Ok so I'm getting really tired of all the J/C fics around and I probably read all the c/7 fics in existance so I decided to add to that small amount of c/7 stories, muahahahahahaha J/C sucks! Ok so yeah one shot.
Endgame never happened. My attempt, decided to try a different style of writtin enjoy and ignore my grammar errors (this is very short)
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For Seven it had happened on the holodeck, why she chose him as a romantic interest, she didn't even know herself.
For Chakotay it had happened on the planet, it always seems to happen on a planet at first he could only see her as a professional women who took regulations too seriously.
Now that he thought about it, he had only been right about the women part. Boy did it hit him hard when he realized she wasn't as Borg as he thought she was.
On the planet he had seen some of her weakness's, not that he hadn't seen any before, but on the planet he had, had time to observe her.
And now here they were sitting at a table eating together on what was unoficially their first date.
He had not said when he invited her that it had been a date, he had merely invited her.
He hated replicated food so he had cooked it himself. It wasn't as bad as Seven would of expected it to be, but she knew of a few ways she could of improved the food before her to make it perfect.
She twirled a strand of pasta on her fork and put it in her mouth chewing, her mind wasn't really there at the moment it was somewhere on the holodeck daydreaming.
She bet if he saw her red dress he would drool all over her, figuretivly speaking of course.
Now that would have been a better idea for a first date, a quite supper in his quarters with soft music in the backround. Instead they were in the messhall. which was half full with crew members and they were both wearing their uniforms.
Her hair was the way it was everyday, when they had been on the planet and her hair had been down it had made her features seem warmer, softer somehow.
Her hair the way it was right now made her look severe, but Chakotay didn't really care because she was still the same person.
If he didn't like her as a person her appearance wouldn't make a difference.
Their conversation started purely professional, all about the recent stellar phenomena they had encountered.
But then he asked her what she enjoyed doing on her spare time. While quite a few people were aware she enjoyed cooking, singing, kadiskot and a few other things he had never really paid attention to those sort of things and instead just paid attention to what she was able to do in astrometrics.
Their tunes about each other had changed, she knew close to nothing about him without having to search through her memory (she did after all have a photographic memory, she knew it subconsciouly, but it would be more like a word stuck at the tip of your tongue,) and he didn't know anything personal about her.
They were two complete strangers getting to know each other, and you know what they found they had similar interests and were actually interested in what the other person had to say.
Complete strangers who've been leaving on the same ship for a couple of years, starting a relationship and falling madly in love, might not happen often, but it does happen and it did.