Disclaimer: All the characters, except for Finnegan, are the property of Star Trek and not mine. This story may not be what we all think Seven is like but that's why it's a fan fiction, I've tried my best to keep it "real". HE HEHE. The next one will be really good!!!
Seven was on the verge of a nervous break down. She couldn't understand how all this had come to be. If a month ago someone had told her that she would be going on a date she wouldn't have thought the person was sane. And if someone has told her a week ago the she would be going to be going out with Dempsey Finnegan, she would have had him or her committed to sickbay. She still didn't believe it.
After she got off duty, she only had an hour and a half to get ready. She really didn't know what to do with herself, so she went to sickbay, and reluctantly asked the Doctor for some assistance.
He was at a counsel when she walked in.
"Hello Seven, can I assist you with something?" he asked her.
"Yes doctor, I'm sure you recall our social lesions, I need your assistance for tonight. I have a date," she said.
The smile on the Doctors face faded, " A date? Really? With who?"
"That is irrelivant," she said, For some reason she didn't want to tell the Doctor who it was. He gave her a look, one she had come to know as his disapproving look. He usually directed it towards Tom, but now it was focused at her. She sighed, "Dr. Finnegan."
"Dr. Finnegan? Really?" replied the Doctor.
"It is as much of a surprise to me as it is to you," she said, "I'm really not even sure if I should be doing this, it seems foolish."
"How did this happen?" the Doctor said as he walked toward Seven, "I'm not insulting Dr. Finnegan, but from my last encounter with you two, which I would love to forget, you really didn't seem to be at relationship level to be dating. It seemed the you two would be more likely to be sparing or shooting at each other."
" Your right Doctor, I should call this off, it will just end badly. The paring of Dr. Finnegan and I is highly illogical," she said walking toward the door.
"Seven wait," the Doctor said, "Obviously you were some what excited about this date or you wouldn't have come her to ask my advice. Now be honest, do you want to go on this date?"
Seven paused. She wasn't sure what she wanted. She defiantly felt something for Finnegan. She defiantly was excited to go out with him tonight. She defiantly was afraid. She hated to have to deal with these feelings. She hated to leave herself vulnerable to being hurt by someone, but she knew that it was all part of being human. She had to do what her heart told her to do.
"I suppose that I want to go," she replied.
"That's what I thought. So lets get you ready," he said.
Finnegan wasn't doing any better.
"Jesus Tom, I don't think that I have been this nervous since my high school prom," he said, taking a swig of some scotch that Nelix had replicated for him. It was actually quite tasty.
"Man, just relax," Tom told him as he took a sip from his drink.
"Relax, that's easy for you to say. Do you know when the last time I went on a date was, It was about six or so years ago, ok," he replied, taking another swig.
"Well just think about Seven, on the last date that she went on, she ended up pulling someone's shoulder out. And how about Axum, the last guys she was interested in. She could only see him when she was dreaming and now he is halfway across the Delta quadrant. She is even more inexperienced then you," said B'Elanna. Finnegan watched as B'Elanna's hand wandered from her cup to Tom's hand.
Finnegan knew that she was right. In fact he knew that it was going to be even more difficult for Seven.
"You know, that's why I think I'm so nervous. I feel like I have to show her a really great time because she hasn't really had a successful relationship with anyone," he replied.
"Whoa, whoa, now you're talking about relationships," said Tom, laughing.
"What ... no... you know what I'm talking about Paris," Finnegan said.
"He is just being annoying Dempsey, ignore him," B'Elanna said.
"And you wouldn't have me any other way," Tom said to her.
"Well, you two, I'm going to go get ready, I'll see you later. Wish me luck," he said as he pushed his chair in and finished his cup.
" Don't worry about in Dempsey. Seven wouldn't go on a date with someone if she weren't interested. And if you don't want to take her anymore you can always save me from going with Tom," B'Elanna said jokingly.
"You're welcome to her," Dempsey heard Tom say as he walked into the hallway.
Dempsey smiled. I used to have a relationship like that. When you couldn't stop touching each other, or looking at each other. Is that what I am looking for? Is that why I'm so attracted to Seven? Do I see that potential in our relationship? What about Betty? I can't believe that I am doing this. What am I thinking? Seven and I can barely talk to each other for five minutes and now we are going on a date with each other. I must be mad. But there is something about her that I just can't place. Something that makes her so attractive. She stirs up feelings that I haven't felt for a long time.
Finnegan opened the door to his room, petted Hercules, and got in the shower.
When he was done with the shower he began to change into his tuxedo. Since he wasn't a member of Starfleet he could wear whatever he wanted to the event as long as it was formal enough. Since he was partial to fashions of the twentieth century a tux was the logical choice. He had mentioned to Seven that he would be wearing it and she seemed to approve.
It was about 15 minutes till 19:00 when Finnegan was finally ready to go out the door. He took one last look in the mirror and frowned at his image.
"What have you gotten yourself into Finnegan?" he asked his reflection.
"Wish me luck Hercules, God knows I'll need it," he said as he patted his dog on the head, grabbed a bouquet of yellow roses of his coffee table, and left his room.
He didn't even remember getting on the turbo lift. He got on and got of without even realizing how close he was to her room. Then when he stepped into the hallway it hit him. He started to walk slower. He began to sweat. He was petrified. About two minutes after he got off the turbo lift, he found himself ten doors away from cargo bay 2, her quarters. Nine ... eight... seven... Seven. He stopped.
"Pull yourself together Finnegan," he said out loud to himself. What the hell is going on here? You have faced the Borg; you have faced Rublaton mastiffs and warriors. You have done this whole dating thing before. Why the hell are you having a problem now? Shape up!
Determination surged through his body. This is no big deal. He could do it. He walked past the seventh door, the sixth, and the fifth. This is no problem at all. The third, the second, and the first. Then, he was there in front of her door. He hit the bell, the door opened, and all his confidence flew away.
"He said that he was wearing a tuxedo from the twentieth century," Seven said to the doctor, "Does that mean that I should dress congruently with him, or was he just seeking my approval?"
"Well, I'm sure that he wasn't asking you to dress a certain way, he probably just wanted to let you know, but it would be nice if we found you something from that time," the doctor said, as he looked through Sevens wardrobe files on the computer.
Seven paced back and forth in her quarters. The Doctor could have noticed he tension a mile away, even though she always seem to exude a tense persona. The Doctor had come to notice a lot about Seven in the past couple of years. He knew that he would always have feeling for her, and it hurt him to see her going out with someone else, but he knew there really was no chance for him and her. Even if she had the same feelings he had for her, he was a hologram. He often would joke to himself about his situation saying "Persistence, is futile". So he would be her friend, it was the next best thing. He liked Finnegan well enough, so if he could make her happy then that would make the Doctor happy. All this, however, was easier said then done.
"Seven, it is very hard for me to concentrate while you are walking back and forth," the Doctor said, looking over his consul.
She stopped and looked up, "I'm sorry Doctor, I'm just very nervous,"
"I understand, but you really shouldn't get so worked up about it. I'm sure that Dr. Finnegan is just as nervous as you are. It's been years since he was on a date," he said. The words seem to comfort her a little bit because she didn't resume her pacing.
"That is a good point," she said.
"Ahh, her it is, this dress will be perfect for you," he said. Seven walked over to look at his choice. When she saw the dress, her initial reaction was rejection. She was not the dress wearing type of girl, but after she thought about it she decided that it was a good choice and she also didn't want to hurt the Doctor's feelings.
"Well, what do you think?" the Doctor asked.
" It is a good decision. I shall wear it," she replied.
The Doctor's face lit up, "Perfect, now all you have to do is let down your hair and you are all set. I leave you to get ready and I shall see you at the reception. Good luck."
Just asked the Doctor reached the door Seven called out to him.
"Doctor," she said.
He paused.
"Thank you," she said.
"It was my pleasure Seven," he exited the room, "It is always a pleasure."
It didn't take Seven long to get ready, in fact it didn't take Seven long to do anything. She got changed, fixed her hair, and waited. At about 5 minutes till the date, she started to feel anxiety in her stomach. She began to pace again. Up and down the room. She thought of calling and canceling, but she knew that was not only rude, but also impossible. She had to go tonight. She was so involved in her own thoughts that the sound of the bell at her door caused her to jump. She whipped herself around and faced the door.
Get a hold of yourself. You are Seven of Nine. You have dealt with far more difficult crisis then this and you must get a hold of yourself.
She opened the door.
Finnegan could hardly speak. He knew that Seven would look good, she always looked good, but he hadn't expected her to be so wonderful. Her hair was down, which gave her a gentleness that her usually tight bun took away. She also was wearing a dress, which made her look even more radiant. He stumbled for words.
"Uh ... um... hello... uh... you look... wow... I mean, you look wonderful, I ... uh... flowers, here, I got you flowers," he handed them to her.
Seven could barley speak as well. She hadn't ever seen anyone in a tux, or at least took time to notice it. Yet now she couldn't help but notice how handsome Finnegan looked in the suit.
"Thank you," she said as she took them, "I should probably put these in water," she said walking toward a counsel in the center of the room and placing them in a container. She walked over to the replication and ordered a cup of water.
"I know that you probably think flowers are irrelevant but I thought old cargo bay 2 could use another beautiful life form," he said smiling. I am the biggest dork in the galaxy. He thought to himself.
Seven felt embarrassed, she knew that she was blushing, " They are very lovely, thank you."
"Well I, uh, guess we should get going," Finnegan said nervously.
"Yes, I suppose so," she replied.
They both stepped outside and walked in the direction of the turbo lift. They got on and began toward their destination. Things were awkward, silent. Finnegan couldn't stand it anymore.
"Turbo lift, stop!" he said. The turbo lift jolted to a halt.
"What are you doing?" Seven asked. She was surprised to say the least.
"Listen Seven, I just want to say this to you before we continue with tonight. I am unbelievably nervous. I can't remember a time when I have had this much anxiety. I haven't done this in a while, so I'm worried that I'll mess things up, and that's something that I don't want to do because... well I really like you Seven. So if the whole night is just going to be a weird silence between us, I really thing that we shouldn't waste our time, because I know that it would crush me to know that you didn't have a good time tonight. So what do you say? Can we both just relax and have fun?" he said.
Seven was shocked by his bluntness, but did appreciate it; she never really understood the human trait of subtlety.
"That is a good idea," she said as a smile crept over her face, " I would like that."
Seven was on the verge of a nervous break down. She couldn't understand how all this had come to be. If a month ago someone had told her that she would be going on a date she wouldn't have thought the person was sane. And if someone has told her a week ago the she would be going to be going out with Dempsey Finnegan, she would have had him or her committed to sickbay. She still didn't believe it.
After she got off duty, she only had an hour and a half to get ready. She really didn't know what to do with herself, so she went to sickbay, and reluctantly asked the Doctor for some assistance.
He was at a counsel when she walked in.
"Hello Seven, can I assist you with something?" he asked her.
"Yes doctor, I'm sure you recall our social lesions, I need your assistance for tonight. I have a date," she said.
The smile on the Doctors face faded, " A date? Really? With who?"
"That is irrelivant," she said, For some reason she didn't want to tell the Doctor who it was. He gave her a look, one she had come to know as his disapproving look. He usually directed it towards Tom, but now it was focused at her. She sighed, "Dr. Finnegan."
"Dr. Finnegan? Really?" replied the Doctor.
"It is as much of a surprise to me as it is to you," she said, "I'm really not even sure if I should be doing this, it seems foolish."
"How did this happen?" the Doctor said as he walked toward Seven, "I'm not insulting Dr. Finnegan, but from my last encounter with you two, which I would love to forget, you really didn't seem to be at relationship level to be dating. It seemed the you two would be more likely to be sparing or shooting at each other."
" Your right Doctor, I should call this off, it will just end badly. The paring of Dr. Finnegan and I is highly illogical," she said walking toward the door.
"Seven wait," the Doctor said, "Obviously you were some what excited about this date or you wouldn't have come her to ask my advice. Now be honest, do you want to go on this date?"
Seven paused. She wasn't sure what she wanted. She defiantly felt something for Finnegan. She defiantly was excited to go out with him tonight. She defiantly was afraid. She hated to have to deal with these feelings. She hated to leave herself vulnerable to being hurt by someone, but she knew that it was all part of being human. She had to do what her heart told her to do.
"I suppose that I want to go," she replied.
"That's what I thought. So lets get you ready," he said.
Finnegan wasn't doing any better.
"Jesus Tom, I don't think that I have been this nervous since my high school prom," he said, taking a swig of some scotch that Nelix had replicated for him. It was actually quite tasty.
"Man, just relax," Tom told him as he took a sip from his drink.
"Relax, that's easy for you to say. Do you know when the last time I went on a date was, It was about six or so years ago, ok," he replied, taking another swig.
"Well just think about Seven, on the last date that she went on, she ended up pulling someone's shoulder out. And how about Axum, the last guys she was interested in. She could only see him when she was dreaming and now he is halfway across the Delta quadrant. She is even more inexperienced then you," said B'Elanna. Finnegan watched as B'Elanna's hand wandered from her cup to Tom's hand.
Finnegan knew that she was right. In fact he knew that it was going to be even more difficult for Seven.
"You know, that's why I think I'm so nervous. I feel like I have to show her a really great time because she hasn't really had a successful relationship with anyone," he replied.
"Whoa, whoa, now you're talking about relationships," said Tom, laughing.
"What ... no... you know what I'm talking about Paris," Finnegan said.
"He is just being annoying Dempsey, ignore him," B'Elanna said.
"And you wouldn't have me any other way," Tom said to her.
"Well, you two, I'm going to go get ready, I'll see you later. Wish me luck," he said as he pushed his chair in and finished his cup.
" Don't worry about in Dempsey. Seven wouldn't go on a date with someone if she weren't interested. And if you don't want to take her anymore you can always save me from going with Tom," B'Elanna said jokingly.
"You're welcome to her," Dempsey heard Tom say as he walked into the hallway.
Dempsey smiled. I used to have a relationship like that. When you couldn't stop touching each other, or looking at each other. Is that what I am looking for? Is that why I'm so attracted to Seven? Do I see that potential in our relationship? What about Betty? I can't believe that I am doing this. What am I thinking? Seven and I can barely talk to each other for five minutes and now we are going on a date with each other. I must be mad. But there is something about her that I just can't place. Something that makes her so attractive. She stirs up feelings that I haven't felt for a long time.
Finnegan opened the door to his room, petted Hercules, and got in the shower.
When he was done with the shower he began to change into his tuxedo. Since he wasn't a member of Starfleet he could wear whatever he wanted to the event as long as it was formal enough. Since he was partial to fashions of the twentieth century a tux was the logical choice. He had mentioned to Seven that he would be wearing it and she seemed to approve.
It was about 15 minutes till 19:00 when Finnegan was finally ready to go out the door. He took one last look in the mirror and frowned at his image.
"What have you gotten yourself into Finnegan?" he asked his reflection.
"Wish me luck Hercules, God knows I'll need it," he said as he patted his dog on the head, grabbed a bouquet of yellow roses of his coffee table, and left his room.
He didn't even remember getting on the turbo lift. He got on and got of without even realizing how close he was to her room. Then when he stepped into the hallway it hit him. He started to walk slower. He began to sweat. He was petrified. About two minutes after he got off the turbo lift, he found himself ten doors away from cargo bay 2, her quarters. Nine ... eight... seven... Seven. He stopped.
"Pull yourself together Finnegan," he said out loud to himself. What the hell is going on here? You have faced the Borg; you have faced Rublaton mastiffs and warriors. You have done this whole dating thing before. Why the hell are you having a problem now? Shape up!
Determination surged through his body. This is no big deal. He could do it. He walked past the seventh door, the sixth, and the fifth. This is no problem at all. The third, the second, and the first. Then, he was there in front of her door. He hit the bell, the door opened, and all his confidence flew away.
"He said that he was wearing a tuxedo from the twentieth century," Seven said to the doctor, "Does that mean that I should dress congruently with him, or was he just seeking my approval?"
"Well, I'm sure that he wasn't asking you to dress a certain way, he probably just wanted to let you know, but it would be nice if we found you something from that time," the doctor said, as he looked through Sevens wardrobe files on the computer.
Seven paced back and forth in her quarters. The Doctor could have noticed he tension a mile away, even though she always seem to exude a tense persona. The Doctor had come to notice a lot about Seven in the past couple of years. He knew that he would always have feeling for her, and it hurt him to see her going out with someone else, but he knew there really was no chance for him and her. Even if she had the same feelings he had for her, he was a hologram. He often would joke to himself about his situation saying "Persistence, is futile". So he would be her friend, it was the next best thing. He liked Finnegan well enough, so if he could make her happy then that would make the Doctor happy. All this, however, was easier said then done.
"Seven, it is very hard for me to concentrate while you are walking back and forth," the Doctor said, looking over his consul.
She stopped and looked up, "I'm sorry Doctor, I'm just very nervous,"
"I understand, but you really shouldn't get so worked up about it. I'm sure that Dr. Finnegan is just as nervous as you are. It's been years since he was on a date," he said. The words seem to comfort her a little bit because she didn't resume her pacing.
"That is a good point," she said.
"Ahh, her it is, this dress will be perfect for you," he said. Seven walked over to look at his choice. When she saw the dress, her initial reaction was rejection. She was not the dress wearing type of girl, but after she thought about it she decided that it was a good choice and she also didn't want to hurt the Doctor's feelings.
"Well, what do you think?" the Doctor asked.
" It is a good decision. I shall wear it," she replied.
The Doctor's face lit up, "Perfect, now all you have to do is let down your hair and you are all set. I leave you to get ready and I shall see you at the reception. Good luck."
Just asked the Doctor reached the door Seven called out to him.
"Doctor," she said.
He paused.
"Thank you," she said.
"It was my pleasure Seven," he exited the room, "It is always a pleasure."
It didn't take Seven long to get ready, in fact it didn't take Seven long to do anything. She got changed, fixed her hair, and waited. At about 5 minutes till the date, she started to feel anxiety in her stomach. She began to pace again. Up and down the room. She thought of calling and canceling, but she knew that was not only rude, but also impossible. She had to go tonight. She was so involved in her own thoughts that the sound of the bell at her door caused her to jump. She whipped herself around and faced the door.
Get a hold of yourself. You are Seven of Nine. You have dealt with far more difficult crisis then this and you must get a hold of yourself.
She opened the door.
Finnegan could hardly speak. He knew that Seven would look good, she always looked good, but he hadn't expected her to be so wonderful. Her hair was down, which gave her a gentleness that her usually tight bun took away. She also was wearing a dress, which made her look even more radiant. He stumbled for words.
"Uh ... um... hello... uh... you look... wow... I mean, you look wonderful, I ... uh... flowers, here, I got you flowers," he handed them to her.
Seven could barley speak as well. She hadn't ever seen anyone in a tux, or at least took time to notice it. Yet now she couldn't help but notice how handsome Finnegan looked in the suit.
"Thank you," she said as she took them, "I should probably put these in water," she said walking toward a counsel in the center of the room and placing them in a container. She walked over to the replication and ordered a cup of water.
"I know that you probably think flowers are irrelevant but I thought old cargo bay 2 could use another beautiful life form," he said smiling. I am the biggest dork in the galaxy. He thought to himself.
Seven felt embarrassed, she knew that she was blushing, " They are very lovely, thank you."
"Well I, uh, guess we should get going," Finnegan said nervously.
"Yes, I suppose so," she replied.
They both stepped outside and walked in the direction of the turbo lift. They got on and began toward their destination. Things were awkward, silent. Finnegan couldn't stand it anymore.
"Turbo lift, stop!" he said. The turbo lift jolted to a halt.
"What are you doing?" Seven asked. She was surprised to say the least.
"Listen Seven, I just want to say this to you before we continue with tonight. I am unbelievably nervous. I can't remember a time when I have had this much anxiety. I haven't done this in a while, so I'm worried that I'll mess things up, and that's something that I don't want to do because... well I really like you Seven. So if the whole night is just going to be a weird silence between us, I really thing that we shouldn't waste our time, because I know that it would crush me to know that you didn't have a good time tonight. So what do you say? Can we both just relax and have fun?" he said.
Seven was shocked by his bluntness, but did appreciate it; she never really understood the human trait of subtlety.
"That is a good idea," she said as a smile crept over her face, " I would like that."