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NOTE: it's a continuation of part I, so a lot of info
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     Ensign Harry Kim walked off the Holodeck completely
changed from how he felt that morning. Seven of Nine
was walking off to her own destination, her back to
him seemingly oblivious to him starring after her.
"Hey uh, Seven! Stop!" He shouted toward the beautiful
women walking away. Seven slowly turned to face him
but stayed at her distance. Her face showing it's
normal lack of emotion starred back solemnly.
"Ensign." She regarded him slightly with a quiet tilt
of her blonde head. 

            "Would you care to resume this, uh you know, Hehe, uh
yeah another time? I had a really great time." Harry
stammered. God did he sound as dumb as he did in his
head? A thought rushed him of him slack-jawed and
giggling going "gee golly seven I had a swell time
uh-yuck." It sent a chill down his spine, was he that
dumb? He suddenly wished he was suave and calm like
Tom, but then again Paris got into more then his share
of trouble with women. 
     
          The beautiful half Borg stepped back towards him
meeting him half way through the hallway. They're eyes
locked as they stood mere feet from eachother. She
leaned closer as if to kiss him but pulled away at
last minute, "Perhaps." Then she was gone. 
Walking the opposite direction down the corridor he
couldn't help but smile at everyone he saw. 
     
           Harry Kim walked into his quarters almost skipping.
He felt like a giddy teenager after a first date.
Technically it was that way too. After recycling the
near frozen Vulcan mocha he replicated last night,
Harry put away his clarinet and went to sleep with the
biggest smile on his face. Tom later on would make fun
of him for not "resuming their date" in his quarters,
but he had a better time just sitting, talking and
drinking with her. They played some velocity then bid
each other goodnight. It was a perfect memory, and no
matter how bad he tried Tom couldn't crumple it. 
*Seven the Ensign Kim* the Comm-badge rang out. After
Harry mumbled go away a few times, Seven finally
galvanized Kim from his sleep. "What the hell? Seven
it's the middle of the night, what's wrong." He
mumbled sleepily. "Ensign Ki-" Harry interrupted her
as to add "Seven damn it call me Harry we're off
hours." Resuming as if he never spoken up Seven began
talking once more "Ensign Kim, I would enjoy for us to
resume the relationship we have engaged in. Will you
comply."

     Harry sat bolt upright, knocking his pillows to the
floor. "Uh yeah that'd be great. Um wait yes, yes I
will comply." He let out sigh as she signed off and
told him to regenerate nicely. After he was completely
sure Seven had signed off Harry slammed himself back
down into bed not giving a damn about the forgotten
crumple on the floor that should have been his beds
warm, fluffy pillows. "Computer, are you as I am right
now?" after a few moments to process the computer
system buzzed to life the finish the question Harry
wanted answered. "Please rephrase the question."  
Harry smiled once more through the darkness of his
quarters. Just yesterday, that darkness had swallowed
him whole, dragging him into a disturbing
subconscious. From that subconscious he saw what would
come of him if he continued to be scared, and allow
the loves that were taken so far away to destroy what
little he had left to give. The dreams of warning of
the voice he could not make out, but was later to be
noticed as the voice of the borg angel that fell into
his life; had cryptically explained why he would awake
crying unable to concentrate without the help of a
simply gesture of love, friendship, and compassion.
Rolling over onto his side Harry acknowledged the
system one last time. "I thought so." And fell to
sleep.
            "Harry. Harry." It was the voice of the darkened
figure. This time only the voice had a slight twinge
of melody and beauty to it. "Harry, you're no longer
cold. You're still dark, and afraid. But why not
cold.."

     He twisted as to see the dark looming figure. Yet now
it seemed inviting. "I'm in love once more. That's
warm. Being scared and being dark are not part of
that. There's still much to work out. But I have
Seven, I have you." He cut off starring stark ahead at
the darkness, yet now it was slightly lighter, and
soon with the help of his love, it'd get brighter
soon. He would no longer be scared either. He'd be
happy go lucky, fresh out of the academy, not a care
in the delta quadrant, on a ship of great people, the
young naive disposable Ensign Harry Kim that he was.
Who else could he be?