Seven fell against a bulkhead as her Kinetic Displacement Implant failed. Kim hit his com badge.
"Ensign Kim to sick bay. Emergency beam out."
"Acknowledged." said the Doctor.
In seconds their atoms were ripped apart and pulled through a sub-space variance until they were reassembled aboard Voyager's Sick Bay. Seven was conscious, but confused.
"What happened?" asked the Doctor, waving a whirling medical tricorder.
"I don't know." said Kim. "We were examining the Cube. No drones anywhere. Like we thought, it's adrift in space. Seven found a communications array she'd never seen before. It's new Borg technology. Anyway, she touched it, the machine activated, and she fell."
"Her Nano-Cerbral Module is being bombarded by a transwarp frequency." said the Doctor.
"How is that possible?" asked Kim. "We're not moving in transwarp."
"No, but a communication of some sort is." said the Doctor. "Help me isolate her. If she's receiving Borg communication..."
"She could become dangerous." finished Kim.
"Precisely."
Seven felt her body lift. The hands touching her, Terran and Hologram, sent shivers of sensation through her legs. A curious wetness dampened her suit. Her nipples, still flesh, though supported by a metal undercarriage, stiffened. Her nose picked up keen odors in the room, of skin and hair. She swooned with an urge she'd felt only in Sector Zero, but much stronger. She recognized carnality, but had never before reached such a stage of arousal.
Kim left to make his report, while the Doctor entered his readings into the computer. They didn't notice Seven's long fingers running down her suit to the dampness between her legs. Pushing and rubbing through the fabric Seven ministered her sex as best she could. She tried to stop. When these sensations had come to her before, she had always managed to restrain herself. Not now. She could not be stopped now, no more that she could stop the Event Horizon of a collapsing White Dwarf. She dug and dug at herself until the shimmering material of her suit ripped and her fingers found purchase on blessed flesh. "Ahhhh!" she sighed, as she wiggled into the tear, wetting her fingers with a pungent juice. She found a tiny nub, pressed, and rolled her eyes back. "Yes!" she screamed.
"Seven?" said the Doctor, looking up from his station. The images received by his matrix scanned a bank of possible programmed responses, chose one, and commanded the Holo-Emitter force fields to lift the matter used to create the EMH's left eyebrow. "Oh my."
Seven heard the Doctor's voice, leaped off the bed, still reeling from vertigo, but determined to satiate herself. About her she could hear the faint hum of the security force field. "Doctor," she said, "I require your assistance."
The Doctor stepped through the force field, his body sputtering an electronic yellow as the passage momentarily disrupted his program.
"You should lie down, Seven." he said.
"Computer," said Seven, "Disable EMH Holo-Emitters outside the security field, and program to erase Emergency Medical Hologram program from all Voyager sub-systems should the EMH move without. Security override Seven of Nine Alpha, Alpha, Zero, Two, Zero."
