Hi everyone, (deep nervous breath).  Okay this is my first ever fan fic, 
which I'm sure you can tell.

Somewhat Damaged
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Disclaimer: Paramount own everything.
K/7, K/f
Warning: Major brooding.
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If there are two things that I have excelled at on Voyager since I was 
brought aboard they would be: playing the fool and hiding.  Both go hand in 
hand, and they quickly became my answer to everything:

"Seven would you like to attend the Delaney sister's birthday party?"

I would quickly ask them what that was, or that it was an inefficient waste 
of time, my usual response.  People tire of having to explain things over 
and over.  It also gives people the belief that the Borg, to quote Mr Paris 
are "mindless automatons", it gives them a sense of superiority, 
unfortunately the Collective does not have to control every Drone's thought 
and movement.  In my case a order was given, I complied, I knew no 
different.
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You're sitting with Ensign Jenkins again, gazing into her eyes as if nothing 
else mattered.  The Hirogen could attack and take Voyager, and you wouldn't 
notice, it's the first time I've seen you look content.  I'm happy for you.
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I once told the Doctor that there were no suitable mates for me aboard 
Voyager.  Another lie.  I'm not a suitable mate for anyone aboard Voyager.  
Can you imagine:
"Hi Mom and Dad, I'd like you to meet Seven, she was once a Borg, one of the 
Queen's personal Drones - a command Drone no less.  Isn't that right Honey?
She's mind raped, and destroyed billions, and took pleasure in the fact that 
they would add to the perfection of the Collective - didn't you Sweetheart? 
(people that would never see their families again, people...) Isn't she 
wonderful?!"
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She's reaching across the table, reaching for your hand.... your both well 
suited.  Both straight out of Starfleet, shared experiences to 
discuss...pleasant memories.  She can make you laugh.....your friends like 
her (that means so much to you)....she can give you children...you can both 
grow old together....she's not tainted by the blood of millions.
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I think Janeway suspects.  I obey her orders and she seems to trust me - 
it's seems enough for her.  She knows a Borg "with her wits about her" would 
be bad for morale.

I'll never forget the look on your face when I asked if you wished to 
copulate.  I didn't know you then, I thought you were like Paris.  Maybe I 
was protecting you.

You once said to me that ignorance was bliss, I thought it was the most 
inaccurate thing you had ever said,  Until I began to see the beauty of 
everything (the small pleasure in taking a walk,......)so much so that it 
blinds me (you blind me).  There are some things you should be kept ignorant 
of.

I want my blinkered vision back.  I don't want to see people, with feelings.
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You take her hand as you both exit the Mess Hall, laughing as you leave. I 
set my face to disdain as Neelix approaches, speaking of the irrelevant.