Disclaimer: Hey this stuff is not mine, except for Finnegan. I hope you enjoy this one,
cause I did.
When Finnegan woke up he was in sickbay. He was lying in a bed, looking up at
the Doctor's face.
"What's up doc?" he asked, laughing to himself, he doubted anyone on the ship
had ever seen Bugs Bunny, but he thought it was funny anyway.
"What, besides your desire for self-destruction?" the Doctor said, clearly
annoyed.
Finnegan was is no mode for the Doctor's holier then thou opinions, "Listen Doc,
I don't need this right now. I don't regret what I did, that guy was harassing Seven and I
did what any gentleman would have done," Finnegan's eyes narrowed, " and something
tells me you would have done the same Doctor," he said with a small level of spite.
The Doctor's smug face vanished. "Why would you say that?" he asked, playing
dumb.
"I'm sorry Doc, that wasn't fair of me, I didn't mean it," Finnegan really didn't
mean it, he was just mad, "You wouldn't mind filling me in on what happened after I
passed out, would you?"
"It's quite all right Mr. Finnegan. Well after you slammed your head against the
wall you went unconscious. Seven had left the party and heard your scream. She rushed
around the corner and found you lying there. She then called sickbay and we did a site to
site. Your condition was not good. Had you not been genetically altered there would have
been some permanent brain damage. You had three cracked ribs and a broken arm and
nose. I'm surprised that you managed to walk out of there," the Doctor said.
"So am I," Finnegan replied.
"I want to keep you in here for another day, but you should be able to return to
work tomorrow, your healing capabilities are amazing. By the way, the Captain would
like to talk to you, she should be here in a few minutes," he said.
"Oh, did she sound angry?" he asked.
"Let's just say… she was less then pleased," the Doctor replied.
"Great," Finnegan said.
"Mr. Finnegan, what were you thinking?" the Captain asked once the Doctor had
deactivated his program to give them privacy. She looked like hell, which didn't surprise
Finnegan because of the level of intoxication that she had reached last night.
"Captain, that man was harassing Seven, when I politely tried to help her and get
him off of her, he hit me," Finnegan said in his defense.
"So you started some barbaric battle to prove who was stronger, that is
ridiculous," she said.
"Captain, I know about the HonD'Kar, they are all about honor, if I didn't fight
the man we would have never been able to get the X-Dylithium. I had to do it," he said.
"Is that why you did it then? It had nothing to do with a certain blonde ex-Borg?"
she asked.
"Captain, do you really think that Seven is impressed with such things, cause I
don't, in fact I wouldn't be surprised if she was infuriated with me because of my
behavior," he said.
"Finnegan, I'm going to let this slide, only because Bolorian struck you first and
Seven was being harassed, but you have to understand that fighting will not be tolerated
on my ship, and if anything like this ever happens again I won't hesitate to throw you in
the brig for a week," she said.
" I understand Captain," he said.
"By the way, impressive right hook, you'll have to teach that to me someday," she
said, a playful smirk spreading across her face.
"Well I'm out of here tomorrow, how about after our dessert?" he said, returning
the smile.
"I'll see you there," she said.
"Oh and Captain, try replicating Finnegan Supplement 3beta alpha. It'll get rid of
that hangover right quick," he said, still smiling.
The Captain just shook her head and left.
Seven didn't know what to do with herself. When she had found Finnegan out
side of the cargo bay, she thought he was dead. She knew that he wasn't, she could detect
his heartbeat and his breathing, but this tremendous fear came over her when she saw him
lying there. So she ran to his side, checked for a pulse, even though she knew it was
there, and had him beamed to sickbay. She then returned to her quarters. She was nervous
wreck. She wasn't sure if Finnegan was ok, she had never actually worried about
someone this much, and the emotions didn't really agree with her. Soon she found tears
streaming down her eyes, she was helpless to do anything to help him. She wiped the
salty discharge from her eyes.
"Why am I letting this man do this to me," she thought. " I have become weak
with affection. What was he thinking? I was fully capable of defending myself," soon
Seven's concern turned to anger. " His behavior was illogical and foolish. It was prideful
and rash." By the time Seven was called to sickbay she had made the decision to end her
relationship with Finnegan. She couldn't possibly pursue something with a man who
would do something so stupid.
When Seven walked into sickbay and saw Finnegan laying on the table with his
shirt off, the possibility of a relationship didn't sound so illogical, but she quickly
reaffirmed herself to her goal.
Finnegan noticed her and sat up a little, "Seven, how are you?" he said in a meek
voice.
"I am fine Dr. Finnegan, the more pertinent question is how are you?" she asked.
"Oh I'll be ok. It seems I owe you a thank you… and an apology," he said to her.
"If you hadn't found me I might have had some permanent damage. I also want to
apologize for you having to find me, and for my behavior, it must not have been
pleasant," he grimaced.
"I will admit that I found your behavior… unusual. What I don't understand is
why you simply didn't ask for medical assistance when you were in the presence of the
crew," she said.
"Well, I guess it all boils down to human pride, and I know that you understand
that Seven," he said.
" Yes I do," she said, raising her eyebrow.
Finnegan smiled, he really loved it when she did that, " Well anyway, I just
wanted to tell you that I had a remarkable time last night, before I got the snot beaten out
of me, you were a wonderful date, and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."
" I had a wonderful time last night, but…" before she could finish Finnegan
interrupted.
"Well great, I was wondering if maybe you would like to try it again sometime,
we can find a nice holo-deck simulation or something," he said, smiling at her, "just the
two of us."
His smile made it almost impossible for Seven to say what she wanted to say, but
she went on, "but… I feel that we should terminate our social interactions," she said, her
face showing no emotion.
"What? Why? You just said that you had a good time last night, why would you
want to terminate the relationship?" Finnegan was extremely confused by her sudden
change in mood.
"I was upset by your actions, I found them illogical and irritating. It was as if you
were treating me as your own property. This chivalric notion that you had was highly out
of date and offensive. I do not need to be saved Mr. Finnegan," her argument was
unconvincing.
"So you just want to end it then, like there was nothing there, like there were no
feelings between us?" he was still confused and he tried to find the answer in Seven's
eyes. He stared at her for a couple seconds and realized that her eyes were red, and that
there were salt streaks going down her soft white cheeks. He reached out his hand and
gently touched her face where the tears had left their imprint. "Have you been crying?"
he said, his voice heavy with concern.
Seven pulled away slowly, she couldn't handle his touch, she knew that she had
feelings for him but she couldn't let herself have this, it was a weakness.
"You've been crying. I… I'm sorry, I don't know why you were crying but I have
an idea. I would have been upset too, if I was in your position and you were in mine," he
said.
The words hit Seven like a ton of bricks, he cared for her too, and he knew how
she was feeling. "I'm sorry Mr. Finnegan, but we cannot continue this relationship," she
stood fast to her plan.
Finally Finnegan realized what this was all about, " That's what this is about isn't
it. It had nothing to do with my behavior, it's because you're afraid," his concern voice
had a tinge of anger now, similar to how Seven had felt earlier.
"Fear is irrelevant," she said to him, she was starting to get angry as well.
"Don't give me that irrelevant bull shit, were not talking about some calculations
or some assignment, we are talking about us, Seven," he said.
"And I am telling you that there is no us," she was beginning to boil.
"Why is that? Because your leaving yourself open to get hurt, that's what being
human is about Seven, that's what relationships are about," the argument was starting to
seem like one of their previous ones, except this time, the topic was a tad bit more
serious.
" I no longer wish to continue this talk with you, or this relationship, and perhaps
you should consider that it has something to do with your personality instead of thinking
that it is my fault," Seven regretted it the second it came out of her mouth.
Finnegan frowned, but he was silenced. Seven started to walk away.
"Seven," he said, quietly and meeker then before. She turned and walked toward
him, knowing that he couldn't really get up. He did anyway and clumsily walked toward
her. "When we danced last night, before we were interrupted, I thought… I know that I
felt something, something that I haven't felt in a long time. I always wondered if it would
ever happen for me again. When I lost Betsy to the… when I lost her I never thought that
it would," he paused and looked at her. She was completely enveloped in what he was
saying. "Then I meet you," the pain was reverberating in his voice, "please don't waste
this chance for both of us, just because you are afraid, you'll regret it."
He continued to stare into her eyes. Seven opened her mouth, but it took
sometime for the words to find their way, " I must go," she said as she ran to the door, the
familiar salty discharges filtering through her tear ducts.
Finnegan sat back down on the table, held his head in his hand, and stared into the
blankness that was filling his mind with pain.
cause I did.
When Finnegan woke up he was in sickbay. He was lying in a bed, looking up at
the Doctor's face.
"What's up doc?" he asked, laughing to himself, he doubted anyone on the ship
had ever seen Bugs Bunny, but he thought it was funny anyway.
"What, besides your desire for self-destruction?" the Doctor said, clearly
annoyed.
Finnegan was is no mode for the Doctor's holier then thou opinions, "Listen Doc,
I don't need this right now. I don't regret what I did, that guy was harassing Seven and I
did what any gentleman would have done," Finnegan's eyes narrowed, " and something
tells me you would have done the same Doctor," he said with a small level of spite.
The Doctor's smug face vanished. "Why would you say that?" he asked, playing
dumb.
"I'm sorry Doc, that wasn't fair of me, I didn't mean it," Finnegan really didn't
mean it, he was just mad, "You wouldn't mind filling me in on what happened after I
passed out, would you?"
"It's quite all right Mr. Finnegan. Well after you slammed your head against the
wall you went unconscious. Seven had left the party and heard your scream. She rushed
around the corner and found you lying there. She then called sickbay and we did a site to
site. Your condition was not good. Had you not been genetically altered there would have
been some permanent brain damage. You had three cracked ribs and a broken arm and
nose. I'm surprised that you managed to walk out of there," the Doctor said.
"So am I," Finnegan replied.
"I want to keep you in here for another day, but you should be able to return to
work tomorrow, your healing capabilities are amazing. By the way, the Captain would
like to talk to you, she should be here in a few minutes," he said.
"Oh, did she sound angry?" he asked.
"Let's just say… she was less then pleased," the Doctor replied.
"Great," Finnegan said.
"Mr. Finnegan, what were you thinking?" the Captain asked once the Doctor had
deactivated his program to give them privacy. She looked like hell, which didn't surprise
Finnegan because of the level of intoxication that she had reached last night.
"Captain, that man was harassing Seven, when I politely tried to help her and get
him off of her, he hit me," Finnegan said in his defense.
"So you started some barbaric battle to prove who was stronger, that is
ridiculous," she said.
"Captain, I know about the HonD'Kar, they are all about honor, if I didn't fight
the man we would have never been able to get the X-Dylithium. I had to do it," he said.
"Is that why you did it then? It had nothing to do with a certain blonde ex-Borg?"
she asked.
"Captain, do you really think that Seven is impressed with such things, cause I
don't, in fact I wouldn't be surprised if she was infuriated with me because of my
behavior," he said.
"Finnegan, I'm going to let this slide, only because Bolorian struck you first and
Seven was being harassed, but you have to understand that fighting will not be tolerated
on my ship, and if anything like this ever happens again I won't hesitate to throw you in
the brig for a week," she said.
" I understand Captain," he said.
"By the way, impressive right hook, you'll have to teach that to me someday," she
said, a playful smirk spreading across her face.
"Well I'm out of here tomorrow, how about after our dessert?" he said, returning
the smile.
"I'll see you there," she said.
"Oh and Captain, try replicating Finnegan Supplement 3beta alpha. It'll get rid of
that hangover right quick," he said, still smiling.
The Captain just shook her head and left.
Seven didn't know what to do with herself. When she had found Finnegan out
side of the cargo bay, she thought he was dead. She knew that he wasn't, she could detect
his heartbeat and his breathing, but this tremendous fear came over her when she saw him
lying there. So she ran to his side, checked for a pulse, even though she knew it was
there, and had him beamed to sickbay. She then returned to her quarters. She was nervous
wreck. She wasn't sure if Finnegan was ok, she had never actually worried about
someone this much, and the emotions didn't really agree with her. Soon she found tears
streaming down her eyes, she was helpless to do anything to help him. She wiped the
salty discharge from her eyes.
"Why am I letting this man do this to me," she thought. " I have become weak
with affection. What was he thinking? I was fully capable of defending myself," soon
Seven's concern turned to anger. " His behavior was illogical and foolish. It was prideful
and rash." By the time Seven was called to sickbay she had made the decision to end her
relationship with Finnegan. She couldn't possibly pursue something with a man who
would do something so stupid.
When Seven walked into sickbay and saw Finnegan laying on the table with his
shirt off, the possibility of a relationship didn't sound so illogical, but she quickly
reaffirmed herself to her goal.
Finnegan noticed her and sat up a little, "Seven, how are you?" he said in a meek
voice.
"I am fine Dr. Finnegan, the more pertinent question is how are you?" she asked.
"Oh I'll be ok. It seems I owe you a thank you… and an apology," he said to her.
"If you hadn't found me I might have had some permanent damage. I also want to
apologize for you having to find me, and for my behavior, it must not have been
pleasant," he grimaced.
"I will admit that I found your behavior… unusual. What I don't understand is
why you simply didn't ask for medical assistance when you were in the presence of the
crew," she said.
"Well, I guess it all boils down to human pride, and I know that you understand
that Seven," he said.
" Yes I do," she said, raising her eyebrow.
Finnegan smiled, he really loved it when she did that, " Well anyway, I just
wanted to tell you that I had a remarkable time last night, before I got the snot beaten out
of me, you were a wonderful date, and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."
" I had a wonderful time last night, but…" before she could finish Finnegan
interrupted.
"Well great, I was wondering if maybe you would like to try it again sometime,
we can find a nice holo-deck simulation or something," he said, smiling at her, "just the
two of us."
His smile made it almost impossible for Seven to say what she wanted to say, but
she went on, "but… I feel that we should terminate our social interactions," she said, her
face showing no emotion.
"What? Why? You just said that you had a good time last night, why would you
want to terminate the relationship?" Finnegan was extremely confused by her sudden
change in mood.
"I was upset by your actions, I found them illogical and irritating. It was as if you
were treating me as your own property. This chivalric notion that you had was highly out
of date and offensive. I do not need to be saved Mr. Finnegan," her argument was
unconvincing.
"So you just want to end it then, like there was nothing there, like there were no
feelings between us?" he was still confused and he tried to find the answer in Seven's
eyes. He stared at her for a couple seconds and realized that her eyes were red, and that
there were salt streaks going down her soft white cheeks. He reached out his hand and
gently touched her face where the tears had left their imprint. "Have you been crying?"
he said, his voice heavy with concern.
Seven pulled away slowly, she couldn't handle his touch, she knew that she had
feelings for him but she couldn't let herself have this, it was a weakness.
"You've been crying. I… I'm sorry, I don't know why you were crying but I have
an idea. I would have been upset too, if I was in your position and you were in mine," he
said.
The words hit Seven like a ton of bricks, he cared for her too, and he knew how
she was feeling. "I'm sorry Mr. Finnegan, but we cannot continue this relationship," she
stood fast to her plan.
Finally Finnegan realized what this was all about, " That's what this is about isn't
it. It had nothing to do with my behavior, it's because you're afraid," his concern voice
had a tinge of anger now, similar to how Seven had felt earlier.
"Fear is irrelevant," she said to him, she was starting to get angry as well.
"Don't give me that irrelevant bull shit, were not talking about some calculations
or some assignment, we are talking about us, Seven," he said.
"And I am telling you that there is no us," she was beginning to boil.
"Why is that? Because your leaving yourself open to get hurt, that's what being
human is about Seven, that's what relationships are about," the argument was starting to
seem like one of their previous ones, except this time, the topic was a tad bit more
serious.
" I no longer wish to continue this talk with you, or this relationship, and perhaps
you should consider that it has something to do with your personality instead of thinking
that it is my fault," Seven regretted it the second it came out of her mouth.
Finnegan frowned, but he was silenced. Seven started to walk away.
"Seven," he said, quietly and meeker then before. She turned and walked toward
him, knowing that he couldn't really get up. He did anyway and clumsily walked toward
her. "When we danced last night, before we were interrupted, I thought… I know that I
felt something, something that I haven't felt in a long time. I always wondered if it would
ever happen for me again. When I lost Betsy to the… when I lost her I never thought that
it would," he paused and looked at her. She was completely enveloped in what he was
saying. "Then I meet you," the pain was reverberating in his voice, "please don't waste
this chance for both of us, just because you are afraid, you'll regret it."
He continued to stare into her eyes. Seven opened her mouth, but it took
sometime for the words to find their way, " I must go," she said as she ran to the door, the
familiar salty discharges filtering through her tear ducts.
Finnegan sat back down on the table, held his head in his hand, and stared into the
blankness that was filling his mind with pain.