A/n: The 70th chapter! I can’t believe it! Thanks so much for the support everyone! :D
Oh no, not now, please… Seven mentally pleaded with her unborn daughter as another flash of Notsinian phaser fire sliced through the humid city air. Aylen’s mouth dropped open to scream but her mother’s groan as a contraction hit cut her off, her panic stricken blue eyes swivelling round wildly to stare at her mother’s buckled over frame, “Mama! What’s wrong with you?”
Gasping for air Seven dragged herself upright using the wall and tried to plaster over the pain on her face with a reassuring smile, “No…Nothing baby, will you go and get Michael for me please?”
“I’m over here Mama.” Michael said in a small voice from his bedroom threshold. He frowned at her uneasily, “Mama…is it my sister’s birthday?”
Seven laughed hoarsely, remembering how Chakotay had explained to them how their baby sister would come. “Yes, yes I think it is…” She gulped as another contraction hit, they were scarily close together, it had taken hours with her other two labours, and stumbled towards the phone, glancing back at Michael and Aylen, who was already hugging a whimpering Max, “I need you two to look after Max while I call your Papa and the Doctor, alright?”
Although pale faced they both nodded vigorously and Seven collapsed into the chair by the phone, entering Chakotay’s work number with superhuman speed, but instead of Chakotay, who despite the attack she’d been fervently hoping would answer, it was Captain Yates’ young secretary, Ensign Fuller who answered. “Can you put me in contact with my husband now?” Seven ground out at her through gritted teeth.
“A comm. blackout has been declared ma’am.” Fuller replied with cool formality.
“This is an emergency!” Seven retorted sharply, her fists clenching around the arms of the chair until her knuckles went white.
“We’re having a bit of an emergency here! The city, no, the entire planet, is under attack! The Commander is in the strategic bunker and there’s absolutely no way to get in contact with him until the state of emergency is lowered.” Fuller explained.
Panic began to burrow even deeper into Seven’s heart; Chakotay was in the heart of Starfleet headquarters, the logical place for the Notsinians to firing on? What if he was in danger? What if he was already? Every shred of learned courtesy within her was worn away and she resorted to her old Borg bluntness as she snapped, “Well, when you can find a way to communicate with him, tell him his wife is in labour!”
“Oh…” Fuller choked out, embarrassed understanding flooding her features, “I’ll do the best that I can to get through to him Seven.”
“Thank you…” Seven breathed, managing a weak smile of gratitude before redialling to get through to the Doctor.
It took him several horribly drawn out minutes to answer and when he finally appeared he looked seriously frazzled, “Seven? What’s wrong? Is Chakotay injured or…” He began to ask urgently but Seven cut him off, surprised to feel tears sliding down her cheeks in relief and fear.
“I don’t know…but I’m in labour…” She choked out, trying not to sob as her mind became overwhelmed.
The Doctor blanched, his lips parting in shock. “Are you sure?”
“My membranes ruptured eleven minutes ago, there was blood…”
The Doctor gulped, but his medical programming soon overtook his emotional subroutines. “We’ve got a triage situation here, we’re not meant to be taking non acute emergencies…” He trailed off, his brow deeply furrowed in worried thought, “You’ve still got your emergency beacon though haven’t you?”
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Star Trek Voyager: Fascination
FanfictionThe story of how Seven and Chakotay's romance blossomed and grew, before, during and after "Endgame". If you don't like Chakotay/Seven you won't like this!
