by Cinder
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Distribution: To the list archive and my site. Shayney may forward this wherever she so desires. All others please ask.

Disclaimer: Would TIIC have conceived of something this cool? I think not.

Note: For Judy, who encourages me in often disastrous ways. She's so cool!

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There were things crawling on his skin, nanites and fingers and dust mites that he just knew were alive. Harry hugged his knees tighter to his chest and whimpered, rocking. Just twenty days, sixteen hours, forty-two minutes and twenty-three - twenty-four - twenty-five seconds ago, he and Tom had been happy, lying in their bed together.

He'd been lying on his back, his legs splayed, his hands clutching the bed clothes while his lover made every effort to suck his brains out through his cock. Tom had been succeeding quite nicely. It was only a precursor of the sweet things to come. His lover had promised to fuck him through the mattress and he planned to hold the other man to it, no matter if he felt limp as a wet noodle or not. . . like he would in just a few seconds. "Oh, gods, Tom!"

"Oh, gods, Tom," Harry whispered to himself. His beautiful lover who was now. . . now. . .


"Now one of my drones, Harry," that cultured voice told him calmly, forcing his face up by the chin. "They're all my drones. . . well, most of them."

In the middle of the beta-gamma shift change, when the ship was at her most vulnerable, The Borg had attacked. They were no longer playing around, toying with Janeway and letting her win. The Borg Queen was seriously annoyed with Voyager's Captain and meant to finally finish off the troublesome starship and assimilate it. By overwhelming Voyager with sheer numbers, she did.

Janeway and Seven were still alive, not drones, hanging up in the Queen's throne room, slowly suffocating in their crucified poses.

"Would you like to see him again, Harry? Would you like to see your Captain?"

Harry shook his head wildly.

They stared at one another, The Borg Queen stroking his hair and cooing to him like a pet dog. Harry flinched away from her touch.

Every day DroneTom brought him his rations. The mechanized man marched in, dropped the pan and then left without even acknowledging Harry's existence. His beautiful face was marred with metal implants. One of his blue eyes was gone now, to accommodate a laser beam. He would say nothing. Harry only heard the whir of his mechanical parts.

The first day he tried to talk to Tom, but the robot would not reply. That's all DroneTom was now, a robot with his lover's marred face. For hours, he cried for everything he had lost. Now, he just turned his face into the wall and refused to look.

"Why?" he finally asked the Borg Queen.

"Why assimilate all your friends? Because that's what I do, Harry. I am Borg."

"No, why not. . . assimilate me?"

"It would be easier for you, wouldn't it? Not having to think, not having to watch your lover become a machine, being a mindless hunk of metal like all the rest." She smiled, her black eyes sparkling. "But I have plans for you, Harry Kim. I could not have Locutus, so I will have you."

"No." He tried to back up, but his back was already against the steel wall.

"Besides, you're so beautiful when you suffer."

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