Okay, brand new fic, brand new writer. GO EASY ON ME!!! It's a long one so sit tight. Al. Please reply at : sirax@hotmail.com Disclaimer: You all know how this goes. Paramount owns everything. Except Lel who originated with James Whitcomb Riley. The adapted character, however belongs to me. How's that for a short disclaimer? Rating: haven't a clue, pg-13? pg? "An Air of Magic" By: Al Petran The morning bridge shift was unusually quiet. Harry stood at his post, silently counting the seconds. He knew Tuvok was watching his chronometer as well. Chakotay sat in the command chair, drumming his fingers to a steady beat, also ticking off time. We should have ignition in five . . .four . . .three . . . two..before Chakotay could get to one, the turbolift doors burst open and Tom stumbled out, rushing for the pilot's chair, shooing his replacement aside. Harry and Chakotay exchanged amused looks, it was clockwork. Paris took a deep breath, calming himself after the warp speed run from his quarters. He then turned to Chakotay, prepared to apologize. Never mind, Tom. I think I already know the explanation. Last night was your anniversary, wasn't it? Chakotay cocked a very amused eyebrow, trying to keep his smirk under control. Yes, sir. It was. How'd you know? Tom glanced over at Harry, who held up his hands in innocence. It's written all over your face, Ensign Chakotay chuckled now. Tom didn't get it for a minute, then reached up and touched his cheek. Sure enough, there was a bite towards his ear that he hadn't spotted this morning in the mirror. He would've seen it if he hadn't been so rushed. I'm guessing the medkit the Doc gave you wasn't opened this morning? Harry spoke up. Early morning shift was always looser and they could banter like this for hours. I knew I forgot something. I must've been too concerned with my duty to bother wasting my time on trivialities like physical injury. Tom snapped his fingers and sounded sarcastically mournful. The grin on his face betrayed his words. Don't worry about it, Tom. I'm sure the Doc will take care of it when you report in this afternoon. He might even be interested in how it happened. Harry smirked, earning a hint of a glare from Tom. Interspecies mating habits are a hobby of his. Tuvok added, not one to be left out on tormenting Tom Paris. So long as it was logical. Commander, I have a few choice words for you, and I'll save 'em for when we're off duty. Tom smiled playfully. Smart officer. Knows his place. Might be able to teach a few other people around here. Janeway marched onto the bridge, smiling over at Tom, then taking the command chair that Chakotay relinquished. Tom turned back to his controls, grinning and Harry busied himself as well. There was simply an uncharacteristic mood of good cheer today. Everyone seemed a little happier than usual. A flashing light on his console attracted Harry's attention. It was a written message sent directly to him. Glancing around the bridge to make sure he wasn't about to get caught, he opened the message. I have discovered an additional counterargument to your theory. Was all the message said. Harry did everything he could not to laugh out loud. Only Seven would do something like this. She'd been quite upset over how well he argued the theory of love in their ongoing debate. He'd made a good point last night, one that left her without a defense. But now she must've found one. Quietly he tapped in a response. Your comfort with the situation is irrelevant. You are attempting to avoid the argument. She responded quite contritely. Harry sighed, he'd have to go the Borg way around. This is an inefficient use of my time. My duty is on the bridge. We will continue the discussion when I report to Astrometrics. He typed, hoping he hit the proper Borg nerve. You are correct. We will continue later. Harry shook his head slightly. When she argued, she argued. People all over Voyager had started spelling 'stubborn' as S-e-v-e-n. Harry smirked, wondering what she'd come up with this time. This argument of theirs had started after he'd recovered from Tal and had been going since. It simply wouldn't die. In a way, it was encouraging. As long as Seven was willing to discuss romance (or more accurately, debate) it meant it maintained her interest. There was hope. A sudden alert caught his attention. Captain, Seven's picked up a vessel on the long range sensors. Harry reported, receiving the data from Seven. What sort of vessel? Janeway turned in her chair to look at Harry. It doesn't match any ships in our database. More new encounters. I'd rather hoped for a calm day. Chakotay commented wryly. Janeway cast a rather disapproving glance at him, but didn't take the bait. The vessel is emitting a distress signal. Harry added. Alter course to intercept. Janeway finally nodded. Damn! There went any hope for a calm day. Today would have to be their usual. Encounter new species, save a world, blow up bad guys, discover new secrets. It would be something along those lines. Harry silently prayed that this would be as simple as Borg or species 8472. Anything beyond that would ruin the day. He did, after all, want to get some clarinet practice in. When Tom finally announced that they'd arrived at the intercept coordinates, Harry did a quick scan, quelling the urge to sigh in relief when nothing too odd showed up. Seven would remind him that their purpose was exploration and discovery, and relief at avoiding such duties was not only illogical, but counterproductive. Thank God Seven wasn't on the bridge. Life signs? Janeway was watching the ship on the viewscreen. It was small, about the size of a one man shuttle. No identification, no markings, and even more surprisingly, no weapons. None, Captain, Harry shook his head, then gaped as his readings suddenly altered, Wait, I just picked up a life form. Just one. It's human, female. What? Janeway stood and stared at him. Harry couldn't do anything but shake his head in equal amazement. Why didn't the sensors show it immediately? Chakotay demanded. I don't know. My sensors showed nothing for a minute, then this suddenly flashed into existence. Harry responded. He cursed silently. Time for that seeking out new life bit of Starfleet. Hail her. This is Captain Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager. We are answering your distress call. Captain, I'm grateful. My engines fell apart half a light-year ago. I had to slingshot around an asteroid's gravity to get this far. I think I blew my warp coil. the face of a young woman appeared on the screen. Something about her automatically struck Harry as odd. She had bright red hair that was long and unruly and fell in her eyes. Eyes that were a very dark, piercing, green, and a little too mischievous for him to be comfortable. But there was something more. She was . . .young. That was it. She looked very young. As though she were barely an adult. We'll beam you aboard- NO! I- uh- I'm afraid can't handle transport, Captain. the girl immediately interrupted Janeway. Janeway signalled a mute and turned to Chakotay. Could it be a trick? Janeway asked of her officers. She's definitely human. I'd like to know what she's doing so far from home. Chakotay commented. She is also not the only being to possess a phobia regarding transporters. It is a common disturbance. Tuvok pointed out. Captain, her life support is failing. She doesn't have that much breathing air left as it is. Harry checked his scans. Janeway nodded, that single swift nod that was so decisive. We'll tractor you into our shuttle bay. Janeway turned back to the girl. Thank you, captain. was all she said before signing off. That was abrupt. Chakotay shook his head. Lock a tractor beam on her. Bring that ship in. Chakotay, alert Be'lanna to have an engineering team ready. Tuvok, Harry, with me. Janeway stepped into the turbolift with Tuvok, Harry and two security guards. They quickly sped away to the shuttle bay, arriving just in time to see the ship get pulled in. It took only moments after being released for the hatch to open and their guest to present herself. Very young. She wasn't wearing any clothes that Harry recognized. Black pants, a long black tunic that was belted and heavy duty boots. The ancient, gothic look of the clothes contrasted her appearance. Captain, my name is Lel. I appreciate your assistance. she bowed at the waist. Janeway raised a surprised eyebrow at Tuvok. Of course, Lel. Where exactly is it you're from? Kathryn decided to try diplomacy first. A place I'm sure you haven't heard of, Captain. Lel shook her head, a smirk of amusement on her lips. Try us. I'm from a place called Tentoleena. Lel said, the set of her jaw saying she wouldn't tell anymore. You're human? Tuvok finally asked. I suppose so if that's what sensors say. Lel shrugged. Harry wasn't sure why, but he was under the instant impression that she was deceiving them. Consciously or otherwise. We'll have our chief engineer examine your craft and begin repairs. Her name is Be'lanna Torres. Contact her if you want to know how things are going. Ensign Kim, perhaps you can show Lel to some guest quarters. Janeway turned to Harry. The unspoken message passed between them; don't let her out of your sight. Harry nodded, then gestured for Lel to come with him. How'd you get so far from home? Harry glanced at her as they walked through the corridor. I haven't the faintest clue. Lel shook her head, but she smiled up at him. What's your first name? Harry. Do you have a last name? No. she quickly stated, cutting the question with a sharp answer. Harry just nodded. Okay, some odd subjects not to bring up. All the guest quarters are on this deck. Harry commented as they stepped out of the turbolift. I don't want to go to guest quarters. Lel stopped dead in the middle of the corridor. Harry looked at her in shock. She didn't look too serious, more like she was playing a game. Where do you want to go? Harry repressed a shudder at conducting yet another exciting tour of the hydroponics bay. You want to go somewhere else. There's somewhere you're supposed to meet someone. I want to go there with you. Lel smiled mischievously. How'd you know that? Harry demanded in shock. Never mind. I want to go there. Lel's jaw was set in the way it had been before. She wasn't budging on this issue. Fine, it would get him to seeing Seven sooner. She could tag along all she wanted. He just hoped Seven wouldn't mind. She shouldn't. People were irrelevant. Walking into Astrometrics, Harry felt as if a sudden wave of relaxation had passed over him. That or the soft smell of Seven's perfume. Or soap. Or shampoo. He'd never had the nerve to ask. Hey, Seven, what's that smell you have? Yeah, that'd really make him look good. Whatever the smell was, it set his entire soul at peace in seconds. He'd thought of telling her, but was certain it would come out wrong. Besides, love was irrelevant. In fact, as far as he knew, he was irrelevant. Pushing the thoughts away Harry surfaced just in time to catch Lel's hand as she was reaching for a control panel. Seven wouldn't like that. Harry whispered quietly. Lel smiled somewhat apologetically and shrugged. Seven, finally finishing whatever she'd been working on turned to greet them. Ensign Kim, you are early. Your duty shift does not end for another 27 minutes. Seven stated, as precise as usual. She memorizes my duty shifts? The mere thought made his heart jump gleefully. Yes, the Captain appointed me as escort for our guest. And she wanted to come here. Harry gestured to Lel, who looked positively fascinated with Seven. She even walked closer for a better look. The red haired girl was a stark contrast to the ex-Borg. So stark that all Harry could do was look at them in amazement. Seven's stately, dignified and statuesque beauty contrasted Lel's elfin appearance. Even Lel's unruly head of fire red hair was the opposite of Seven's efficient blonde twist. State your designation. Seven ordered. Harry resisted the urge to groan. That was the perfect introduction. I am Lel. And you are 7? My designation is Seven of Nine. I am *was* Borg. Seven corrected herself, much to Harry's surprise. You appear familiar. Perhaps the Borg have encountered you before. Seven was looking curiously down at Lel. Lel seemed shocked for a moment, and Harry watched with deep interest what piece of information might be revealed. I've never met the Borg. Lel said with a swift touch to Seven's hand. While Harry may not have seen the small sparkle of golden dust that passed from Lel's hand to Seven's, he did see Seven open her mouth, then close it again. You are correct, I was remembering another encounter. Seven returned to her work. Harry looked from Lel to Seven and back again in confusion, but kept his mouth shut. Go ahead and work for a while. I'd just like to watch. Lel smiled that upsetting mischievous smile and leaned against a bulkhead. Harry debated the issue mentally for a few moments, then went over to a console to begin work on the sensor upgrades that Seven had been doing. So, what's your argument? Harry finally asked. Silence was disturbing and he certainly wasn't about to let Lel make him uncomfortable around Seven. Argument? Seven asked, her tone detached. Harry knew that tone, she was absorbed in her work. You said you had a new argument regarding our debate about love. Harry turned to face her. Seven paused, then turned to face him, her eyes sparkling as she remembered. You previously stated that love was positive by virtue of its constant existence through time and space. Right, almost every species in our galaxy has a love sentiment of some sort. Harry leaned back against his console, crossing his arms, waiting to hear whatever was about to come out of her mouth. You are forgetting that fact and popular opinion are opposites. In your own human history there was an elongated period of time when popular opinion was that the earth was flat. Also, the sentiment is not universal. Vulcans and several species similar to them do not agree with the concept of love. You've been talking with Tuvok too much. Harry shook his head. He had hoped she wouldn1t have thought of the popular opinion thing. But that was hopeless anyway. Therefore, my original conclusion holds true. Love is a weakening, inefficient emotion that disrupts normal duty and serves no purpose other than to feed the so-called emotional needs of the individual. Love is irrelevant. the quirk of a victorious smirk on Seven's lips was enough to tell Harry she was convinced she'd won. Oh no you don't you cold-hearted queen. But love creates balance to the emotional spectrum. Without it, the only feelings people would have would be hate, anger, sadness. Love is a positive sensation that can trigger other positive feelings. Emotion cannot be assimilated and it is not a threat. Therefore emotion is irrelevant. That's Borg. You're human. Don't try to kid me, Seven. You've been angry, you've been vengeful, you've even been sad. Emotion is not irrelevant. I am no longer Borg. I am no longer perfect. Because of that I have become weak with emotional reactions. But I have more control than full humans. Seven seemed to be getting irritated. She hated it when he was able to point out her own weaknesses, correct her on issues. Those were moments Harry lived for. No, actually he lived for the moments when she smiled at him or told a sly joke. But these came close. Seven, if you can feel hate and anger, you can't tell me that you don't feel love! he1d said that a little louder than he wanted to. It was a matter close to his heart after all. Seven paused, staring at him, trying to think of a response. Neither person saw the subtle wave of Lel's hand from the corner, showering both people in golden sparkles. If time could stand still, it did. Harry Kim was stuck forever in that one moment in time, staring at Seven's face, into her deep blue eyes and at the soft lips now centimeters from his. When she kissed him the spell was broken and time resumed, but in a far more wonderful way. Her arms were around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her waist, not wanting anything to separate them. Harry wondered for an instant whether or not Seven had ever kissed anyone before. But he didn't want to think about it and his thoughts disappeared as he reveled in the sensations flooding him. They never saw Lel smile and slip out of Astrometrics. Lel walked along the corridors of Voyager, pleased no end with herself. She1d had far more fun than she'd anticipated. And the ship was still ripe with opportunities. She hoped her companions were enjoying themselves equally. She spotted one of them in the corridor, coming towards her. Lel rolled her eyes, she snatched the small golden glowing object out of the air and ducked down a silent corridor with it. I told you not to appear out in the open. Do you really want them to see you? Be careful. They'd have far too much fun trapping you in some cage. What happened? Yes, I think she's the one called Be1lanna. Really? Tried to hit you with her fork? You do look like a bug you know. Serves you right for not laying low. Lel held the tiny glow between her thumb and forefinger, scolding in whispers. She suddenly felt someone near her and quickly hid her friend inside her tunic. Were you talking to someone? a tall, dark haired man came into the corridor, looking at Lel suspiciously. He had darkish skin and black ink over his left eyebrow. No. But a few ensigns just left in that lift. Lel pointed to the turbolift at end of the hall. Ah. I'm Chakotay, first officer of Voyager. Chakotay extended his hand and smiled. Lel looked up carefully into his eyes, searching through him. She smiled and shook his hand heartily, the slight smattering of golden dust fading into his skin. I'm pleased to meet you, Chakotay. Tell me, where is your captain? She's in her ready room, she wanted to rest up a bit. his words hit a grating nerve in Lel's mind. He was lying, she hated it when people lied to her. Not only was it annoying, but it physically hurt to sense it. Once the hairs on the back of her neck settled down she unclenched her teeth. I see. I would've expected a captain like Janeway to be doing research on her visitor. Trying to figure out just what another human was doing in the Delta quadrant? Completely alone, no less. Are you saying we should be suspicious? If Chakotay was disturbed by her reading right through him, he showed no sign of it. He was exceptionally well trained. I should think suspicion was what kept your crew alive out here. I certainly have relied heavily on it. Oh? Who have you encountered? Sorry, Commander, that would be telling. And if your captain is already digging through the Federation databases - as I'm quite sure she is - then I wouldn't want to spoil her work by giving things away. Research can be so fulfilling. Tell me, where might Be1lanna Torres be right now? I1d like to discuss my ship with her. She's in the docking bay where your craft is. You can go see her yourself. Chakotay smiled another big friendly smile and Lel left. She knew exactly what was running through his head. Time to visit the captain. Lel was grateful he1d wanted to shake hands, otherwise it would have been difficult to touch him with the dust. Quite satisfied with her work, Lel headed for the docking bay. Harry and Seven had walked (quite quickly) to his quarters, holding hands and attracting their share of odd looks. The minute they were inside his quarters Seven tore his shirt off, patience not a thought. Harry swallowed hard, trying to bring himself under control. A few deep breaths and he was able to catch Seven's hands in his own, stopping her. Slowly, Seven, this is new for you. Harry counseled quietly, searching her eyes for a glimmer of agreement. Seven nodded once, then stepped back. Harry smiled and let out a deep breath. He reached behind her head and unfastened her hair, letting the golden waves spill over her shoulders. He touched the silken strands softly, arranging them around her face, then stepped back to admire his work. Very well, that was slow enough. Seven decided, then pinned him to the wall in another tight embrace. In the docking bay, Be1lanna rechecked her scanning equipment again. No matter how many different scans she ran, she couldn't get the tricorder to tell her what the gold stuff was that coated everything. EVERYTHING! Some weird dust probably. Must've picked it up on an alien world. She swiped her fingers along a console, examining the substance on her hand. She wiped it off, dismissing the substance and returning her attention to the warp coil. Vorik, I need the modulation of that phase convertor, now! Be1lanna shouted. The Vulcan raised a disdainful eyebrow and lifted his tricorder. Another set of hands stopped his and took the instrument instead. He glanced up and Lel smiled at him. I'll take it to her. Lel smiled, holding up the tricorder and patting him once on the hand. Vorik noticed the sparkling matter left on his hand by hers. He was able, however, to dismiss it with logic. Lel stepped up next to Torres and handed her the tricorder. Thanks. . . . Isn't Harry supposed to be with you? Be1lanna glanced at her. He got preoccupied. I'm quite capable of navigating my way around a federation ship without a guide. Lel smiled. How are the repairs coming? Pretty good. Looks like you blew a connection and burnt out your coil, but it wasn1t anything we couldn1t fix. We should have you on your way in a little over an hour. Amazing! Lel was shocked.I1m actually going to have to slow you down! Lel dropped her finger to a nearby EPS power distributor. A sudden zap melted the connection, effectively fusing the power taps to the distributor. Lel tapped Be1lanna's hand, both for the contact and to get her attention. Be1lanna followed Lel's finger to the EPS distributor she pointed to and swore loudly. Vorik! Shut down the plasma injectors! We've got a problem! If, I may, Chief, your engineers are rather worn. I think a break is in order. Lel offered. Look, I'll take care of my crew! Okay? Be1lanna snapped harshly. Of course, you're absolutely right. Lel smiled and a subtle gesture of her hand sent more dust onto Be1lanna. The engineer paused a moment, then smiled a small smile. Vorik! Take a break. One hour. Be1lanna ordered, then practically flew out of the ship towards her quarters. Lel smiled to herself. You should do what she says. Perhaps get something to eat. Lel suggested to Vorik, then left to get back to her fun. Janeway was studying her computer screen, straining to find some clue. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to make her already aching brain think harder. It didn't really work. The federation database was absolutely clueless towards the young woman's identity. The sudden opening of the doors to her ready room shocked Janeway to attention. Chakotay walked in, a worried line across his brow. It is customary to ring first, isn't it, Commander? Kathryn looked up at him. I did. Twice. You didn't answer. I'm sorry, Chakotay, I've just been trying to dig something up on Lel. It's not possible for anyone to be this unknown. Not a single reference. Janeway sat back in her chair, rubbing her temples. Well I've just found out something interesting about her. Chakotay quickly outlined his brief encounter with Lel. Janeway did everything she could to keep her mouth from dropping. But by the end of Chakotay's story her mouth had hit the desk. How could she possibly have known? Kathryn demanded. I don't know. She may be telepathic. No, Tuvok would've sensed that. What was she doing alone? I put Harry with her. Janeway stood and paced. Chakotay shrugged in confusion, not knowing what to say. Janeway tapped her combadge, Captain Janeway to Ensign Kim. . . .Ensign Kim respond. . . .Ensign? there was absolutely no response. Kathryn turned to Chakotay. Computer, location of Ensign Kim? Chakotay demanded. Ensign Kim is in his quarters. Is he alone? Janeway asked. Chakotay looked at her in surprise, obviously wondering just what she was thinking. Negative. Who1s with him? Seven of Nine. WHAT??? they both demanded in unison, completely aghast. Something weird is going on. Janeway shook her head, pacing again. I want Tuvok to search that ship. Nose to nacelle I want every inch covered and then back again. Chakotay nodded and gave the order over his combadge. Kathryn was busy trying to decide whether or not she wanted to have Lel brought to the bridge. There is an explanation, Captain. I just don't think I1m going to like it. Janeway shook her head. Chakotay smiled and took her hand. We'll take care of it. he smiled. The touch of her hand suddenly set a wave of heat through his whole body and he stared at Kathryn. She looked up at him as well, neither one entirely sure what had happened. Impulse led to action though and Chakotay pressed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss. For a moment Janeway wanted to give in, for a moment she did. Then she pushed him back, trying to stop her head from spinning. This isn't right. Something's not right here. Kathryn shook her head, unable to believe what had just happened. Chakotay knew she was right, but was fighting an irresistible urge to take her in his arms again. Taking a few steps back, Janeway collected her thoughts. I don't know what's going on. Chakotay offered helplessly. Where was Lel headed after you saw her? To see Be1lanna. Computer, location of Be1lanna Torres? Janeway called. Be1lanna Torres is in her quarters. the disembodied voice responded as coldly as usual. Tom isn't on duty is he? Janeway didn't even have to ask to know the answer. Not for another hour. What do you think is going on? I don't know, but the pattern is pointing to Lel. Get down to her ship and help Tuvok search. As soon as Harry resurfaces I'm going to chew him flat. Janeway seethed. Chakotay nodded and left, letting Kathryn sit down. Her legs were weak and her head was spinning and her heart still racing. She wanted to kill Lel for starting this, then herself for not going along with it. Harry opened his eyes lazily, looking around his surroundings. He lay in bed, Seven pressed against him, her head on his shoulder and her hair spilled across his chest. He had one arm around her, the other was gently toying with her hair. He let out a deep sigh, wondering how this had possibly happened. It was like a miracle. He couldn't understand how Seven had so suddenly come around. A short passage from a play he1d read in school flashed to his mind: What thou seest when thou dost wake, Do it for thy true-love take; Love and languish for his sake. He couldn't even remember who had written it but it seemed appropriate. Seven seemed to have waken up from a spell and showered him with love. He silently thanked whatever force had brought this about, then let a huge grin of contentment spread across his face. Seven stirred against him, raising herself off of him. Good morning. Harry smiled. She smiled back at him, which was enough to make him melt. Is it morning? she asked, surprised at the idea. No, I don't know what time it is. But it sounded right. Harry's smile widened. You are correct. Good morning, Harry. she smiled again and lay back down against him. Please, God, don't make me wake up. Janeway to Ensign Kim. Janeway's voice, not God's, called for Harry's attention. Damn it, Captain! You have the worst timing! Harry cursed mentally, then chastised himself for the rude thought. Janeway to Ensign Kim, respond. she called again. Harry cast a rueful look at Seven, then slid out of bed and grabbed his combadge. Ensign Kim here, Captain. Nice to have you back in the land of the living, Ensign. Report to my ready room immediately. Aye, Captain. Harry set down the badge frowning. What had he done now? She's angry? Seven asked curiously from the bedroom. Harry looked over at her, the sight of her curled up in his sheets more than enough to make any worries disappear. I think so. I should get up there and find out why. Harry nodded, grabbing his uniform. Make it quick. Seven smiled a mischievous smile and Harry sighed. He bent over her and kissed her lightly, then ran from his quarters, pulling on his jacket. Standing before Janeway, Kim felt like a first class fool. How could he have forgotten about Lel? She'd simply vanished from his thoughts, and now she might be causing trouble. Harry shook his head. I'm sorry, Captain, everything just happened so quickly. Harry tried to get an apology out. Janeway looked at him severely for a moment, then couldn't help smiling. He was in his uniform, but his hair was a mess and he definitely looked like he just fell out of bed. Never mind, Harry. I'm betting that you weren't exactly in control at the time. Captain? If I'm right, Lel might be toying with us. What I don't know is how. I see. he tried to keep the disappointment in his voice to a minimum. Was that what had just happened? He and Seven both out of control and acting on little more than instinct? An accident caused by another being? Harry wanted to beat his head against the wall. We'll get an explanation Harry. Until then I wouldn't worry about it. I think Seven's just been in denial for the last year. Janeway read his thoughts from his face. Captain? She likes you Harry, trust me on that. But she's got a lot of independent spirit. You'll just have to be patient. This may have been the catalyst to change her entire attitude. Kathryn smiled. Harry smiled in relief, realizing she was probably right. Amazing how she could read his mind. You're right, Captain. It was like she suddenly woke up from a magical spell that made her the ice queen and fell in love with me. Sounds like a fairy tale in reverse. Usually the prince has to kiss the maiden to wake her from the spell. Janeway chuckled a little. Harry sat down on the couch next to her. Perhaps you can help me, Captain. I woke up thinking of a quote, maybe you can tell me what it's from. I'll try, literature wasn't my strongest subject though. It went like this: /What thou seest when thou dost wake/Do it for the true-love take/Love and languish for his sake.' Harry quoted as best he could, hoping he got all the words right. Janeway thought for a moment, concentrating on her years of literature classes. Surprisingly it came to her as something Jean-luc Picard had quoted to her over an exceptionally boring Admiral's dinner. Shakespeare! That's from 'A Midsummer Night's Dream.' Janeway slapped her knee triumphantly. I can't remember that one. Harry shook his head. Oh, it's an excellent play. It's about four lovers that get lost in a forest and caught up in the affairs of the King and Queen of Fairies. Oberon and Titania. It sounds familiar. What was it that happened? Oberon used a spell to make everyone fall . . .in . . .love. Janeway's eyes slowly widened and she jumped to her feet, lunging for her computer. Captain? Harry asked, walking towards her. I searched the Federations personal database for information on our visitor. But I think we might find her somewhere else. We'll try Lel first. Janeway typed in the commands rapidly. The blaring 'matches' sign on the screen was all that responded. Okay. We'll try Tentoleena. They both held their breath as the search was conducted, and suddenly a match was found. Janeway read in disbelief. Janeway to Tuvok. Find Lel and bring her to the bridge. Janeway ordered with a smile. She glanced up at harry, Well done, Ensign. I beg your pardon, Captain? If you hadn't brought up that quote I never would have thought of doing this. My thanks go to you and your literature teacher. Janeway smiled, then marched onto the bridge. Tuvok and his security team were just escorting Lel out of the turbolift. Captain? I don't really understand what's going on. Lel's jaw was set hard and her eyes were snapping irritation. Odd things are happening all over my ship, Lel. And they started when you arrived. Odd things like my officers disappearing to their quarters for long periods of time, not answering hails. Doesn't sound like anything dangerous. Lel shrugged. Except that it's nothing they would've done before. I want you to remove your influence. Captain, I don't- Forget it, Lelloine. Janeway smirked. The girl stopped short, shocked, then clenched her teeth. How'd you find out? A sudden inspiration. Janeway smiled. Could you perhaps share that, Captain? Chakotay looked back and forth between the two. It would seem, Commander, that we have a fairy on board. What? Chakotay demanded, Tuvok and the rest of the bridge seemed to agree with the disbelief. Read these out loud. Janeway handed Chakotay a Padd. James Whitcomb Riley. 'Lelloine:' 'Tiny Queen, Lelloine! Little eyes that laugh out between Dimpled fingers that were busy But a weary moment since Mischief-making for she is a Match for Puck, the fairy prince! She must ever be advancing Some new prank; and laughing, dancing, Disappearing at the door, Like a sunbeam leaving shaded All that was so bright before Like a sunbeam leaving faded Flowers on the floor. O, you joking, dear provoking, Little laughing Lelloine.' Chakotay read the poetry beautifully, and in any other circumstance, Janeway would've been quite moved. In this situation, however, she was just regarding Lel with a smug smile, watching her get more and more annoyed. Damn, Riley! I knew better than to talk to him! Lel spat. Captain, how did you find this? Tuvok asked, scrolling through additional text. Simple. Harry had a literary inspiration, which led me into the literary database. The poet composed those lines over 400 years ago. If Lel hadn't told us where she were from, I never would've found any of it. Read the next one. Janeway nodded to the Padd. Chakotay gave her an odd look, obviously tired of the recital. 'Christine's Song:' 'Up in Tentoleena Land' Tentoleena, Tentoleena! All the Dollies, hand in hand, Mina, Nainie and Serena, Dance the Fairy fancy dances, With glad songs and starry glances, Lisping roundelays; and, after, Bird-like interludes of laughter Strewn and scattered o'er the lawn Their gilt sandals twinkle on Through light mists of silver sand- Up in Tentoleena Land.' A full fledged fairy. And the queen, no less. Janeway smirked at Lel. Oh please. I'm no more a fairy than a frog. I can't help it if you humans get carried away with a concept. Lel rolled her eyes. And how did that concept start? I spent a few centuries living on earth. Some weird humans had a tendency to get too nosy and they started coming up with all the stories. And what about the sensor readings that say you're human? Tuvok asked. In this form I am. Our natural form is more . . .typical of story books. 'Our?' Chakotay demanded. Lel didn't answer, simply reached into her collar and pulled out something small that glowed. Releasing the thing, it floated in the air, zooming close to each of the bridge officers, getting a better look. When it finally approached Janeway, she was nothing short of stunned. It was an honest to God fairy. A few inches tall with golden translucent wings and golden, sparkling dust all around it. We travel everywhere together. There are about fifteen more of us on your ship. What were you doing here? Janeway wasn't liking how all this sounded. Fifteen intruders? An invasion of fairies? How would she explain this one to Starfleet? Better to keep it for her grandchildren. Exploring. We like to see how humans interact and how we can influence them. It can become quite fascinating. So that's what you've been doing, controlling my crew! Janeway was getting angry, the sick violation of the whole matter made her ill. Of course not, Captain! A simple touch of 'magic,' Lel sent a flurry of gold dust into the air with a gesture, and the subject suddenly has the courage and will to act upon their most deep-seated emotional desire. All though I've never come across so many people with so many romantic inclinations. Lel's smirk was infuriating. It would explain the courtship ritual I observed Vorik and Sue Niccoletti engaged in the Mess hall. Tuvok cocked his logical eyebrow. Everyone needed a moment to recover from that mental image. Lel just smiled. Of course, the magic can be used for a mild form of control when needed. she added as an afterthought. Like when Seven recogniKÎčAyou? Harry asked, recalling the incident. Damn Borg. They never forget anything. Not like I could do anything to their Collective anyway. Desires were irrelevant. But I couldn't let her give me away, there was too much fun to be had. Reverse it, Lel. Janeway ordered, her tone as hard and forceful as a physical blow. Reverse it? Lel laughed back, What do you expect me to do? Suck it back out of you? I assure you it's impossible. I will not stand by and let my crew suffer from overwhelming lack of control! Janeway took a few menacing steps forward. The influence is short lived, Captain. By now it's already wearing off. The only thing that lasts is the feelings brought on by the actions of the spell. If the feelings aren't real then they'll dissolve just as quickly as the spell itself. If not, well, then I've accomplished another feat fit for Cupid. So everything will be back to normal? Chakotay asked. I didn't say that. Things will have changed. I imagine there will be a few new couples on board. Lel cast a sidelong glance at Harry, who blushed furiously at the insinuation. I want you off this ship. We'll give you the tools to fix your own vessel, though I'll bet not much was wrong with it in the first place. I want you and every tiny version of your kind that was here off my ship! Sounds like the fun's over. I know when to end a visit, Captain. I must say, you've been quite gracious. . .And entertaining. I'll leave immediately. Lel smiled a final playful smile, then exited, her tiny friend following her. Janeway turned and looked at her officers, all still too amazed for words. Tuvok, make sure they get out of here, when the ship leaves, scan for any extra life forms. Make sure they're all gone. Janeway ordered, stomping down to her chair, still angry about how wrongly they'd been used. For a brief second she considered Lel's words. If the feelings weren't real, they'd disappear as quickly as the spell. Kathryn glanced at Chakotay on her right. She prayed time would tell . . .quickly. * * * How could I not have known?? It wasn't her! I was so stupid! I should've done something! What was I thinking? What was I doing? Why wasn't I in control? Why am I such an idiot?! Harry was pounding his head against the bulkhead in astrometrics. He was off duty and had gone back to his quarters only to find Seven go. He'd come to astrometrics figuring it to be the one other place she might be. They really needed to talk. But she not being present he settled for talking to himself. Would you care for an answer? Or would your prefer this remain a rhetorical conversation? Seven's voice hit him from behind. He turned to see her regarding him with an arched eyebrow (that damned reflex she couldn't control) and a smirk (that damned annoying smirk she could control if only she wanted to). Seven, I was just. . .uh . . .just- Beating your head against the wall? Well yes, actually. Harry smiled. And asking questions aloud. Did you expect an answer from individuals that obviously are not present? No, I just was asking myself. How did you answer? I told myself I'd get back to me on that. Harry chuckled a little, bringing another smile out of Seven. Allow me to step in for you and give you an answer. Seven stepped into his personal space, the way she always did when she felt playful. It was a hell of a way to make him nervous. By all means. Harry choked a little. You could not have known because none of us knew. You weren't actually thinking. You were kissing me. None of us were in control. And you aren't an idiot. Seven answered each of his questions in precise order. Come again? Harry asked after a few seconds, his own brain not working well enough to process the feed of information. I will state the matter in terms you can understand, Harry. I love you. Seven smiled a little. You what? Really?? Oh, Hell! That sounded positively brilliant, Starfleet. Harry cringed as he heard the words come out of his mouth. To his relief Seven only smiled more. Yes, now no more questions. Rhetorical or otherwise. Seven whispered and captured his lips. The End