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B'Elanna ran mad, down the hallway of the Voyager, heading for Cargo Bay 2. As soon as the doors opened, she quickly walked over to Seven, who stood quietly at her work console and entered some data.

"Seven, what do you think about canceling our punishment today? Did not you hear the captain? I do not feel like spending the time we spend together in the brig because of you. So how do you think you have the right to cancel?" B'Elanna asked angrily.

Seven, on the other hand, did not even look up from her work console, but continued to focus on her work.

"Naomi did not have time to swim today and I can not go swimming today, so I canceled my participation." she replied stoically.

"Why in Kahles name, can not you go swimming today?" B'Elanna asked annoyed.

"That has personal reasons." Seven said curtly, briefly raising her head to face B'Elanna.

B'Elanna blinked irritably at Seven. What, personal reasons? Seven had no privacy, how could she have personal reasons?

"What personal reasons would that be?" B'Elanna hacked curiously.

"It's personal reasons because it's nobody's business. Therefore, I do not owe you an answer." Seven answered icily.

"Oh yes? Well, if you do not want to tell me, I'll personally inform the captain that you canceled the punitive hour for alleged personal reasons." B'Elanna replied, glaring at Seven.

"The captain will understand and accept my reasoning. But I think we should not bother her with that. You could sit down and spend punitive hour here, as we did in the beginning." Seven pointed out.

"Okay, but I would like to know about you, why you can not go swimming today? You had fun swimming yesterday." B'Elanna tried again, but Seven ignored her.

Annoyed and frustrated, B'Elanna sat down on the steps in front of Seven's alcove and looked at the exborg, as she stood stiffly at her console and entered data. The longer she watched Seven, the more she got the impression that something was wrong with her. She moved even stiffer than usual and every now and then she even twisted her face.

So B'Elanna got up after a while and looked at Seven up close. She noticed that Seven had a strange looking spot on her neck. From where she stood, it looked like a dark stain. When B'Elanna stepped a step closer to Seven, she finally realized what it was. It was a bruise that had already turned blue black.

B'Elanna frowned and rubbed her forehead crests. Seven had not had that injury yesterday. So where the hell did she get this?

"Seven?" B'Elanna asked as she stood close to her. Seven was startled and flinched, not realizing how close B'Elanna was to her. She had been too absorbed in her work and had not realized that B'Elanna had come to her.


"What's that?" B'Elanna asked, pointing to Seven's neck injury.

Seven moved away from B'Elanna and looked pale.

"Nothing." she answered curtly, turning away from B'Elanna.

"That does not look like *nothing*. So what is that?" B'Elanna asked again, this time stricter, taking Seven's arm in her hand to turn her over.

Seven winced in pain and B'Elanna suddenly released her arm.

"Seven? Tell me what is going on. Please." she asked worriedly, looking at the young Exborg.

Seven abruptly dropped her shoulder and head and sat on the steps to her alcove.

B'Elanna sat down beside her and they both remained silent for a while.

"That looks like you should show it to the doctor."

"I do not want the doctor to look at it." Seven said softly.

"How did it happen?" B'Elanna asked worriedly.

"That's irrelevant. It will heal. My nanoprobes are already doing it."

"May I have a look at the injury? I've stashed a skin generator in my quarters for emergencies where I do not want to see the doctor. "

Seven looked at B'Elanna and thought about it.

"Will you keep it for yourself?" Seven asked anxiously.

"Yes, for sure. We difficult patients have to hold together." B`Elanna winked at Seven and Seven was beaten.

"I can not open my bio-suit on my own, my shoulder hurts too much." Seven confessed softly.

B'Elanna nodded to her. "Where do I open your organic suit?" She asked.

"At my neck." Seven turned her back to B'Elanna and B'Elanna saw the clasp and opened it carefully. When B'Elanna saw the full extent of the injuries on Seven's back, she drew in a sharp breath. Seven's right back side was full of hematomas that turned purple black.

"By Kahles, what happened?" She asked, startled.

Seven turned her head to B'Elanna and looked at her calmly.

"That's irrelevant." she replied stoically. Then, with her left hand, she gently pushed her organic suit off her right shoulder and bared her upper body. She pinched her lips in pain and B'Elanna stood up to look at Seven's upper body. There were also several hematomas and bruises in the chest and abdominal area. Seven's right side looked pretty bad, even for a Klingon.

"That's what the doctor should look at. I bet you've broken internal injuries, maybe broken a rib or two. Are you having trouble breathing?" B'Elanna, still shocked, asked about Seven's physical condition.

But Seven looked at B'Elanna, aghast. "No, not the doctor. I'm fine, it only hurts a little." Seven replied desperately.

"Then tell me how that happened and when?" B'Elanna demanded.

"This morning, I wanted to get something out of a container up there. I was not paying attention and fell off the ladder." Seven answered, looking ashamed on the floor.

"This morning? God damn Seven, you ran around the whole day hurtled and did your work as if nothing had happened?" B'Elanna asked angrily.

Seven nodded her head. "I am Borg. Borg adapt."

"Oh shit, do not give me the nonsense. You're hurt and your nano probes do not seem to have done much to heal your injuries. Or were you injured worse this morning?"

Seven looked away from B'Elanna and pulled her organic suit over with her left hand as best she could. B'Elanna sighed in frustration and stepped up to Seven's side.

"Come on, let's beam to my quarters. I'll take a closer look at your injuries there. Maybe I can get a bone regenerator from the infirmary, "B'Elanna replied, initiating a "place to place" transport by delivering the required code, the computer. A few seconds later, both women materialized in B'Elanna's quarters.

"Okay, wait here, I'll quickly get a tricorder and the skin generator." With that B'elanna disappeared into her bedroom and Seven stood embarrassed in her living room.

After a short while, B'Elanna returned with the tricorder, the skin generator, and some other things.

"We take off the organic suit first. Wait, I'll help you." B'Elanna hurried to Seven's side and helped her undress.

"Please look at the panties. Why are you completely naked under your organic suit?" B'Elanna asked curiously.

"The doctor did not replicate my underwear, the organic suit is also very tight, no underwear fits under it." Seven explained as she put on the panties with B'Elanna's help.

"Ah okay. Is not the bio suit scrubbing into your private parts?" B'Elanna asked as she scanned Seven with the tricorder.

"Sometimes, but it's bearable." Confessed Seven and B'Elanna looked up from the tricorder's displays and raised her eyebrow questioningly.

"Sometimes? How often is sometimes?" She asked skeptically. Seven looked embarrassed to the side.

"Seven, come on. Answer me, please." B'Elanna asked a little softer.

"Always." Seven confessed softly and B'Elanna shook her head in disbelief.

"Always? No wonder you are such a nuisance sometimes. Why did not you ever do something about it?"

"What should I have done?" Asked Seven shyly.

"Hm ... dunno, maybe replicate a bio-suit that allows you to wear underwear?" B'Elanna replied a little annoyed.

Seven bit her lower lip and looked so incredibly vulnerable to it.

"I'm sorry, I just can not believe that you've been running the organic suit for over two years, even though it causes you pain because it's so tight." B'Elanna replied.

B'Elanna turned back to the tricorder's displays and analyzed them.

"Hm ... the good news is that you have no broken ribs and no internal injuries, the bad news is that you have a shoulder strain. That means you have to keep your shoulder steady. I'll get a bone regenerator from the infirmary so we can handle it. We treat best first your bruises and your hematoma, then I go to the infirmary. OK?"

Seven nodded and B'Elanna began to lead the skin generator through Seven bruises. The procedure took quite a while, in which both women acted silently.

"Okay, I think the skin generator has to be recharged as long as I go to the infirmary." B'Elanna took a shirt off the couch and handed it to Seven.

"Please put this on and make yourself comfortable on the couch. I'll be right back." B'Elanna ordered and left her quarters in a hurry.

Meanwhile, Seven sat on the couch and let her gaze wander over B'Elanna's living room. When she looked at everything from her position, she closed her eyes and allowed her thoughts to wander.

Immediately the voices shouted inside her that she did not deserve it, that she was helped and cared for her injuries. That she was unworthy, she did not deserve B´Elannas help and it was wasted time.

Seven immediately opened her eyes again and banished her thoughts from her head. The voices were right, she should not be here to B'Elanna. She should return to Cargo Bay 2. Where she belonged. She did not belong here. Seven got up quickly from the couch and grabbed her organic suit and walked to the quarter door. Before she reached them, B'Elanna entered her quarters completely out of breath and looked at Seven in astonishment.

"Where do you want to go?" She asked in astonishment.

"I ... I ..." Seven paused and gave up.

"Did you want to go?" B'Elanna asked indignantly and Seven nodded her head.

"Why, for the sake of the will? Your shoulder is still injured and should be treated." B'Elanna replied loudly, glaring at Seven.

"I am Borg, I will adapt. My nano-probes are already repairing the damage. I thank you for your help, but now I have to go." Seven said hurriedly and wanted to go past B'Elanna to the quarter door, but B'Elanna stood in her way.

"Do not talk nonsense. You are not going anywhere. Not until we've treated your shoulder. So sit down and let me handle your shoulder. Incidentally, it took a lot of persuasion to get the bone generator from the doctor. I explained that I wanted to improve him and needed a model." B'Elanna explained as she pushed Seven to a chair by her dining table and helped Seven take off her shirt.

After B'Elanna had led the bone generator over Seven's shoulder for half an hour and found her cured, she put it on the table.

Seven immediately got up from the chair.

"Thank you B'Elanna Torres for your help." she said stiffly and picked up her organic suit again and turned to the quarter door. But B'Elanna stood in her way again.

"I'm terribly hungry and wanted to make something to eat now. Please stay for dinner, then you can still go. Okay?" B'Elanna asked and Seven looked at her uncertainly.

"Why do you want me to stay here?" Seven asked skeptically.

"Because Tom is making the gamma shift this week, I do not like to eat alone and I think that would be good for you too. So stay, yes?"

Seven nodded her head and looked around uncertainly.

"Come sit down again, I'll make some fast food and then let's think about what we want to do the next few days in our joint punishment. And we should also think about what we do with your bio-suit." B'Elanna explained as she went to her replicator and entered some codes.

"My organic suit?" Seven asked irritated.

"Yeah, you just admitted to yourself that your bio-suit is so close-fitting that it rubs you in the genital area and causes pain. We should change that. "

"No." Seven said immediately determined and B'Elanna turned to her and looked at her in surprise.

"No? But Seven, if the bio-suit hurts you, we should change that. Why are you against it?" B'Elanna asked curiously.

"My organic suit is as acceptable as it is. He does not have to be changed. "

"Acceptable?" B'Elanna raised her eyebrow and looked at Seven in amazement. "You're kidding right? So in my opinion, it's unacceptable for a garment to hurt me because it does not fit properly." B'Elanna pointed out.

"In my opinion, it is irrelevant and therefore further discussion about it is unacceptable." Seven said to B'Elanna angry.

B'Elanna crossed her arms over her chest and took a deep breath. Then she counted in thoughts of 1-10.

"Okay, whatever you say." she said, turning back to the replicator in frustration, picking up the replicated food and putting it on her dining table.

The dinner was accordingly quiet and as soon as B'Elanna had finished her meal, Seven had gotten up and said goodbye stiffly and hurriedly.

Sighing, B'Elanna looked at Seven's plate, which had not even half eaten, from her. Frustrated, she took the dishes and put them in the replicator to recycle.