Note: First in a series of 47-word 'drabbles'. (For those unaware, the number 47 is a bit of a thing in Berman-era Trek.) J/C, Chakotay's perspective, first season Voy.
Incidentally, the number of days he's thought about her – every one since she stepped into his space, chin raised, defiant eyes challenging, grey-blue depths pulling him in.
He is nearly that old in years.
But under her gaze, his chest flutters.
Perhaps he could be young again.