Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just taking Seven out for a stroll. Sorry if this offends you, Paramount.

Author’s Note: Thanks to Jeri Ryan for bringing out the life in the character we all know quite well by the name of Seven of Nine.

Summary: A 1^st person story from the viewpoint of Harry Kim. Set early 7^th season, just after ‘Unimatrix Zero, pt. II’

Rating: PG, maybe PG-13

She was strolling down the hall, her back straight, and her rear swaying just a little when I saw her that afternoon. Her heeled boots clacked on the panels of decking, and her gaze was straight. Those blue, blue eyes were focused, as usual, upon a PADD more than likely full of data regarding the latest anomaly or technical difficulty. Let’s just hope she doesn’t throw it at B’Elanna. Too hard, anyway.

I’ve been in love with that woman from the moment I first laid eyes on her. It’s hard for other guys to imagine, especially the ones here on Voyager, or so it seems. And she wasn’t exactly the picture you conjure up in your mind as a beautiful woman when I did first laid eyes on her.

She was still all Borged up, her skin was pasty, and her eyes were weird. Hollow. You couldn’t see into them like you could any normal humanoid, because there was nothing to see. She was a drone, chalk-full of information, but without a soul. No feelings, no heartache, no pain. Sometimes I still find it hard to believe she has them, when she fixes me with that icy stare and calls me ‘Ensign Kim’.

I made no move towards her. For a change, I was determined not to show my interest. But she surprised me by joining my table with a tray of real food in her hands, not just the pinkish-gray nutritional supplements she usually eats. “Is this seat taken, Ensign?”

I shook my head, and gathered my wits. Having regained a certain measure of composure, I answered verbally, as well.

“Hello, Seven. Please call me Harry.” I’ve been trying to get Seven to call me Harry for as long as I’ve known her. As far as I can remember, she never has. Until today.

This was a day full of surprises, though. Seven responded with, “All right, Harry.” And she reached across the table to gather my hand in her own. Her slim fingers, with those beautiful nails caressed the backs of mine, until I wished, oh did I wish that she had a better grasp on humanity.

I’ve long since decided that getting involved with Seven would mean that I was hopelessly insane. But being around her, especially when she was acting like this, was a dream come true, and I sat there wondering if insanity was such an awful fate.

I drew my hand away, not wanting rumors to start floating around the ship about us. I can handle them, and Seven can handle them, but avoiding them is always the best option. “What’s up, Seven?” I asked conversationally.

“That is what I have come to ask you about,” She stated. That’s Seven for you. Blunt as can be. She continued.

“May I speak with you later? In a less…public area?” She asked. She seemed almost afraid of what I would say. “Could you join me in Cargo Bay Two this evening?”

I took her hand again, surprise written all over my face, I’m sure. This wasn’t at all what I had expected.

“Sure, Seven. Listen, I’ve really got to get to the bridge, but I’ll be there. 1715 alright?”

“That is acceptable, ensig-Harry. Thank you.”

Seven let go of my hand, and I left the mess hall. But during my whole shift, I wondered what was coming. Good thing nothing important happened, and Seven didn’t rate my station efficiency today. I would have been at about 40% capacity, I was so distracted. Damn. Why does she still do that to me?

Ensign Culhane showed up, and I dashed from my station. Tom followed me eagerly, probably on his way to see B’Elanna. Once I wondered what those two do with all that time alone, and then, just as I figured it out, I realized I didn’t want to know. Which is why I make it my personal goal to stay out of their business.

But tonight, it was Tom who stopped me. “Where are you going in such a hurry, buddy?” He asked.

I stammered some answer about the airponics bay, and Tom called out for the computer to stop the turbolift. “And after the airponics bay, where are you going then?” He asked with a slight smile on his face.

“Tom, not now, okay? I’ll get back to you later.” With this, I dashed from the turbolift, and headed for my quarters. But before the doors closed, Tom, with a knowing smile on his face remarked casually, “The airponics bay is three decks up, Harry.”

* * *

Wearing a new pair of tan slacks that had forced me to eat a whole weeks’ worth of Neelix’s cooking, I made the jog to the turbolift, and down four decks to Cargo Bay Two, where Seven, Icheb, Azan, Rebi, and Mezoti live. The kids are all really cute, but Mezoti’s a special friend of mine. We’ve pulled a lot of pranks on Tuvok together. I would spend more time with the rest of them, but I don’t seem to be horribly welcome. The twins are wary of new people, and Icheb is B’Elanna’s engineering protégé, anyway. If he were a bit older, I think Tom would be jealous.

Ringing the door chime, I straighten my jacket and wait for an answer. It doesn’t take long. “Come,” Seven answers.

The door swishes open, and Seven is standing there in her usual catsuit. This one is plum colored, and it goes well with her hair. I tell her so, fully expecting to be told that such a compliment is irrelevant. Instead, just as she is about to answer, she seems to stop herself at the last second. “Thank you...Harry,” she responds stiffly.

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