire?” Janeway asked gently as she knelt down next to her young friend. Seven shook her head and sighed lightly as Belanna came over.

“Do I have to tell you Captain? You will make fun of me.” Seven said quietly, though both women could hear her quite well. Belanna just sort of smirked, and was about to say something to tease the young woman, but Janeway glared at her making her keep her mouth shut.

“No we won’t Seven, I promise. Besides we’ve already seen part of the incident, we just don’t know how it started.” Seven looked up to her mentor and friend, then quickly over at Belanna and nodded gently.

“I will tell you, seeing as how I will need help to repair it anyway. For the last week my alcove has been malfunctioning in ‘strange’ ways, often ending my cycle several hours early or even stopping the energy flow so that I was forced to regenerate a second time to get sufficient energy. This of course led to many wasted hours and caused me to be behind in my schedule for several days.”

“So that’s why you were late to the Senior Officers meeting, wasn’t it?” Belanna asked, as a light bulb went on in her head. She was already trying to figure out what may have been wrong with it.

“Yes Lieutenant, because of this I was late. I have spent the last several days trying to fix my alcove, to no effect. At first I fixed Icheb’s alcove, fearing for his safety should he need to regenerate, then I checked the others to the best of my ability, as they have not been powered up since the children were on board. Nothing was wrong with any of them, except for mine.” At this both Belanna and Janeway looked at each other worriedly. Did this mean someone had done something to Seven’s alcove?

Noticing the look both women shared Seven spoke up. “I assure you Captain, no one besides me has tampered with the alcoves in the least. And I have only tampered with them in the last several days to try and get it working again. However, everything I tried, while not making the problem worse, did not make it any better either.” This calmed the other two women a bit.

“So Seven, you’ve been messing with your alcove for how long exactly?” Belanna asked, she wanted just a little more insight on what the Borg’s problem was before she set out to fix it.

“I have been attempting to repair my alcove for the last five days, seven hours, and 23 minutes. Until of course the wiring I was working on at the time caught on fire after the alcove initiated a self diagnostic and abruptly shut down. I believe this is where you came in.” Seven looked a bit sheepish at this point, the embarrassment of having a good portion of the crew see her act like that still close to her thoughts.

“Yep, even saw you tell the thing to work or else you were gonna ‘injure’ it. Of course I don’t think anybody else knew you were here until you started yelling at it. By the way you do angry quite well when you think no body else is looking.” Belanna teased the younger woman with a slight grin, letting her know she wasn’t being harsh.

“Yes, well I have had extensive research in that area over the last few years.” Seven said lightly causing Belanna to balk and Janeway to laugh.

“Hmph. Whatever you say.” Belanna crossed her arms in consent of Seven’s joke. “But at least I’m not listening to weird pre-star date music while wrist deep in work.”

“It is not ‘weird’ music Lieutenant, in fact it is the basis for most of what Starfleet considers ‘Classical’ music. Besides it was ‘your’ husband who told me about it first.” That was a surprise for Belanna, she hadn’t even known that Tom and Seven spoke outside of work situations.

“Alright, enough you two. We came here for a reason, remember?” Janeway spoke, glad that her two officers were getting along, but afraid that if it kept up they may end up fighting on what was supposed to be a good day.

“Yes Captain. I suppose that once we’re done here me and Harry are gonna have to help Seven build a new alcove right?” Belanna asked straight out, already knowing that the answer would be yes.

“That is not necessary Lieutenant. Building the Alcove is a simple process and can be done within two days time if set as a low priority task. However, your help would be appreciated in investigating what went wrong with my alcove in the first place.” Seven said even as she stood up to go join the engineers in building her home.

Belanna nearly growled at the dismissal of her help, but quickly realized that Seven was right. It would take Seven, who had the blueprints for the Alcove stored in her head, half the time it would take her and Harry to build it using the blueprints stored on a pad. Also, she couldn’t argue with wanting to know why the Borg’s alcove had Malfunctioned in the first place. “Alright. We can start working on that later, but for now let’s just get this project done so you have a place to stay until your alcove is built.”

“Yes, let’s get to work you two. Oh and Seven?” Janeway was looking expectantly at her young friend.

“Yes captain?”

“Why don’t you put on some music for us while we work?” Both Seven and the Captain grinned lightly even as Seven ordered the computer to resume playing her music selection at a lower volume.

Several of the engineering crew just laughed lightly at the music’s return and continued working on their assigned tasks. Yes, today would be a good day indeed.

“Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie, and tell yourself ‘you’ll be the death of me’.” Seven hummed brightly, liking the way the lyrics seemed to fill her with a boundless energy.

Belanna turned to Seven, having heard her speak these words as well, and frankly, the curiosity was killing her. “Hey Seven?” She waited for the other woman to stop.

“What was that you were just humming?”

“Hmm? Oh, it is a song that I enjoy listening to, as it reminds me a great deal of thoughts and feelings I have had since leaving the Borg collective.” Seven answered honestly, seeing no reason to dissemble before the lieutenant.

“Well how does the whole song go?” Belanna asked knowing full well that the other woman would either tell her or play the song out loud.

“You really want to know lieutenant?” Seven asked, her brow raised high, even as Belanna agreed whole heartedly. “Alright, then I shall sing it for you.”

Belanna didn’t expect that! She had about two seconds of silence before Seven began humming the lyrics to the song for her.

/Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me, speak but don’t pretend, I won’t defend you anymore you see. It aches in every bone, I’ll die alone, but not for you, my eyes don’t need to see that ugly thing, to know it’s me you fear. If you want me hold me back./ Seven stopped here, and told Belanna that she would play the rest of it on the computer for her if she wanted.

“No, that’s ok Seven, I don’t need to hear the rest right now. Maybe later.” Belanna then walked away the few lyrics Seven had sung sifting through her thoughts. ‘Why is it I feel lower than Targ dung?’

“Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail, and so we go back to the remedy…”