A/N: Thank you for all of my lovely reviews, I heart you! Also, this story won't follow the same plot-line as the actual series, and there will be a few twists and turns here and there to keep you happy

Amy's long, golden hair, flowed over her shoulders as she succumbed to sleep. It was past nine now, and Amy had been getting wearier and wearier, eventually dropping her head back against her mum's shoulder and closing her eyes. The three adult's continued talking as the child slept lightly.

"How come the girl's never went to public school?" Asked Janeway in an interested voice. The dinner had finished a while ago, and now they washed their mouths out with white wine, "As far as I know, it was compulsory wasn't it? Back then?"

Seven put her glass on the table, "Well, no. It wasn't compulsory, it was just recommended. The girls did go to nursery, but I thought it much easier to school them myself. Any work they did had to be sent to the school board, but overall, their learning was twice as fast as children in public school." Seven glanced down at her sleeping daughter, and smirked, "I had better get her to bed Captain. Thank you for the evening," she smiled good-heartedly, and slid her arms underneath Amy, and lifted her to her chest.

"Of course. Oh, Seven. Do you think you would be able to come to astrometrics tomorrow? There's a plasma storm four light years away, and I want to make sure that it won't harm the ship." Janeway asked lightly.

"Sure thing, Captain." Seven smiled, and started walking away again, "Goodnight Captain, Chakotay."

"Goodnight." Chakotay said, then turned to Janeway, "I should probably turn in for the night as well Kathryn." He stood up in his seat and started walking away, "Night," he smiled at Janeway, then walked out, leaving an alone, and slightly bemused Captain.

"Hey, wait up Seven!" he called out to the disappearing figure in front of him.

Seven looked back, and blushed slightly as she seen Chakotay walk up to her.

"Hey, um, do you want me to hold her?"

Seven flustered for a moment, something that Chakotay was shocked to see, "Uh, sure…" Seven tried to hand Amy over without dislodging her, and only gaining a murmur from her as she was transferred. It was only now, when she wore no high-heels, and instead, her navy pumps, that she noticed that she was nearly five inches shorter than Chakotay. "So…you seemed kind of shocked to see me and Amy at the dinner."

Chakotay laughed slightly, "Well, I didn't know you'd be there. I was meant to be talking with Kathryn about the plasma storm."

A crease appeared in between Seven's brows, and she muttered a small, "Oh."

The silver walls seemed to be very long suddenly, as the small, oddly assembled, and broken family walked down the inside of them. Chakotay decides to break the silence, "I… I'm sorry. About Aphrodite. I know she must have meant as much to you as Amy does."

Seven smiled faintly, sadly, "Yes, yes she did. Thank you, Chakotay." She wrapped her arms around her waist, "It was so hard when she...when she fell asleep. I couldn't sleep for weeks…had nightmares about the car driver coming back for Amelie every time I slipped into sleep…Once I even barricaded myself into my bedroom…I only came out because of Amelie crying against the door." She blinked away the tears that and gathered in her eyes, and took a deep breath. "Why did she have to be hit? Why couldn't it have been in this century? When she could have been saved?"

Chakotay stayed silent for the most part. As far as he could tell, she hadn't spoken to anybody about her feelings over her daughter's death. He watched as she wiped furiously at her eyes, trying to stop the salty tears. They reached the turbo lift, and slipped inside. Seven pressed the button for their deck, seeing as Chakotay's hands were full at that particular moment. "Seven-"

She held up a hand to stop him talking, "No…no, it's fine. I know if you had been there you would have done everything possible." She smiled briefly, "Not because she i…was your daughter; but because you are that person."

The doors slid open, and they stepped over the threshold in sync. He smiled at her, and she felt her cheeks burning lightly again. When the noise of Seven and Amy's quarter doors opening sounded, Amy jumped in fright, and tightened her arms around her father's neck, her eyes wide, before remembering, and relaxing slightly.

"Mama?" she asked quietly.

"Yes honey?"

"Can I go to bed please?"

Seven smiled fondly at her daughter, "Of course."

"Toda, mama."

Chakotay looked at Seven quizzingly, "Toda?"

Seven put a finger to her lips, and beckoned Chakotay to follow her to the bed. He softly undid Amy's hands, which were still clutching together around his neck, and laid her in the double bed. Seven whispered to him, "It is Hebrew, for thank you. Georgia's mother was Israeli, and taught the girls some words and phrases."

"Ah..but, isn't Hebrew a dead language?"

Seven walked to the sofa, and sat in it with a sigh. Her muscles seemed to aching for some reason, "In this century it is. But in the twenty-first century, almost half of Israel spoke the language."

Chakotay sat down next to her, and raised his eyebrows at her, "Really?"

"Really." Seven smiled at him, and then said, "Do you want a drink?"

Chakotay returned the smile, and nodded, "Tea please, no sugar. Thanks."

Seven silently replicated the tea, plus her own choice of pure apple juice, and put them on the table. "I never got the chance to ask, how have things been?"

"Oh, you know, same old." He remained stoic for a moment, then laughed lightly, "No, looking for you, and trying not to make the ship move. We were dead in space for the time you were gone, plus another hour until B'Lanna knew we could start up again." He looked in her eyes, "I guess I don't really need to ask how you've been, you've told the story twice."

"Not the whole story. It's easier just to give a roundabout explanation than to tell the whole thing."

Chakotay's eyebrows furrowed a moment, "So what did you miss out?"

A blush appeared on her pale cheeks, and she laughed inwardly, "Oh jeez. You seriously want to know?"

"Yes. I really do."

Seven bit her bottom lip, and sighed, "When the girls were three months old, I met a man called Dallas. He was nice, and we became quite good friends. He would come over a lot, help me with the girls… when he got evicted from his flat, I put him up." Seven paused, and rubbed her eyes. These were memories she would have preferred to leave alone, but her and her big mouth had to say that there was more to her…story.

"We entered into an intimate relationship not long after, and a year later, I had found out that I was pregnant."

"Oh God…" Chakotay whispered to himself, careful not to let Seven hear him.

"At sixteen weeks I…lost the baby." She took a shuddering breath, before continuing, "I cried for so long, but I had my girls to take care of. They were only a year and ten months… talking and running and…everything. I couldn't expect Dallas to care for them on his own."

Chakotay stayed silent. He knew that Seven was in her memories, and to disrupt that would be horrible to her.

"Rowe and Amy called him 'daddy' from when they were only seven months old. Such quick learners they were, walking at ten months, running at eleven. I had the perfect little family, even if they weren't his. We were even going to get married, and try again for a baby…until I found him with another woman, two weeks before the wedding. I broke things off instantly, I couldn't have my loves around him after that." Seven's eyes were slightly glazed over. She blinked. "Amy and Rowe were three years old when this happened, and I've tried my damn hardest to forget about it…please don't bring it up again."

"I won't. look, Seven, I'm sorry."

"About what?" Seven looked puzzled for a moment.

"About Dallas… and the…" Chakotay trailed off, feeling quite awkward.

"Miscarriage? You can say it Chakotay." She breathed a laugh, then became solemn again, "Thank you." Seven finished her apple juice, then said, "I'm getting some vodka. I'm bored, and very untired. Want some?"

Chakotay looked taken aback. It was one thing to have just been talking about miscarriages with Seven of Nine, but a whole other dimension to be talking about vodka with her! "Er…"Before he could say the word, Seven had slammed a glass in front of him, and was swigging the clear liquid out of her own.

This was a night he was sure to never forget.

A/N: Okay, this went TOTALLY different to how I planned, but who cares? Drunk Seven! :D hehe, I'm eeeevil xD R&R please! 3