"Captain's Log Star Date 55478.1, a long and overdue overhaul is taking place on an uncharted M-class planet. We have landed Voyager to expedite repairs. Our sensors have detected deuterium and other substances on a neighboring L-class planet. I've authorized Ensign Kim and Seven of Nine to take a shuttle and explore these minerals in hopes of replenishing our supply. Due to a massive ionic storm, we have not been able to locate their shuttle and have lost communication with them. According to our sensors, it will be at least a few hours for the storm to weaken, which at that time we will resume rescue attempts. Computer…end log."

Harry and Seven have crashed landed on the L-class planet. The shuttle is badly damaged with several breeches. Harry is unconscious and bleeding from his forehead. He is still seated in the pilot's chair, slumped over the console before him. Seven is unconscious as well and appears to be pinned under a collapsed portion of the shuttle's hull. Due to high winds, the shuttle begins to sway and creek, which wakes up Seven from her forced sleep. She appears to be disoriented and trapped. She looks around and notices Harry unconscious before her.

"Ensign…Ensign can you hear me? Ensign Kim, please respond!"

There's no response. Unaware of her injuries, Seven tries to get up and screams out in pain. She tries to maneuver her lower torso but fails miserably. She calls out to Harry again, still no reply. With all of her Borg strength she pushes away the collapsed metallic hull and is able to free herself. She's able to move her injured legs, which have bloodied her biosuit. She crawls over to Harry, who is still out cold.

"Ensign, wake up. Can you hear me?" There is still no response.

Seven crawls to the rear of the broken shuttle and retrieves a medical kit. She obtains a hyperspray and programs it with adrenalin. She crawls back to Harry, reaches up to pulls herself up to releases the medication into Harry's neck.

Within minutes, he begins to regain conscious.

"Ensign, are you all right?"

"Yes, where are we?" Harry groggily responds.

"The shuttle was forced down by an ionic storm. We are no longer in contact with Voyager and have sustained heavy damage. Try not to move until I have determined the extent of your injuries."

Seven takes a medical tricorder and runs the device along Harry's head, chest and lower extremities. She is encouraged by the readings.

"There is no internal bleeding but you've sustained a concussion. You will need to remain conscious for the next 24 hours." Seven explains wistfully.

Harry is relieved that his injuries aren't that serious and begins to check Seven over. He notices blood on her biosuit.

"Seven, you're injured. We've got to stop your bleeding." Says a concerned Harry.

"I'll be fine, we need to gather our supplies and find shelter, the temperature is dropping."

"We're not going anywhere until we've stopped your bleeding. We need to cut away your biosuit to treat your wounds. Let's see, the replicator is damaged, do you have something else to wear? "

"No, I did not anticipate this to happen. Perhaps there's a space suit I can wear for now."

"Good idea. When we're done treating your injury, you can change."

Seven acknowledges Harry and begins to cut away at her biosuit exposing her bloody lower torso just above her knee. Harry is briefly distracted by the amount of skin showing but then begins to treat her wounds.

"You know Seven, these injuries are pretty deep but it doesn't look like anything's broken. Looks like your arteries are in tact as well, you're very lucky."

Seven hands Harry the dermal regenerator and begins to heal her wounds.

"I'm no doctor, but that should do it. How do you feel?"

"Better…thank you Ensign."

"The temperature is beginning to drop. You'd better get that suit on before you freeze to death. I'll be up front if you need me. I'll try hailing Voyager again."

Before Harry can turn around, Seven reaches around her back, unfastens the zipper and begins to undress. Realizing Seven has no modesty, Harry quickly retreats to the opposite side of the shuttle.

Seven returns to Harry wearing the space suit.

"It's a good look for you." Teases Harry.

"It is bulky and most inefficient but it does feel warmer." Seven Admits. "It's unfortunate there is only one suit, you would have benefited from it as well."

I'll be okay Seven. "I've been unable to reach Voyager. We may be here for a while. I suggest we get our supplies and find some shelter."

"I concur." Seven agrees.

They both gather their supplies and exit the shuttle where they find themselves in the middle of a blowing snow storm. Their visibility is blinded by nature's fury. Seven takes out her tricorder and scans the vicinity.

"Ensign, I believe there's a dwelling less than 100 yards in that direction. Can you make it?"

"Don't worry about me Seven, just lead the way."

Seven complies and begins to make her way through the blowing snow. She looks back to see that Harry who is only dressed in his uniform is beginning to lose momentum.

After 30 minutes, Harry collapses. Seven turns around and has to backtrack to reach him. He is barely conscious when Seven puts his arm around her shoulder and lifts him to his feet.

"Ensign, we're almost there, just a few more yards. Stay with me."

"Can't make it Seven…too cold… can't feel my legs anymore."

Seven is determined to get them to safety. She practically lifts up Harry as they enter a cave. Its dark in this dwelling, there's still a chill in the air but at least they're protected from the icy wind. Seven helps Harry to his feet, lowers him to the ground and realizes he is unconscious again.

"Ensign…wake up! You have to stay awake!" Seven lightly slaps his face.

His eyes open. Seven is relieved.

"You're clothes are soaking wet. You need to remove them. I will assist you."

Harry quickly becomes alert.

"Wait a second! I don't have anything else to wear."

"You can wrap yourself in a sonic blanket." Seven responds.

"I guess if you're not modest, then why should I be." Harry Jokes.

Seven shoots Harry a look and helps him undress. Seven retrieves a sonic blanket from one of the emergency kits and wraps it around Harry who is still shivering uncontrollably.

"What's wrong Ensign, you're not warming up?"

"I don't know. I'm freezing."

"Perhaps you should put on this space suit. It has a built in thermal heater.

"No Seven, you'll freeze without it. I'll be all right. I just need some sleep."

"No Ensign! You must remain awake!"

Seven begins to shake him until he's somewhat alert. She gets an idea to both keep Harry awake and warm him at the same time.

"Seven, what are you doing?"

"Saving your life. Remain still."

Seven slowly removes her warm space suit and is left standing naked. The chill in the air causes her nipples to harden at their peaks. She lowers herself down to Harry and removes his blanket. She glances at his semi-erect member and tries to ignore the swarm of feelings building within her. She positions herself over Harry's body so her body covers his and rests her head on his chest. Her full, round breasts pressing firmly against his stomach is too much for Harry to take. To maintain their body heat, a blanket is draped over Seven's naked backside.

"Seven, I don't think I can do this." Harry is unable to make eye contact.

"Why not Ensign, it is for your survival. Do you still have feelings for me?"

"I've tried to ignore my feelings but your making it difficult for me right now."

"You are aroused. I can feel your genitals pressing against my abdomen."

"Seven, can we talk about something else." Harry's facing flushing.

Ignoring his discomfort, Seven continues on: "I have always been amused by how differently males react to sexual situations then females. When physical contact is made such as fondling ones erogenous zones, along with oral gratification of the genitals, men appear more physical, almost animalistic. Is this true with you Ensign?"

"Seven, unless we're going to copulate, I suggest we change the subject."

Seven raises her head and looks at Harry. "Do you wish to copulate Ensign?"

Harry ponders the thought.

Harry has suppressed his feelings for Seven for the past few years. In his mind he and the former drone were friends and shipmates. His heart on the other hand wants to take her in his arms, squeeze those perfect breasts and make love to her. Due to the present situation, Harry decides the latter.

"Seven, what would you say if I told you that I've always wanted to copulate with you but didn't want to ruin our friendship" Harry makes eye contact with the ex-drone.

"Why would our friendship suffer?"

"Because friends don't copulate, lovers do."

"Do you wish to become lovers, Ensign?"

"I've thought about it many times, but you never seemed interested in me." Harry bravely admits.

Seven is surprised by Harry's admission. In Seven's mind, she has always had feelings for the young Ensign, but didn't have any experience to act on her emotions.

But this time is different.

Seven raises her upper body to look at Harry who's respiration has increased due to the full view of her large, dangling breasts. He quickly looks away and is unable to make eye contact. The ex-drone is amused by his reaction and decides to react herself. Seven reaches forward and forces a kiss on his lips. At first he resists but finally gives in to his own desires. She continues her assault on his lips, increasing her intensity while feeling new untamed life in her lower extremities. Harry responds to Seven's advances by wrapping his arms around her and entangling his legs with hers. The fire grows between their steamed bodies. With his lips, Harry forces Seven's lips apart to taste her, devour her if possible. Seven complies, allowing his tongue to enter her swollen lips. She reciprocates and uses her tongue to match his rhythm. Harry's member at full erection continues its throbbing effect on Seven's abdomen. With curiosity, Seven reaches down to fondle the hard shaft. She moves her hand up and down its length, stroking the tip and feeling moisture escape its small opening. Harry grabs her eager hand and stops her to slow down his inevitable release. Harry forcefully turns Seven over on her back and begins his long awaited exploration of her body. For the past few years, he had only dreamed of feeling those mounds of joy and wondering if implants were present at certain areas of her anatomy. He would most certainly find out. Harry continues to kiss this beautiful ex-drone and fondle those perfect, round breasts. Moving downward, nibbling at her neck and throat causing Seven to gasp in delight. Continuing to squeeze her breasts, he motions downward to view the perfect peaks. With admiration, Harry lowers his head and licks at one nipple and fondles the other. The sensation is more than Seven can take and lets out a forced exhale. He responds to her passion and takes her right nipple into his mouth and begins to suckle it. Seven is overwhelmed with lust and arches her back giving Harry better access to her mountainous peaks. He continues to devour her, switching to the left breast and continuing the same assault.

"Is this what humans call foreplay?" Seven asks breathlessly.

"Yes Seven, would you like me to continue?"

"I wish to explore this aspect of my humanity…you may proceed."

Harry continues his oral exploration of her breasts and reaches downward with his hand and places it on Seven's moist mound. He gently rubs the folds and with two digits, he penetrates her folds and begins to massage her nub. Her body shutters while she welcomes this latest intruder.

No implants! Harry pleasantly thinks to himself. He lowers his body and continues nibbling and kissing her silky skin while traveling down her stomach until reaching her moist mound. Harry looks up to witness Seven's expression of ecstasy. Smiling, he continues his downward progression. Using his fingers, he parts her vaginal lips and tastes her. With increased feelings of hunger, Harry inserts his tongue deep into her folds. She is overwhelmed with desire and begins to experience tiny explosions of joy.

"What is happening to me Ensign?" A breathless Seven asks.

"Relax, it's what I've always wanted to do to you. Let your body go, resistance is futile." Mumbles Harry.

Sensing her approaching climax, Harry stops his oral exploration and positions himself to enter her.

"Wrap your legs around me." Harry instructs.

Seven does as instructed. Harry positions himself and inserts his engorged, hard member into her moist, swollen folds. She gasps at his penetration and thrusts her pelvis upward to match his momentum. Their rhythm is perfect. First slowly with long thrusts, then faster with deeper thrusts. Both Harry and Seven begin to drip with sweat as they get nearer to their climaxes. They begin to moan in unison as Seven can take no more. Her body shutters violently as she arches her back. She moans loudly with ecstasy as her juices expel from within. Harry responds to her orgasm with his own release. His ejaculation continues for several minutes until he can no longer support his body and collapses onto her sweaty hot frame.

They lay there for the next few hours rubbing their bodies together, inter-twined legs and deep kisses until they receive a hail from Voyager.

"Voyager to away team." Janeway hails from the bridge.

Neither Harry nor Seven respond to the hail.

"Voyager to away team…Are you reading us? Please respond."

They break off their kissing. Harry reluctantly searches for his comm. Badge.

"Ensign Kim here, we're all right Captain." A less than enthusiastic Harry responds while continuing to receive distracting kisses from Seven.

"That's good to hear. We've detected fluxuations in the ionic storm and will be able to transport you and Seven back immediately. Prepare for beam out. "

"Wait Captain…" Harry is cut off.

Without warning Harry and Seven in their naked state are beamed directly to sickbay where the Doctor and Janeway are surprised to see such a display. The Doctor immediately retrieves two blue surgical robes to cover their indiscretions.

"I'm not even going to ask. Are you two okay?" Asks a surprised but concerned Janeway who is trying to shield her view of her crewmembers.

"Captain, I am undamaged, but Ensign Kim has sustained a concussion. It was necessary to keep him warm and awake." Seven defensively responds.

"I'm not going to question your technique in doing so, but it appears to have worked." Adds the Doctor.

"I'm giving you two the next couple of days off. Get some rest." Instructs a smirking Janeway.

"Thank you Captain, but we're really okay." Harry responds.

"That's an order, Mr. Kim, I suggest you get plenty of sleep. Seven, I want you to regenerate for at least 48 hours." The Doctor asserts himself.

"I will comply." Seven coolly responds.

On that note, Janeway, still shaking her head in disbelief exits sickbay and heads for the bridge. The Doctor is pleased with his scans of Seven and Harry regardless of their elevated hormonal levels and releases them from sickbay.

Walking the halls in their blue sickbay attire, several crewmembers make note of the spectacle.

Seven doesn't seem bothered by the comments being heard and begins to discuss their earlier intimate acts.

"Ensign Kim, I found our time together pleasant and wish to participate in similar activities again."

"First of all Seven, you can stop calling me Ensign. When we're off duty, I want you to use my first name. It's more intimate that way; and second of all, where do we stand?."

"In the corridor on deck nine of course." Seven innocently responds.

Harry can't help but to laugh, "That's not what I meant Seven. Do you want to pursue a relationship with me?"

"I am uncertain. Would that mean we can copulate as often as we want?"

Smiling, "Yes, Seven…as long as we're not on duty."

"Then I am in favor of this alliance…you will comply."