Disclaimer - This isn't my stuff so don't sue me. Oh by the way I said that this was taking place before unimatrix, but it actually takes part after the episode "Drive".
When Finnegan turned around he hardly expected the woman he saw to be attractive. That was probably why he almost fell over when he first saw her.
"Excuse me," he said as he turned to face the voice that had rudely contradicted him. " I don't believe that I was talking to ..."
He couldn't finish his sentence. He was completely taken aback by this woman. This woman with golden blond hair and cool blue eyes.
Seven looked as though she was going to make some snide remark and in fact she was, but something held her voice back too. When she caught the eyes of the tall sandy blond man with light brown eyes and a built and powerful body she could hardly find the words to comment on his cocky assumption. Eventually she did, yet not until after a long and uncomfortable time of eye contact with the stranger.
"I highly doubt that you know more about the Borg then anyone on this ship," she said, still making eye contact with the man.
"Mr. Dempsey Finnegan, this is my officer in charge of astrometrics, Seven Of Nine. Seven of Nine, this is our guest, Mr. Dempsey Finnegan," the Captain said, her voice indicated that she had noticed the tension in the room.
" Seven of Nine, that's a Borg notation," Dempsey said with confusion, until he noticed the implants on Seven's face and hands. He hadn't noticed them before. "Well that would explain the implants," he commented. "It's nice to meet you Seven," he extended his hand for her to shake.
She stuck hers out to him. Seven had shaken hands with people several times, yet none had elicited such an excited response. The sensation of which she had rarely felt. For the instants that their hands touched Seven felt happy and safe.
" You told me that your main area of study was Astrometrics, is that correct," Janeway asked.
It took Finnegan a while to respond due to the fact that Seven was taking up almost all of his attention. "Yes, sorry, that is true, it was my main area of study," he said finally.
" Well then, I suggest you look around. Seven has put together quite a nice spread here and I think that-" she was interrupted by the comm. System.
"Captain, your presence is requested on the Bridge," it was Tom Paris. She could hear laughter on the bridge.
" Is it important, I'm am busy showing our guest around," she replied.
"Well, I wouldn't call it an emergency, but it is defiantly something that you need to see," he said through laughter.
"Go ahead Captain, I can finish my tour another time," said Finnegan.
"Don't be silly, Seven, show Mr. Finnegan around the lab until I get back," she said as she walked toward the door.
"Captain?" Seven replied in distress.
"Seven I'll only be gone for a couple minutes, you'll be fine," she said almost mockingly.
The door closed.
When the Captain walked into the bridge she found a crowd of people surrounding the side counsel. When she walked toward the crowd parted to reveal Ensign Harry Kim's lower half. His head was stuck in the side councils repair compartment. Tom Paris was by his side laughing.
"I'm sorry I called you up here for this Captain, but you really had to see this," he said as he laughed.
"This is not funny," said the muffled voice of Harry through the wall.
"Are you okay Harry?" the Captain asked.
" I'm fine Captain, I'm just stuck," he replied.
"Lt. Paris, would you please refrain from laughing and help the ensign out of the wall," she said, straight faced.
Tom was a little nervous that she hadn't cracked a smile yet; perhaps she didn't find it as humorous as he did.
"I've already sent for a med team to come up and get him out Captain.
"Well that's good because I find Harry's other half a lot more charming," she said with a laugh.
Tom relaxed, " Yes Captain."
" Well I better get back down there, if you think this is strange you should see what is going on in Astrometrics," she said as she walked toward the turbo lift.
It was like an awkward date between two teenagers.
"So, what kind of sensors do you use?" asked Finnegan, trying to break the ice.
"Alpha relay sensors are our main form of sensory perception," Seven said looking down at her work, trying to pretend that she was focusing on that and not the man she was clearly attracted to that was standing next to her.
"Wow, that's the main kind I use on my ship. You know what I've found; if you realign the sensors so that they are about 8 microns to the negative you can gain a vision perception of about 600 light years. The areas close to you become a little foggy, but your other systems can usually compensate for it," he said with eager eyes.
" That's very interesting, but I think that I have a full understanding of my systems," she replied, slightly insulted by his comment.
"Well I wasn't saying that you didn't know your systems, I was just making a suggestion to improve them," he commented.
" Well your suggestion is noted, but the systems are fine the way they are," she replied.
"You know it wouldn't hurt to try it out, it might just turn out that I am right," he continued.
" It also might turn out that you are an idiot who doesn't know when to shut his mouth," Seven said.
" Yeah, well it may turn out that you are stubborn fool who can't take a suggestion because of her fool's pride," he said.
As he made this comment the door opened and the Captain walked in.
"So what do you think of our Astrometrics lab Mr. Finnegan?" she asked.
"It's very ... interesting to say the least," he said glancing at Seven, " Well, if you don't mind Captain, I would like to get back to my ship and prepare dinner for you and your officers."
"Yes of course," Janeway replied.
"And will you be attending Seven?" he asked, facing her.
Seven was caught off guard by the question, " Uh, well I have a great deal of work to complete and..." she was cut off by the Captain.
" Of course she will be attending," the Captain said to Finnegan and she glared at Seven.
"Great," said Finnegan, " Well the I will talk to you later ... oh and Seven, do try that realignment, it really will improve your sensors," he said with a smirk as he excited the room with the Captain.
"What an arrogant man!" Seven yelled when she was sure that they were out of hearing range. She looked down at her console and then looked up as to check and see that she was alone. She then began to program the sensors to 8 negative microns. She then nodded her head when she was pleased with the results. A smile crept over her face.
When Finnegan turned around he hardly expected the woman he saw to be attractive. That was probably why he almost fell over when he first saw her.
"Excuse me," he said as he turned to face the voice that had rudely contradicted him. " I don't believe that I was talking to ..."
He couldn't finish his sentence. He was completely taken aback by this woman. This woman with golden blond hair and cool blue eyes.
Seven looked as though she was going to make some snide remark and in fact she was, but something held her voice back too. When she caught the eyes of the tall sandy blond man with light brown eyes and a built and powerful body she could hardly find the words to comment on his cocky assumption. Eventually she did, yet not until after a long and uncomfortable time of eye contact with the stranger.
"I highly doubt that you know more about the Borg then anyone on this ship," she said, still making eye contact with the man.
"Mr. Dempsey Finnegan, this is my officer in charge of astrometrics, Seven Of Nine. Seven of Nine, this is our guest, Mr. Dempsey Finnegan," the Captain said, her voice indicated that she had noticed the tension in the room.
" Seven of Nine, that's a Borg notation," Dempsey said with confusion, until he noticed the implants on Seven's face and hands. He hadn't noticed them before. "Well that would explain the implants," he commented. "It's nice to meet you Seven," he extended his hand for her to shake.
She stuck hers out to him. Seven had shaken hands with people several times, yet none had elicited such an excited response. The sensation of which she had rarely felt. For the instants that their hands touched Seven felt happy and safe.
" You told me that your main area of study was Astrometrics, is that correct," Janeway asked.
It took Finnegan a while to respond due to the fact that Seven was taking up almost all of his attention. "Yes, sorry, that is true, it was my main area of study," he said finally.
" Well then, I suggest you look around. Seven has put together quite a nice spread here and I think that-" she was interrupted by the comm. System.
"Captain, your presence is requested on the Bridge," it was Tom Paris. She could hear laughter on the bridge.
" Is it important, I'm am busy showing our guest around," she replied.
"Well, I wouldn't call it an emergency, but it is defiantly something that you need to see," he said through laughter.
"Go ahead Captain, I can finish my tour another time," said Finnegan.
"Don't be silly, Seven, show Mr. Finnegan around the lab until I get back," she said as she walked toward the door.
"Captain?" Seven replied in distress.
"Seven I'll only be gone for a couple minutes, you'll be fine," she said almost mockingly.
The door closed.
When the Captain walked into the bridge she found a crowd of people surrounding the side counsel. When she walked toward the crowd parted to reveal Ensign Harry Kim's lower half. His head was stuck in the side councils repair compartment. Tom Paris was by his side laughing.
"I'm sorry I called you up here for this Captain, but you really had to see this," he said as he laughed.
"This is not funny," said the muffled voice of Harry through the wall.
"Are you okay Harry?" the Captain asked.
" I'm fine Captain, I'm just stuck," he replied.
"Lt. Paris, would you please refrain from laughing and help the ensign out of the wall," she said, straight faced.
Tom was a little nervous that she hadn't cracked a smile yet; perhaps she didn't find it as humorous as he did.
"I've already sent for a med team to come up and get him out Captain.
"Well that's good because I find Harry's other half a lot more charming," she said with a laugh.
Tom relaxed, " Yes Captain."
" Well I better get back down there, if you think this is strange you should see what is going on in Astrometrics," she said as she walked toward the turbo lift.
It was like an awkward date between two teenagers.
"So, what kind of sensors do you use?" asked Finnegan, trying to break the ice.
"Alpha relay sensors are our main form of sensory perception," Seven said looking down at her work, trying to pretend that she was focusing on that and not the man she was clearly attracted to that was standing next to her.
"Wow, that's the main kind I use on my ship. You know what I've found; if you realign the sensors so that they are about 8 microns to the negative you can gain a vision perception of about 600 light years. The areas close to you become a little foggy, but your other systems can usually compensate for it," he said with eager eyes.
" That's very interesting, but I think that I have a full understanding of my systems," she replied, slightly insulted by his comment.
"Well I wasn't saying that you didn't know your systems, I was just making a suggestion to improve them," he commented.
" Well your suggestion is noted, but the systems are fine the way they are," she replied.
"You know it wouldn't hurt to try it out, it might just turn out that I am right," he continued.
" It also might turn out that you are an idiot who doesn't know when to shut his mouth," Seven said.
" Yeah, well it may turn out that you are stubborn fool who can't take a suggestion because of her fool's pride," he said.
As he made this comment the door opened and the Captain walked in.
"So what do you think of our Astrometrics lab Mr. Finnegan?" she asked.
"It's very ... interesting to say the least," he said glancing at Seven, " Well, if you don't mind Captain, I would like to get back to my ship and prepare dinner for you and your officers."
"Yes of course," Janeway replied.
"And will you be attending Seven?" he asked, facing her.
Seven was caught off guard by the question, " Uh, well I have a great deal of work to complete and..." she was cut off by the Captain.
" Of course she will be attending," the Captain said to Finnegan and she glared at Seven.
"Great," said Finnegan, " Well the I will talk to you later ... oh and Seven, do try that realignment, it really will improve your sensors," he said with a smirk as he excited the room with the Captain.
"What an arrogant man!" Seven yelled when she was sure that they were out of hearing range. She looked down at her console and then looked up as to check and see that she was alone. She then began to program the sensors to 8 negative microns. She then nodded her head when she was pleased with the results. A smile crept over her face.