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All rights reserved. Paramount owns the Star Trek and Voyager concepts and the authors own what remains of the rest of the story. Not to be posted or sold without permission of the authors. LUCKY SEVEN OF NINE By Eric and Caleb Jones PART ONE - ADJUSTMENTS Tom Paris looked appreciatively at the lush curves and blond beauty of Seven of Nine. An explosive gasp of air escaped his lungs as Seven turned sideways to read a data display. The best bosom aboard Voyager gently bounced within her skintight outfit as she made some changes to the programming and closed the panel. B'Elanna noticed her lover had a wandering eye and jabbed him sharply in the ribs with the Klingon half of her strength. It was bad enough she had to let Seven tamper with Voyager's engines but she was not going to allow her to tamper with Tom's engines as well! "Eyes front, Lover!" "I don't know what you are talking about, B'Elanna, dear!" Paris answered with the immense dignity only a man could produce to try to convince his female companion she shouldn't believe the very evidence before her own eyes! The incredibly beautiful and busty Seven turned towards the quarreling couple and remarked, "Again, my thanks to you both for adding to my knowledge of humanoid mating rituals." B'Elanna's fingers curled into formidable claws and her eyebrows arched like a Vulcan's. "Sure! You CLAIM ignorance, but I notice you always wear your skintight outfits while prancing around the men while getting your education. Maybe it's not fashionable among the Borg, but StarFleet women wear bras aboard ship." Seven raised a disdainful eyebrow. "My clothes are selected to be efficient. Excessive space between the skin and the fabric is a waste of material. I designed my outfit for support as well as efficiency, and my chest is quite firm by nature, so I have no need for one of the uncomfortable bras you so obviously need to wear!" "Space garbage, dear Seven. I've noticed you are the only crew member wearing high heels - hardly the efficient footwear for space travel unless one is planning on being a space-walking prick teaser!" Seven's usually impassive face grew red. Captain Janeway, having caught the end of the conversation between her often squabbling crewmates, intervened. She hardly wanted a battle royal between two of her top science officers. Seven's augmented Borg like strength could be lethal, and B'Elanna was hardly a weak female either with her half Klingon biology. Paris grinned, vastly amused. He liked to see chick fights - and he flattered himself they were fighting about him. True, Seven had so far shown superhuman restraint by not hopping into his bed, but still, he could tell she found him attractive. Tom could hardly blame her for that. All women found him attractive, after all. He didn't want anyone hurt though. Tom didn't object when the Captain sent them all off in different directions and calm reined in the ship again for a few days. Then, to B'Elanna's annoyance, she found Tom and Seven assigned together for the next landing party. They were the third team trying to find a rare metal that might help stabilize the Transwarp engines they hoped to finally repair and install. The last time it was fired up, the Transwarp drive almost sent Voyager out of control though it did put them months ahead on their long voyage home. B'Elanna protested the pairing of Tom and the Borg Bitch to Captain Janeway. "Look, B'Elanna, I know you don't like Seven and you two are always knocking heads in Engineering, but she and Tom are easily the most intelligent, inquisitive people on the ship and are most suited for this mission to find the almost impossible to find." B'Elanna shot her captain a sharp glance. "How can you say that, Captain? You dislike my Tom as much as I dislike Seven. You keep demoting Tom like you did when he single handedly saved that oceanic planet against your orders, or the time he recovered the ship from the Polari - and all you could say was 'Good work, Tom, but you violated the rules of the Federation again.'" "I know. I do what I have to do to keep him under control. He is too easily bored and lacks disciple -it's what got him in trouble in the first place with the Federation when we started this mission. Now Seven on the other hand has self discipline to spare and hopefully has enough to keep Tom under control and put his cunning mind to efficient work." B'Elanna snorted. "She could sell cool effrontery to Tuvok." The Captain nodded. "They make a good team, though, B'Elanna. Tom is one of the few people Seven respects, and vice versa. They make a good team, whether you like it or not." Tom came over and kissed his lover farewell. Seven looked on with an odd expression on her face, B'Elanna noticed. Nobody loved Seven enough to say goodbye! That realization somehow made her both happy, and just a little bit sad, so she said a quick goodbye to Seven as she entered the shuttle. A little smile crossed her lips as Seven took her seat. ***** After a long and quiet flight through space, Tom landed the Delta Flyer shuttle on the world Seven had selected as their best chance to obtain the material they were searching for. On the surface of the unpopulated planet, Tom and Seven split off to try and locate Spockite-211, an elusive element that might be the catalyst the Transwarp drive needed to work properly. Short-range scanners could only trace it, as the element only partially existed in our space-time continuum, making it very scarce indeed. As they moved about the planet searching, Seven spoke through the open microphone in her com-badge that kept them in constant communication. Lt. Torres was the subject of the moment. "You are foolish to try to provoke emotional reactions from Lt. Torres, Tom. I'll concede she may have a rare good mood, but her many undisciplined, angry emotions certainly need no further stimulation." Tom grinned. Seven could never convince him to stop stimulating B'Elanna! Her emotions sizzled in bed! His face gleamed with low cunning. "That's where you are wrong, Seven! She is a lot more sexy when she is angry." Seven shook her lovely blonde head. "Human sexuality is such a clumsy, embarrassing process. I can't see how the human race procreated long enough to survive into the space era!" Tom wasn't certain if Seven was joking or speaking from the heart. Since he had never heard her joke with anyone before, he would bet his holodeck programs on the latter. "But sex is supposed to be clumsy and fun and even embarrassing sometimes, Seven! Let me guess... You are a virgin, aren't you, Seven?" She flushed down to her Borg circuitry. "That information is personal and irrelevant to our conversation." "Nothing to be ashamed about, Seven. We all were virgins once! Boy, the Borg really did a job on you, didn't they? By the way, how do the Borg reproduce? Is it a nuts and bolts kind of thing or do they just use whatever humanoid parts that were left over after assimilation?" Seven replied with dignity. "It is done through a combination of artificial wombs and collective DNA. We - that is, they - always try to achieve perfection in the genetic and mechanical mixture." "But perfection can never be achieved, Seven." Seven did not have an answer. They found, and transported back to the Delta Flyer, 86 precious grams of Spockite-211. They were the only away team of the three that found anything. They were preparing to leave when Seven's scanner buzzed with another find. "There appears to be some more at the base of that plant." said Seven, walking towards the indicated vegetation. Tom joined her. "What a strange looking plant. Long stems splitting off into twin flowers that have a connecting third stem between the flowers forming a natural triangular shape." Suddenly, twin beams of energy shot out from the two flowers and connected to the eyes of both Seven and Tom! The two space explorers froze all bodily movement for more than a minute. The third stem between the twin flowers glowed as energies passed from the humans into the flowers through the connecting passway and out the other flower back into the humans again. Back and forth, the energies flowed between Seven and Tom until they suddenly stopped as swiftly as they had attacked, and the two stumbled around trying to get their bearings again. The energy had hurt them slightly, but it was no more painful than a transporter beam malfunction. But no transporter ever had the effect on humans that this alien plant growing above the priceless Spockite-211 had on Seven and Tom in those couple of minutes! As he regained his senses, Tom couldn't believe what those senses were now telling him. His universe had changed. As impossible as it seemed, his mind had exchanged bodies as now he was in Seven's body. Her Borg senses complimented her human ones. He was now able to see energy fields at great distances. The close-up view from above, and the feel of the weight of large breasts attached to his body were unbelievable sensations. They felt alien, yet they seemed as natural as if he were born with them. As he looked down at the incredible feminine curves of his new physique, he realized his own body was standing a few feet away. His new jaw dropped open as he looked over at the body of... Tom Paris, which stared back at him with an equally shocked expression on his face. Seven was astonished. Somehow, the universe had flipped upside down. Her brilliant mind was now inside Paris's undisciplined MALE body. She reached for her Borg implants instinctively. They were gone. She was truly on her own for the first time since the Borg had implanted themselves into her life. Tom spoke first with Seven's contralto voice. He spoke with more passion than she ever used. "We seemed to have swapped bodies." Seven used Paris's face to frown. "That much is obvious. The question is, what do we do about reversing it?" "That - " Tom tried to curse the plant but strangely found himself inhibited. "That ... plant!" He finished the curse lamely. "I concur." said Seven calmly even though she had to fight back strong emotions not to angrily phaser the plant into atoms. Her new masculine emotions were strange and threatened to overwhelm her. She employed some Borg methods to reduce the unfamiliar emotions and began to examine the plant carefully instead from a greater distance. Agreeing on a course of action, they both bent over the plant again, where they originally stood, but this time in each other's body, hoping to reverse the effect the plant had on them before. NOTHING! Again they tried to activate the exchange, repositioning themselves on the opposite side so their bodies were in the same place as before. Again, nothing! "Perhaps, it needs to replenish its charge." Seven nodded Paris's head. "Not unlikely. It must be exhausted after transferring minds like it just did to us." They waited, and waited, but they waited in vain. The squawk of the communicator caused both of them to leap to attention like they had been shocked. As team leader, Seven opened communications with the ship. "Landing party." She spoke, forgetting her voice was no longer her own. Captain Janeway responded to the voice she identified as belonging to Tom Paris. "Mr. Paris, you and Seven need to report back to the ship immediately. The planet's orbit is taking it, and us, closer to another world and the gravity fluxes will be difficult to navigate through." "Understood, Captain." Seven said "What are we going to do?" Tom asked Seven as he stared at the plant. He itched to use the transporter to beam the plant into the vacuum of space and freeze-dry it into oblivion! But it was his only chance to get back his manhood from Seven. There was only one thing they could do, he realized, and Seven confirmed his thoughts. "We must take the plant and its surrounding soil with us, of course. I think with a little study, we should be able to get it to reverse these strange effects." Seven said, placing her fingers on her flat chest for emphasis. Tom thought about it and nodded his lovely feminine head. "Agreed. But I want to keep this 'accident' between ourselves - we would be laughing stocks among the Voyager crew! The last thing I need is Harry asking me what it's like to be you, or worse yet, out on a date." Seven thought for a moment. She was outsider enough on the human ship already. There was no good reason to supply the crew with further cause to treat her like a stranger. "Agreed, Mr. Paris!" she answered. "Although, I should answer to Tom Paris for now, and I should call you Seven of Nine like the rest of the crew will until we reverse this... alteration." She thought for a moment as Tom dug up the plant with the slim hands that used to belong to her. "Fortunately we are both intelligent and should be able to impersonate each other for a short time without anyone becoming too suspicious." Tom made Seven's full lips twist in an ironic smile. "True. We're both known for eccentric behavior. We might actually be able to pull this off for a while." Tom sighed and Seven, to her astonishment, found the sight of her former breasts extremely arousing! She shook her head. What a strange sensation. Her new male member was growing and the feeling was quite pleasant! Oblivious to Seven's masculine distress, Tom teleported the plant and nearby ground into a security bay reinforced with protective force fields. "I'll keep it in your Borg-enhanced cargo bay aboard Voyager when we return for now - we don't want anyone else switched by accident." "Agreed." said Seven. Seven covertly watched what had been her own sexy body just a few hours ago moving around the small runabout as Tom prepared to pilot them back to Voyager. She wanted to watch her former self for intellectual reasons, but her strange new body insisted on observing Tom's curvaceous form for less honorable reasons despite her logical objections. Again, Paris closed his new eyes in agony as he realized they had forgotten something that could make their plan to impersonate each other worthless. "Damn it - B'Elanna! She'll know I'm not myself right from the start!" Seven thought she knew better. "Hardly likely, her thought processes are at best rudimentary and base. She will perceive what her eyes tell her they see." Despite himself and the unpleasant situation, Tom laughed a rather Seven-like laugh. Little more was said until they approached Voyager and Seven had to take over the controls and begin their masquerade. After they docked with the larger ship, Tom's "better half" entered the ship. "What's with the foliage?" ask B'Elanna about the alien plant, as she greeted the person she identified as Tom Paris with a big wet kiss. Tom, thinking fast with Seven's speedy neutron transmitters, spoke, giving a very good imitation of Seven's intellectual arrogance. "That plant has unique properties that I wish to study." "If you say so - it looks like a big weed to me." B'Elanna said argumentatively. She actually thought it rather beautiful. "I trust you have taken all isolation protocols." Paris nodded and thought he would have a little fun with her as well as establish his credibility as Seven of Nine. He did a great imitation of Seven's cold stare as he spoke to his beloved B'Elanna. "Just a weed? Your vision, as well as your thought processes, are obviously very limited and fall far short of perfection." B'Elanna grew red in the face " Oh yeah? Well, I can still see you are the same old bitchy Borg you were before you left!" 'I wish Seven was still the same too...' thought Tom remorsefully as he maneuvered his feminine form over to the plant. With an excellent imitation of Seven's strut, he programmed two gravity lifters to deliver the body swapping plant into his new quarters where her Borg equipment was stored. He wondered if Seven's body still needed to be regenerated at night. B'Elanna wrapped an arm around the waist of an astonished Seven inside the body of Tom Paris. When no one was looking she licked 'Tom's' earlobe and ran an affectionate hand across his groin. He was obviously happy to see her again! She wasn't going to allow her man to lust after that Borg Bitch anymore! She would show Tom there was more to being a woman than having a great figure and pressed her body sensuously against that of her lover. Seven was astounded to find her new body responding with tremendous excitement. Instinctively, Seven returned B'Elanna's kiss. It felt so good to hold the female engineer with Tom's masculine arms. Paris really must have enjoyed this, thought Seven. Another realization came as B'Elanna led 'Tom' towards their quarters. "At last I will be able to experience and study human sexuality first hand!" Seven kissed B'Elanna back and she smiled with pleasure and amusement. 'B'Elanna would shit a shuttle if she knew who she really was kissing,' thought Seven with uncharacteristic vulgarity. But it was suddenly fun to be vulgar. No need to be the superior Borg now - it was such a relief to be Tom instead! Some of Tom's vocabulary seemed to have remained with his body but right now she didn't care. Her body had only one concern. 'God, does my new dick ever feel hard! I can't wait to try it out with B'Elanna!' Led by Tom's lover, Seven and her new male body entered her new stateroom. The door swished closed behind them as B'Elanna tossed them both onto the big bed! PART TWO - MUTINY ON THE VOYAGER Tom spent his first night back on the ship in Seven's quarters. She had recently exchanged her Borg regeneration chamber for a more human chamber. A long sonic shower was a welcome relief to his new body after a long time in the cramped quarters of the shuttle returning home. Tom was finally alone with his new body for the first time since the unwelcome switch had occurred. He was finally able to marvel at the sight of the almost massive breasts that stuck out from his chest. No man could know such an unfamiliar sight without aid from medical science. Even then, they would have time to adjust to such a change. He had been suddenly forced into a body totally opposite to what he had lived with for decades. And what a body! Seven was perhaps the most attractive woman on the ship. Tom had watched men watch him as he passed them in the corridor on the way to Seven's quarters. He hoped he wasn't in this body long enough to begin to enjoy such looks. Tom placed the tight uniform Seven had been wearing into the disposal. A fresh uniform would be waiting in the morning. Perhaps he could get a pair of flat shoes to go with it instead of the high heels Seven preferred. He had appreciated the look as a man but wearing them on his own feet was another matter. They had begun to loose their appeal in his eyes. But if he was to pretend to be Seven for a while, he supposed he had better get used to wearing them. She had seldom worn other, more sensible footwear either on or off duty. Tom spent a little time exploring his new body and some of its more prominent differences before falling asleep. As he drifted off, he wondered how Seven was doing with his body. ***** Lt. B'Elanna Torres was driving Seven's virile new male body wild with the first real passion of the formerly female Borg's existence. And Seven was enjoying herself tremendously! Her swelling male member, which had been Paris's pride and joy before the away mission, quickly found the coordinates for a comfortable and moist place to 'dock' with B'Elanna under Seven's new command. Seven began gasping and grunting as Lt. Torres cried out with pleasure and clawed at Seven's muscular back. Seven ignored the damage to her new body and experienced her first orgasm! The intense pleasure of her healthy male body was far superior to anything she had previously experienced as a human female. Even her second-hand Borg memories, stolen from thousands of races, had nothing to compare to the real thing! Seven decided that B'Elanna, while merely mentally adequate, must have 'hidden' talents as a sexual companion. 'Tom felt like this every night?' Seven wondered silently in awe. No wonder he always had a smile on his face, even after his recent demotions. B'Elanna lay content in her lover's arms. Paris had been unusually enthusiastic tonight, but like usual, he had strummed her inner spirit like a violin! In fact, it had been even better than usual! Then she frowned and pinched the contented male body lying naked beside her in her bed. "What was that for, Lieutenant?" asked Paris's irritated voice as he rubbed the painful little nipple she had tweaked, grateful it was no longer her bigger, far more sensitive nipple which would have hurt much more from such a pinch. "I was just making sure you don't go to sleep on me, lover. That was only round one!" Seven sat back in wonder. There was more to come? It seemed impossible. Her new body was ready to fall asleep after that fantastic performance! "Being with me has to be better than being stuck on a mission with that clueless bitch Seven, doesn't it?" Seven considered. She -- no, she was a male now and should think like one if B'Elanna was to be fooled into believing she was a he -- he hardly considered his former self clueless. And he was hardly a bitch at the moment, he thought, giving his new male member a quick stroke. No 'bitch' ever had something like this between her legs! No, if that description fitted anyone, it fit B'Elanna to perfection. If it didn't involve an engineering problem, she usually allowed her Klingon temper to speak for her. The 'stupid bitch' couldn't even tell it was me, rather than Tom, who was having sex with her. But to say what he was truly feeling to his new mate would surely cut off the pleasurable contact between them she was hinting at. So, a little sweet talk, Seven thought it was called, was necessary. B'Elanna would surely agree with anything she said to go another round with 'her lover' sexually! "You're absolutely right! Not only are you a better engineer and scientist, but obviously a lot sexier and prettier." B'Elanna purred with satisfaction. She was sure now that Tom knew he had the best woman in the ship in bed with him even if that bitch did have the best figure on the ship! Let Tom look if he liked, as long as he slept with her, and not in Seven's bed! Seven was grinning inwardly. The 'stupid bitch' bought it. Now they could have more sex. He was right. An enthusiastic B'Elanna was all over him seconds later. As Seven used Tom's lips and his other parts to express his new body's emotions, he was thinking, 'I'll have to thank Tom for the loan of this great body tomorrow.' ***** The real Tom Paris was strutting through the ship, his high heels click-clacking soundly with every contact with the deck. It was amusing to note the crew's reaction to him now that he looked like Seven. The men eyed him with a mixture of fear, lust and RESPECT. Respect had been noticeably missing in him when Tom was in his own body, especially after the Captain had demoted him back to Ensign after he saved an aquatic civilization from destruction. The Prime directive wasn't meant to force us to watch a world die, he firmly believed. But he had disobeyed the Captain and she had to punish him. It had been worth it to save all those lives... but a demotion to Ensign... He never said anything, not even to B'Elanna, and he did his job as if nothing had happened, but the demotion pained him a hundred times a day, especially when he spent time with B'Elanna, now his superior by several ranks. Seven's Borg body seemed tireless to Tom. He -- now a she, as hard as that still was to believe -- could access screens and data from the computer like he had never been able to do before. His fingers and eye implants seemed to act on their own whenever he wanted to know something from the ship's computers. Tom heard Janeway's irritating nasal voice come from the Comm badge above his new boob. He tapped it to respond, still amazed to see breasts on his chest. Just looking at them made his nipples swell with pleasure. "Seven, please report to the bridge." Tom grinned inside. It was going to be fun fooling that hypocritical Captain Janeway. Also, he might just turn it on a little for the male members of the crew -- it would be fun getting them all hot and bothered. "Yes, Captain" Paris said with Seven's beautiful and precise contralto that could match the Doctor's best singing voice. The command crew watched as the doors swished open and Seven's impressive bust preceded the rest of her tight, form-fitting uniform into the bridge. Janeway smiled as Tom maneuvered his new curves right in front of the less endowed Captain, getting dangerously close to poking out the eyes of the smaller woman. "Congratulations on finding the Spockite 210 material, Seven. You were the only away mission to deliver any." He wondered what she would say to him if he had come to the bridge as the male Tom Paris he was when he left instead of occupying the body of her favorite crewmember. "Shouldn't you be congratulating Mr. Paris as well, Captain? I couldn't have retrieved it without his invaluable aid. It was actually he who found most of the element." Tom was getting more than a little tired of Janeway always belittling his accomplishments. Unknown to the bridge, he accessed Seven's database using her implants and found out she had kept detailed records since joining the Voyager crew. Some of the information about the Captain was rather interesting... "I can't afford to have him get a swollen head, Seven. He works better with criticism than constant praise. Trust me on this, all right?" Paris found his new body better able to control his emotions. He remembered to use all the big words in his vocabulary to maintain his disguise as he pretended to be Seven to the Bridge crew. Luckily, Seven often contended the Captain's findings, and he took to the road of discussion to try to sway her to his viewpoint. "Are you sure that jealousy is not your motive, Captain? I found your actions in regard to our kind Mr. Paris illogical in multiple instances. You demoted him for saving an entire race for 'disobeying the Prime Detective.' Yet, you have done likewise six times. Paris detailed the violations, but you still gave Tom the maximum penalty allowed a Captain. Would you agree with me Mr. Tuvok, that this is a highly illogical method of supporting the actions of a fellow crew member?" Tuvok was as uncomfortable as a Vulcan could be, but his iron discipline would not allow a lie or an illogical statement. The discussion was rather... fascinating... and a change from the usual monotony of daily ship routines. "I am afraid I must agree with Seven of Nine, Captain Janeway." She was stunned and turned to her first officer Chakotay to back her up. "Sorry, Katherine, but I must agree as well. You have been rather hard on him. I am not particularly fond of him personally, but I feel you have damned him with faint praise. Without him we would still be living like cavemen on that barren planet we were marooned on. You may remember I recommended a promotion to him to Lt. Commander after we regained the ship, but you refused the suggestion." Ensign Kim gathered his courage and spoke. "Permission to speak freely, Captain?" She nodded her head affirmatively. Even when they disagreed with her, she felt a duty to consider all opinions from bridge personnel whenever possible. Kim continued. "I always felt you belittled Tom, but I assumed you had good reasons. Now, I'm not so sure." Janeway turned red in the face. "It seems you are all against me on this! Well, I am your Captain and my judgment is final." She meant it, but tried to toss in a touch of sincerity. She respected her fellow crewmembers even when they were dead wrong about a slacker like Tom. Tom kept Seven's beautiful new face impassive, but she was grinning inside. Good, they were making Janeway sweat. She deserved it for that last demotion to a lowly Ensign! 'It would be better if I can manipulate Tuvok into saying what I want her to hear.' he thought. 'I don't want to get Seven into trouble if I have to be her for much longer.' "Is that true, Lt. Tuvok? Does Mr. Paris have no recourse in the matter?" "No, Seven, he does. There are procedures in StarFleet protocol for handling errors by a captain. I believe our Captain is acting irrationally in this matter and it has gone on too long. She is ignoring the opinions of all her senior bridge officers, and the facts as well." Chakotay heard the dissent of the crew. While a crew often disagreed with their captain, if a majority of the senior officers dissented, and the Captain had little basis for her decisions, several options were opened for the second in command. He had a decision to make. He could choose between supporting the Captain no matter what and be held responsible with her, or take over command if the ship was in danger, which it wasn't, or request a medical/psychological investigation of her health and/or her decisions in question. "Captain... Katherine, I am sorry, but I must evoke Star Fleet regulations regarding recurring patterns of erroneous decisions." He tapped his Comm badge. "Doctor, we are sending Captain Janeway to you for a physical and physiological evaluation in the matter of her behavior towards Mr. Paris and any other actions that you feel are related, after examining the personal and ship's logs she keeps." "This joke has gone too far, people!" Janeway was red faced with fury. Paris had allowed a slight smile on Seven's beautiful face. Revenge was sweet! 'Let's see, Seven has the doctor wrapped around her pretty finger's. So I'll go down and visit the dear old Doctor with a recording of what happened on the bridge. With his computer program logic, he should find in favor of restoring my former rank despite the Captain's protests.' Naturally, the doctor was putty in 'Seven's' hands. He knew she was absolutely truthful and credible -- not like that shifty Paris who had gotten his Captain in trouble yet again. He began a thorough examination of the Captain from stem to stern much to her dismay and Tom's secret pleasure. Tom stayed to 'help' the Doctor and watch her squirm. Janeway wasn't concerned by the presence of another female while she was poked and prodded and scanned by the medical hologram. Had she known Tom Paris looked out of Seven's eyes, she would have been livid. Later, Paris was admiring the vibrant nude figure in the mirror in Seven's Borg chamber. There was no question that she was all woman now! What a fabulous figure! Bright, brainy and gorgeous. It was starting to feel right to think of herself as a female, though she still thought of herself as Tom Paris. She watched her new body with satisfaction. What a set of knockers! 'If I had to get stuck in a female body, this is the body to have! This body makes B'Elanna look like a man in comparison! An impish grin crossed her face. I wonder how B'Elanna is getting along with Seven? Paris went down to engineering. B'Elanna had a radiant glow about her. Well, she obviously got laid big time last night. It was nice to know Seven was keeping her former body in tiptop condition. Paris's male body came out from under a control panel and B'Elanna's face glowed even brighter. "Thanks for letting me adjust the warp drive configurations." Seven spoke with Tom's charming smooth and manly voice. He noticed his former body and his erection swelled at the sight of Tom wearing her voluptuous curves in a form- fitting outfit! Her breasts were especially outstanding from the view Seven had near the deck. She had never viewed them from underneath when she had them on her own chest. Just the sight of them did remarkable things to her male groin. Being a man was surely uncomfortable at certain times. He kept his lower half under the access cover to cover his excitement. "I trust you, Tom darling! But not with that Borg bitch." Obviously B'Elanna had not yet seen the new Seven arrive yet. Paris struggled not to laugh. She was helped by her new body's Borg disciplines. What would B'Elanna think if she knew who was really who, and who was really in bed with her last night! Well, no time to tell her now. Things were going along very well. The Captain had been temporarily removed from command as unfit for duty and her demotions might be reversed! 'What tragedy, what heart break for the Captain.' Tom thought, with an inward giggle of glee! 'This should keep her from demoting me again in the future! But I can't let anyone, especially Seven; suspect my role in exposing the truth or my little plot could come crashing down like a house of cards. Better to let everyone think it was Tuvok's idea!' B'Elanna's happy smile faded as she realized she and Tom were not alone. "Speaking of the witch... Look, Seven, why are you always hanging around engineering? No way in the all the hells in the Universe am I going to let you touch MY engines, and the Captain can't order me to let you even if you are her favorite!" Tom had to admire B'Elanna's gumption. She always spoke her mind. If Janeway had done that, maybe the scene on the bridge would have not happened. Tom felt she should be credible and act like the real Seven. She saw her old face grin triumphantly at her. Seven was happy; the former Borg had finally got to tinker with B'Elanna's toys. And she somehow knew Seven really enjoyed fucking B'Elanna last night as well! It must be her woman's intuition finally kicking in, now that she had a woman's body! Paris's now perfect Borg memory supplied the necessary words spoke by the original Seven. "I am glad you see you are finally accepting help of some sort on your engines, Lieutenant, as your skills are, at best, adequate!" Paris said in her best imitation of Seven's haughty manner. It worked very well. B'Elanna came up fighting and treated her lover who was stuck in Sevens very female body to her encyclopedic views on the degree of Seven's bitchy, arrogant, jealous, inhuman, sneaky nature. The original Seven just smiled and winked at Paris inside her body, and mouthed 'Well done!' behind B'Elanna's back to the man in her body. Then Seven spoke soothingly to his new lover. "B'Elanna, don't let her get your goat! She's just trying to torment you." B'Elanna took some deep breaths. 'Thank God for Tom's common sense,' she thought. He could be always be counted on to set her straight! She deliberately hugged and kissed her lover as if to say, 'Look you bitch. At least I have a man and you don't!' Paris, using her newly female mind and intuition, had no trouble interpreting B'Elanna's action. She grinned inwardly. Paris was smugly aware that with her beautiful new looks she could have any man she wanted with just a snap of her fingers. And some of the women as well! B'Elanna was exotic, and had a wonderfully strong and raw sexuality, but compared to my new body she is just an ugly strong woman,' Paris thought with satisfaction. "What is it the two of you are working on, anyway?" she asked them, more than a little curious about what Seven had been up to with his new body. "With no help -- or hindrance from you, Seven -- we found a way to make the engineers Transwarp device stable again using the alien plant samples that TOM found!" Her fingers were still curled into claws. "We can start testing it in the Holodeck test area tomorrow!" "I see." Tom did see. They might be home a lot sooner now... maybe before they could find a way to make that alien plant switch them back. His male ego popped back at the thought of returning home to the Federation and Earth. As enjoyable as his stay in Seven's body was turning out, he wanted to get his own body back. He missed being a man, and wasn't ready to go out with one of the men in the crew with this body. He may tease B'Elanna, but she was his girl, not Seven's. Later, Tom and Seven managed to find some time alone in Seven's quarters. She had recently taken herself off the Borg regeneration program and begun sleeping in a human bed for the first time since she was a child and had been assimilated by the alien Borg culture. They sat on her couch and compared notes. Both laughed until the tears ran down their eyes as Tom told Seven a carefully edited version of how the Bridge crew had decided to send Janeway to Medical for observation. Seven had no objection to Janeway's situation. "I always felt she was at best competent, and was basically an intelligent bore. She always insists on getting her way even if I have a better suggestion. I always have to prove I'm right to get her to listen. Maybe she will listen now. On a different note, I want to thank you, Tom. For the use of your body, although you really had no more choice in the matter than I. But because of your idea to act as each other, for the first time I have experienced human sexuality." "And you get to tinker not only with B'Elanna, but with her engines." Tom said, her eyes twinkling and her magnificent boobs jiggling as she burst into laughter. Seven found their movement eye-catching. It was amazing what a fair amount of well-formed flesh could do to the male anatomy! "Exactly right!" said Seven enthusiastically, though he was more interested in her former body than the ship right now. She explained B'Elanna's theory for using the plant's ability to exchange energy to keep the alien Transwarp engines from malfunctioning. It could work! They went over the changes made and others that might be advantageous. Tom was amazed how coolly logical her thought process were now. Seven had trouble with his usually clear thinking. He found his previous body increasingly very sexy and had to resist the impulse to take Tom's curvaceous female form into his former strong arms and kiss Tom on her full lips. But he wanted to. His male body wanted to very much. Seven wanted to see if his own female body would be more thrilling to his new male body than that of B'Elanna Torres was. ***** Tom Paris flushed as she realized Seven's eyes seemed locked on target and aimed at her new bosom. She felt the still fresh and exciting feeling of her nipples swelling with excitement at the thought of his touch. But she couldn't be unfaithful to B'Elanna, the woman loved Tom so, and he was all she had even if Seven had to fill in and pretend to be Tom for her now. But she kept wondering what it would be like if Seven were to 'fill' that empty feeling in her new body. What would it be like to orgasm like B'Elanna did! And thanks to the mind swap with Seven, she was a human woman now, and human women could come multiple times a night. Or so they claimed! That had to be something else! Tom knew she had to try out her new female body before they swapped back. IF they swapped back! They still had no plan for making the plant reverse the process. If Tom was going to be a woman for the rest of her life, she wanted her first time to be with her own body. She liked Seven and trusted him. And she had to admit that the body Seven now wore was a fine example of the male species. It was incredibly handsome and so tall. Now that she was a female, she could truly appreciate his handsome profile and manly chest. She already knew her old body was more than capable of making a woman swoon with excitement and she wanted to know how that felt with her new sexual equipment. Tom couldn't wait any longer for Seven to get the message. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her womanly bosom into his chest. Seconds later, Seven was helping her off with her uniform and his lips were wrapped around one of Tom's large nipples as he prepared a personal voyage home with a borrowed ship! It was the greatest exploration either would ever experience! PART THREE - HOMEWARD BOUND! The Doctor called a meeting of the ship's officers to render his verdict about Captain Janeway's mental and emotional stability. After her outburst on the bridge and her threats to those who had concerns about her health, the verdict seemed obvious to everyone. But regulations required a hearing and a chance for the officer in question to present a defense. When the Doctor read his findings, Janeway started yelling at him and anyone who tried to help her calm down. Tom and Seven were present but both had other thoughts to occupy their minds. Tom stood at attention, breasts firmly thrusting out and away from her trim figure. She calmly watched with secret glee as the Doctor and the rest of the senior Voyager command staff tried to help a furious Janeway who railed away at them uncontrollably. It was so strange to see her panicked; she was usually so calm and collected. The stress of commanding her crew through uncharted parts of the galaxy had finally broken her control. Tom, on the other hand, felt more in control of not only her new Borg enhanced body but also felt the subtle influence a beautiful woman has over male members of the crew. It was a very good feeling indeed! Thinking of good feelings, the hours of sex she had spent with the former Seven inside her old Tom Paris male body had been a real eye opener to the sensuous possibilities presented by this beautiful female body Tom now possessed. Paris still felt an inward glow. Seven had enjoyed it as well, but both had decided not to hurt B'Elanna by pairing up permanently. Paris was B'Elanna's whole emotional life and she had been scarred enough by feeling unattractive while growing up half Klingon, half human. They both cared for the stubborn, temperamental engineer too much to risk hurting her for mere physical pleasure. Tom knew she could get that same pleasure from other men now. And Seven found great pleasure in B'Elanna's body even if her mind was less than impressive. Janeway stamped her foot and waved her arms wildly. Tom and Seven put their own thoughts aside as much as possible. A friend and fellow officer was sick and needed help. Katherine Janeway's face grew red and her irritating nasal voice grew even more unpleasant. "I'll get you all for this illegal action. My loyal crew will not accept mutinous scum in charge of Voyager! Chakotay, you'll be floating with space dust as soon as the crew sets me free!" Chakotay was not pleased by Janeway's words and the encouraging ones he had planned to say in her defense went through his inner version of a replicator. When he finally spoke, he was as truthful as the situation required of an acting Captain. "She seems rather paranoid to me, Doctor!" "I concur with Captain Chakotay." Tom said calmly. The doctor hastened to agree with Seven. He almost always agreed with Seven of Nine. Tom had always suspected the Emergency Medical Hologram had a crush on Seven and now that he was her, she was sure of it. The Doctor's programming was limitless and even the shape he had was malleable. The possibilities were intriguing. But Tom had to stay focused on the bridge and her duties. Such thoughts were more suited for off duty hours! "There are a few drugs I can try but I'm afraid the Captain has succumbed to the stress of command. After five years in the Delta quadrant and near weekly threats to the ship and her crew, her strong will has finally snapped. I will work with her on recovery but I suspect it will be a long time, if ever, before she is fit for command again, and I must reluctantly certify her thus." The Doctor parroted Seven's earlier words to him. Seven was so reasonable and so logical - and such a babe, he thought. If only she were a hologram! "This... less than subtle inspection of her abuse of authority has fractured a deeply troubled personality. If only she had taken my advice to find more time to relax and let others handle some of our problems. But she made the decision to ignore medical advice and now she will have to pay the price. I'll have to restrict her quarters and sickbay, with occasional supervised visits to the hologram deck for relaxation therapy. My findings have been officially logged for the record. Captain Janeway is relieved of duty for medical treatment, and Commander Chakotay is now acting Captain." The Doctor signaled two security guards who escorted the shocked and speechless ex-captain to her quarters. "Right! Lets get this ship back on course again." said Chakotay. Tuvok checked his tricorder to see how far off course they were and Captain Chakotay noticed his movement. "That was just an expression, Tuvok, for getting back to work. All senior officers to the ready room in one hour and we shall discuss our options." Chakotay meditated until the meeting. He needed time to adjust his thoughts to being the officer in charge instead of second in command. He had to pay more attention to the overall journey of the Voyager and her crew now. Perhaps if Katherine Janeway had taken time to meditate every day, she might still be in charge and not staring at inkblots on the doctor's viewscreen. After a few moments chatting informally with Tuvok and several other early arrivals, the meeting started. When everyone was seated, he began. "I've talked over our situation with Tuvok and together we have come up with a plan of action. Please feel free to give me your feedback on it." He grinned engagingly. "I am not like Janeway, I'll consider all opinions whenever I have the opportunity." "First, we tell the crew that Janeway has had a breakdown and that all the senior officers have agreed with the doctor's recommendation that she be removed from command and be treated in sickbay -- until she has recovered. Any problems with this?" They all nodded in agreement. "I agree to be acting Captain in Captain Janeway's medically enforced absence. Mr. Tuvok feels he's still better suited for security officer instead of the post of executive officer, but I am still promoting him to Commander. Tom, you will be promoted, long overdue, we all feel, to Lt. Commander, and I'd like you to be my second in command, Voyager's new executive officer - we have all noticed of late a new discipline and drive in you and it deserves to be rewarded! Also, the brilliant work you and B'Elanna have done on the Transwarp drive may well get us home soon! That alone would merit a promotion!" Tom Paris looked out from within Seven's gorgeous body and hid a smile. Seven had done well in her former body and she was grateful her former name of Tom Paris would finally have the better rank and position on the ship that she had earned as a man. B'Elanna squeezed Tom's arm and smiled happily. "Long overdue, lover, long overdue!" "Thank you, Captain Chakotay. I will make certain you never regret this decision!" Seven said, honored to have played a part in Tom's redemption. Chakotay looked startled for a moment, and then pleased. It had been a long time since anyone called him Captain, and Paris had done it without any irony or in his habitably mocking fashion. Paris had always been a brilliant pilot, but now he seemed more mature and disciplined. The position of first officer was one he was ready for now. "You've earned it, Tom. For the rest of you I've always felt Janeway was too stingy in her promotions." They all noticed his lack of use of 'Captain' or 'Katherine' in identifying her. "You've all done an outstanding job! B'Elanna, I am promoting you to Lt. Commander as well." 'Paris' kissed her. Inwardly, Seven felt that B'Elanna was not intellectually worthy of the rank, but she was a hard worker and was now listening to reason. (In other words, she was listening to Seven!) "Harry, how's the rank of full Lieutenant grab you?" Harry just beamed with joy. "Seven, I am appointing you Chief Science Officer. I think it's about time for you to have official standing with us after all your outstanding achievements and improvements you have made to Voyager." "Thank you, sir," Paris said with a slight smile and she added, "I presume that my new duties will include supervision of engineering?" It was so much fun to push B'Elanna's buttons and it was even easier to do so now that Tom occupied the body of her worse enemy aboard ship! "Why you Borg Bitch!" B'Elanna said hotly, thinking Seven of Nine was after her job! Seven in Paris's old body laughed appreciatively and held his strong new lover back from tearing off the head of his former body. "She's just trying to make you mad, B'Elanna! Calm down." He laughed, trying to relieve her anger a little. "Well, she succeeded!" Chakotay grinned. He always enjoyed the sparing between these two females, and watching Seven anytime was always a pleasure! "Seven, I am sorry to tell you that you do NOT have authority over engineering." "Pity, much may have been accomplished." Paris was really enjoying playing the role of Seven. Whether a male or a female, Tom Paris found B'Elanna's insecurity vastly amusing. "You wouldn't know a warp drive from a steam engine." B'Elanna said menacingly. Paris just smiled with her newfound Borg superiority at her humorously simplistic reply. The angry expression on B'Elanna's face actually was rather attractive. She wondered if her newly female body might not find B'Elanna to be as interesting in bed as her male body had found her to be. She would have to remember to talk it over with the former owner of her body later. Captain Chakotay was speaking again. "I will talk with you all later about what crew members in your departments also should be given raises in rank. That's all I have, people. Dismissed." Seven found Chakotay to be clever. Promotions would gain support for his Captaincy throughout the crew and reduce any possible resentment of Janeway's removal. ***** Later, when B'Elanna and the man she naturally presumed to be her lover Tom were celebrating their promotions, she complained bitterly about the 'Borg bitch's' power grabs. The person inside the handsome male body kissing her in sympathy found B'Elanna's emotional swings amusing and very sexy. The original Tom had been right. She was much better in bed when her emotions were stirred up. ***** Paris's pretty face frowned as she studied the modifications to the new Transwarp drive. Something was missing, but what? It remained unstable because the energy loops kept failing to recycle. It would eventually fizzle, leaving Voyager only half way home with useless warp drives that would have to be rebuilt from scratch. ***** Katherine Janeway raged in her room! They would all pay for this humiliation! She couldn't understand why the crew hadn't revolted, stormed the bridge, and arrested her traitorous senior officers! She smiled at the thought of lining Chakotay up against a bulkhead and... setting her phaser on kill and... She would be revenged!!! The crew gossiped about Janeway's nervous breakdown, but was hardly surprised. The pressures had finally gotten to her. That's why StarFleet limited missions to a maximum of five years. After that time in space, anyone would need some time to stay planetside for a while and recuperate. If the senior officers - which included an objective, logical Vulcan who was her long time friend, and the super-logical ex-Borg Seven of Nine, backed up by the holographic, unbiased doctor, all came to the same conclusion that the Captain was unfit, then Janeway was clearly unfit. Some of the men were secretly glad that a male was the new Captain, while the females were pleased as well, since Janeway could be such a bitch and Captain Chakotay was cute and much more sympathetic, not to mention being much easier for a woman to manipulate! "I've noticed an increase in your mental agitation, Former Captain Janeway." The Doctor noted during his examination. Seven had told him that was the correct way to address Janeway now. The Doctor thought it odd, but regulations were regulations and he knew Seven's judgment and knowledge was unimpeachable. Janeway hit the ceiling! Former Captain Janeway indeed. Insult to injury! But she made herself dissemble. She needed the hologram on her side to regain the ship. "Perhaps you could take me to the holodeck gymnasium, Doctor? I think I might be able to help myself with exercise and work off some of my nervous condition?" "That's quite the right spirit, Former Captain Janeway. Take a positive attitude about the situation. It's an excellent start!" the Doctor said, somewhat patronizingly. When he led her to the Sickbay door, she shoved him out of the way, grabbing his holo-emitter so he could not teleport out of Sickbay. An emergency override known only to bridge personnel shut down the Doctor's programming before he could warn the rebellious ship's officers. 'I'll show those traitorous EX- officers of mine the real meaning of mutiny!' she thought, accessing a security cabinet for a phaser rifle. Then she moved to the computer screen and called up several programs to shut down. They wouldn't even know what hit them until it was too late! To her fury she found her command authorizations had been removed from the ship's computer. Using life support to deprive the crew of oxygen was no longer an option. "CAPTAIN Janeway will just have to take Voyager back the hard way!" She shouted to the empty space where the Doctor had just been standing. Janeway made her way through the Jeffries tube and burst unto the bridge, phaser rifle in hand. She aimed the rifle at her former second in command. "Put me back on the computer authorization list Chakotay, and then I'm marching you all down to the brig! If I have to, I will use this rifle." Wide-eyed with rage, she stared at the lower level bridge crew. "This is your chance! Are any of you with me against these mutinous officers?" "You were right..." Tuvok sadly said to 'Seven', his normal stoicism breaking down a little. "She has become completely irrational, Captain." The acting Captain shook his head. "Katherine, we gave you a chance to escape to see what you would do. I wish you had acted more responsibly. Your violent actions have confirmed the doctor's diagnosis, I am sorry to say. We do not have the resources to cure you on this ship, but hopefully we will be home soon." "Katherine, no one blames you - the strain of leading Voyager's journey back home gradually overwhelmed your spirit and personality. You got us much closer to home and we are grateful. We will do our best to finish the mission and get you and Voyager back to Earth so you can get the help you need." Janeway went to lay down the rifle - then quickly pulled the trigger after aiming it directly at Chakotay's heart. It, of course, had been locked down all the time Janeway had possessed it. Katherine wept as 'Seven' led her unemotionally back to sick bay. Janeway looked up at a grinning doctor upon her return. "Did you like my performance? Ah well... welcome back to sickbay, Former Captain Janeway. I'm afraid that as a result of your visit to the bridge, you will be here longer than we originally expected. Confinement to quarters is no longer an option." Janeway ground her teeth and threw a chair at the hologram. Paris bent over to inspect the alien plant. It was still strange to the formerly male resident of Seven's body to bend over in a very well endowed female body and feel firm breasts shift from one position into another. Tom Paris had a great appreciation of the female figure as a man and having an exemplary figure like Seven's to admire all day long made her life since the body exchange a visually exciting life. She was grateful her new body didn't show the usual signs of an excited male, though. Her new body looked much better without an unfeminine bulge like the one Tom Paris used to sport on occasion. Paris examined -- VERY carefully -- the readings from monitors and sensors attached to the plant that had swapped them. It was still problematical that they could swap back. There was no sign that the plant could reverse the effect that had change the lives of the two officers. No known scientific theory could even explain the exchange, let alone reverse it. The readings from the plant were extremely interesting -- the alien plant seemed to balance out the fluctuations of the Spockite-211 in the soil beneath it. An interesting thought came to Paris. No, that's stupid, a simple plant couldn't do that. But the thought wouldn't -- no, it couldn't go away. Paris needed to talk to Seven, but found his com-badge set on 'Unavailable.' Paris used Seven's sexy lips to smile. She had a good idea WHY Seven was unavailable and could easily imagine the pleasure his old body was likely engaged in. If Tom remained in Seven's body long enough, she would have to consider indulging in similar activities with someone other than her own former body. And soon! Harry Kim had been looking pretty good to her ever since the swap. Her own hands were just not enough to satisfy her new body much longer. Maybe it was time to explore what women found exciting in men now that Tom Paris was herself a fine example of womanhood, desired by almost every man aboard ship! Seven will owe me big time for waiting until later to tell him my theory, she thought. The beautiful Paris looked in the mirror and her smile deepened. "I am incredible! Just incredible. What a body!" Her hands slid down her new curves, enjoying once more the full bosom that was hers to touch whenever she desired. 'This swap has truly benefited everyone!' Paris thought, running slim fingers over her gorgeous rear with the appreciation of the man she used to be. 'Both Seven and I, and many others got promoted, Janeway's getting 'treatment' for her problems, and with Seven helping B'Elanna, and my new discovery about the plant, we have a good chance of getting home soon.' 'But, do Seven and I really have a good chance of getting back into our original bodies? It looks like whatever that plant did to us is quite permanent. Paris glanced once more at the incredible, world-class female body reflected in the mirror and also thought of the respect she now received from everyone. 'Do I really care? Do I want to go back?' It was a scary thought. ***** The lucky ex-Seven of Nine was thinking much the same thing as he relaxed after another round of great sex with B'Elanna. Seven had been a virgin in her former body, this was far better! 'God, was sex ever great for a man! And B'Elanna loves Tom so much. Strangely, I feel a little protective of her now. I almost feel like she loves me and not just the body I am wearing. She so badly needs my guidance and protection. Now that we are not fighting all the time, she actually listens to what I say. I never expected to be thinking this, but I am beginning to think I am falling in love with B'Elanna Torres.' Seven considered her new life as Tom Paris some more. 'It is great to be liked and have fun with the crew and to be so accepted -- not the outsider Seven always felt himself to be as a former Borg aboard Voyager. But as Tom Paris, he wasn't a freak anymore -- just a normal man. He kissed a sleeping B'Elanna. She actually looked a little bit cute while sleeping. It was as if all the Klingon rage was also asleep. Do I want to go back to being Seven of Nine again even if we can figure out a method to swap bodies again?' 'I feel so at home inside Tom's body now...' ***** In another part of the Delta Quadrant, the Borg Collective felt its usual degree of emotionless superiority. They had traced Voyager's path and soon would capture the humans within. They would finally be assimilated. After five tries to conquer Voyager and it's crew, the Borg message of assimilation would not be an empty boast -- resistance would be proven ultimately futile to humanity, and with Voyager and its crew under their control the Borg collective would possess the perfect method of penetrating the Federation's defenses! They could then bring to the inferior human creatures the many benefits of becoming BORG. In a few days, the mightiest of all the Borg Cubes would be at Voyager's position and its long journey would come to an end. ***** Seven and Paris met secretly. Their future was being discussed and it would not do for B'Elanna to suspect even their cooperation -- let alone their body exchange. With all of Seven's Borg control, Paris told Seven of her theory regarding the alien plant. "Do you think that the plant could have a vital role as a possible catalyst and transform the Spockite-211 into a functional Transwarp power source?" Seven nodded his head. "Amazing, my own observations indicate you are right! What are we going to do? If we use the plant as part of the Transwarp drive, it will get us home all right, but would destroy any hope we have of returning to our former bodies." "Yes, we must decide if we are prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice." Paris said with Seven's innate sense of calmness on the outside. Inwardly, she was in turmoil. 'I want to go back, don't I? Don't I?' she thought to herself. She thought she knew the answer to that question until recently but with every passing day, she grew more and more accustomed to her slim, agile curvaceous new body. Tom Paris had never been closer to a woman in his/her life before becoming one! Seven felt lead in his stomach. Give up sex with B'Elanna', and her love and worship? Give up his new strength as a male to become a weaker female again? Give up being one of the 'guys' in order to remain a cybernetically enhanced former enemy of everyone aboard ship? It was a lot to give up. ***** A shout came over the intercom. "THE BORG ARE BACK!" Paris could feel the collective tendrils invade her brain. "Be care! They will try and take over your mind now that you are me!" hissed Seven. "Fight them. Oh no! It's the Borg Queen's own ship -- the collective power will be magnified. Can you hold them off, Tom?" The strain held showed on her beautiful face. "I am trying. They seem confused to find my mind in your head instead of your mind, Seven." Still, the Queen's insidious thoughts whispered in Paris mind. Not being used to Seven's programmed mind, Tom Paris's mental resolve began to crumble under the insistent, subtle attack. He tried to gather his thoughts, and resist. "Come back to us, Seven of Nine, you must know resistance is futile. We will return your mind to the clarity it once had with the Borg collective." "You are right, my Queen, I will lower Voyager's shields. It will only take a moment." The Queen and the collective were well pleased. They had won! She ordered Seven to disable the warp drive so the Borg could assimilate the crew! Paris's new Borg enhanced strength swept aside resistance as she entered the engine room. B'Elanna tried to stop 'Seven's' unauthorized march to the warp controls and Tom sent her flying into a control panel where a fire broke out. Tom bent over the controls and manipulated them. The linked minds of the Collective gasped simultaneously as Voyager vanished from all sensors! Impossible! Such speeds were beyond even the perfect Borg Technology! IMPOSSIBLE! The Collective had a collective collapse of logic; thoughtfully enhanced by Tuvok helping Paris to use her Borg implants to fight off the Queen. They used the Borg Queen's own psychic attack to telepathically beam Janeway's chaotic thoughts back through Tuvok to 'Seven' and back to the Queen! Seven smiled. The Borg had never planned on Seven's body and mind being occupied by the very human mind of Tom Paris. The Queen's orders had proven quite ignorable to a mind untouched beforehand by the Borg. In fact, Tom was able to reroute the warp core power through the bay with the alien plant and send the modified ene