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Resistance really is futile	By : goofball Category: Star Trek > Voyager Views: 7729 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Through the opening door Janeway saw Chakotay sitting sideways on the bed, his head lowered, with his hands braced on either side of him. But unlike in the Ready Room, he did look up as Janeway entered, a meek smile crossing his face and she sighed with relief as she walked over to him.
The Doctor came out of his office but Chakotay shook his head at him.
“If you don’t mind, I’d rather tell her myself.”
“With all due respect, Commander, your knowledge of the proceedings isn’t sufficient enough, to explain what caused your condition.”
“Sufficient enough to give the Captain my own report. If she wants to know more, I’m sure she’ll ask you for the details.”
Janeway looked thoughtfully back and forth between them, wondering what she was about to hear.
“Are you certain?”
“I am, but thank you, Doctor.” Chakotay smiled a little. “I’ll even tell her that you want to keep me here during the night for observation.”
The Doctor harrumphed. “I’ll be in my office.”
Chakotay nodded and then turned to Janeway.
“How are you doing?” She wanted to know.
“Truthfully, I’ve been better.” For a moment he stared off into space before focusing back on Janeway. “The Doctor informed you about the something that had been attached to my brain?”
“Yes, he did.”
“In a nutshell, that thing triggered a chemical reaction which enhanced some of my emotions.” He looked steadfast at Janeway. “Not creating them, just enhancing.”
“So you are saying…”
He sighed. “That even though under normal circumstances I wouldn’t have said a word and wished you and Seven the best of luck, a part of me is envies.”
“I’m sorry, Chakotay.” What else was there to say?
He shook his head. “There is no need for you to apologize. You’ve never given me any indication that there was anything else on your mind than friendship.” He winced slight. “Not even on New Earth, I know that, or at least the part of me that is thinking rationally.”
“Alright.” Janeway inhaled deeply and nodded, not quite knowing what to say about that romantic subject. Then change it!, she thought. “So I take it that deep down you really think I’m reckless?”
“You could also say that I am not brave enough to take certain risks,” he replied with a wry smile. “And I’m not as lucky as you are.”
Janeway shrugged. “I just trust my instincts.”
Chakotay nodded. “Yes, you do.” He sighed and rubbed his temple.
Alarmed, Janeway asked if he was alright.
“Yes, yes I am – if feeling like an embarrassed ass counts as feeling fine.” He sighed again. “Does Seven know what happened?”
“The gist of it,” Janeway replied. “I don’t think she knows everything that was said.”
Chakotay tilted his head. “You didn’t tell her yourself?”
“No,” Janeway answered, but didn’t elaborate.
Another inhale. “I want to formerly apologize to both of you,” he then said. “Since I’m not allowed out of here, do you think she’d be willing to come here?”
“I am not her spokesperson, Chakotay. You’d have to ask her yourself.” Janeway noticed that while they had been talking about him and her, she’d felt uncomfortable, but now that Seven was the subject, Janeway was getting a little tense.
He grimaced again. “That’s not what I meant. Of course I’ll ask her myself.”
“Then what did you-“ Janeway stopped as he hit his Com.
“Chakotay to Seven of Nine.”
One heartbeat, two.
“Yes, Commander?” Seven replied cool as ever.
Just hearing her voice made Janeway feel a little less tense.
“Listen, there are things I want to say and – I want to apologize, but I’m not permitted to leave sickbay. Would you mind coming here?”
“I see no need for an apology, Commander,” Seven said. “You were malfunctioning.”
Janeway looked away as she tried to supress a smile.
Chakotay sighed. “To a point, yes… it’s complicated.”
Silence.
“Seven?”
“Captain?”
How to phrase that? “Sometimes an apology is not only for the benefit of the offended party. It’s for the offender as well,” Janeway said.
Another pause.
“I will report to Sickbay in half an hour, I’m still with the children.”
“I’m not ordering-“
“It was a plea-“
Chakotay and Janeway looked at each other.
“Very well, I will join you in Sickbay in half an hour.”
This time Janeway didn’t bother to hide her smile at Seven’s emphasis.
“Thank you,” Chakotay said and deactivated his Com.
After a moment of quietness Janeway asked if the Doctor had found out more of the origin of the something.
Chakotay shook his head. “No, but he’s feeding its data into the bio-filters, just in case.”
“It’s the weirdest thing,” Janeway said. “We haven’t been anywhere in almost two weeks; there was no stranger on board… where could it have come from?”
“Beats me,” the Chakotay said. “We haven’t even been close to any anomaly.”
“Let’s hope it was a fluke and nothing else will happen.”
Of course that was the point where security contacted Sickbay and Tuvok called Janeway.
“Yes, Tuvok?”
“We just had to detain Mr. Neelix due to his unorthodox actions.”
Janeway briefly closed her eyes, before looking at Chakotay. “Go on.”
“He began using cookware as missiles to attack crewman McKanzie in the Mess Hall,” Tuvok reported.
“He threw pots at someone?”
“Yes, Captain.”
Rubbing her temple, Janeway turned around to the Doctor’s office, watching as the EMH stepped out. “I believe we have a problem,” she said to him.
“If you are referring to Mr. Neelix, I agree.” He came up to Chakotay and Janeway. “I’ve finished calibrating this tricorder while you’ve been talking. I could use Mr. Paris to calibrate some others, so a complement of helpers can scan the crew.”
“Tuvok, you heard the Doctor?”
“Lieutenant Paris will be with you shortly. Tuvok out”
“Alright.” Janeway deactivated her Com and then frowned as the Doctor began to run is scanner around her head.
“The tricorder will give me the first estimation as to where I need to take a closer look,” the Doctor explained. “You for example-“ He stopped in mid-sentence and looked over his tricorder at Janeway.
“Am I infected?”
“No. Would you mind stepping over here for a moment?”
Janeway gave Chakotay a puzzled look before she followed the EMH. “What is it?”
He looked from his device to Janeway. “You’re hormones are nothing like Commander Chakotay’s,” he said and studied her. “As a matter of fact, there are almost on the opposite scale. Serotonin is high, so is dopamine… cortisol… If I didn’t know any better-“ He stopped, looked at the tricorder again and closed it. “I assume you are one of the two that were discredited by the Commander?”
Janeway’s eyebrows climbed up to her hairline, then she realised what he was looking for. “Hormones,” she said softly.
“Indeed,” he replied. “You’re practically saturated with them, and no, normally I wouldn’t have noticed it.” He lifted the tricorder. “But this one is calibrated to detect unusual hormone-levels.”
“Just my luck,” Janeway muttered.
“You have a choice here, Captain,” he said matter-of-factly: “You can simply tell me who the other person is, which would grant you at least some privacy. Or my team will find out through the screening-process and I’ll get notified then.”
Janeway looked at him. Choices, choices. “I suppose nobody has been to Sickbay since last night, otherwise you would have heard the gossip about Seven and me having dinner in the Mess Hall.”
The Doctor frowned at Janeway. “I don’t give much to rumours,” he said with indignation.
“Did I say it was a rumour?” Janeway found it rather fascinating to watch the expressions shift in his face, changing from non-believe to astonishment, to consternation until it settled on neutral.
“Surely there is nothing unusual about you having dinner with Seven.”
It was plenty of unusual, Janeway thought and smiled in remembrance. “Just scan Seven yourself, please.”
“Are you saying – I mean, of course, Captain.”
Amazing what a look can say and Janeway relaxed her facial expression to a non-glare. “She’ll be here shortly anyway, since Chakotay asked her here.”
The Doctor gave a curt nod. “I have another request.”
“Go on.”
“Since I am not sure yet how the transfer to the – let’s say host – is happening, there are a few crewmembers I’d like to keep separated from the others.”
Janeway sighed. “Considering how two moderate-tempered crewmembers were affected, you have a point.”
“Imagine the strength of a half-Klingon, a Vulcan or a Borg-enhanced Human-“
“I’d rather not,” Janeway interrupted him.
“I also wouldn’t want the captain of this ship to go on a rampage.”
“I beg your pardon?”
The Doctor lifted his hands. “Of course only to prevent an embarrassing incident,” he said. “Just as a precaution.”
Janeway narrowed her eyes at him and he smiled amiably.
“Would you please inform Commander Tuvok and Lieutenant Torres? I do need to get started. I’m sure Mr. Neelix will arrive soon and I still have to organize the screening process,” EMH said. “I’m going to use Holodeck 1, while you and your merry little group will stay here.”
“Just get this under control,” Janeway sighed.
“I intend to,” he replied. “And I’m not quite as heartless as you think. I’ll let you stay here, where you at least have an inclination about what is happening. Ensign Vorik and the Borg-children will be brought to Holodeck 1,” he added and went back to work – unlike Janeway.
Janeway hit her Com-Badge. “Janeway to Tuvok.”
“Tuvok here.”
“You have to report to Sickbay, Doctor’s orders,” Janeway said. “You might want to bring your kal-toh with you, this might take a while.”
“I’m on my way.”
On to the next. Janeway contacted B’Elanna and relied the message to her as well.
Janeway had just finished when the door opened and two security guards with a struggling and cussing Neelix between them came into the room.
It felt even more unreal to see Neelix like this than having Chakotay come at her. Maybe because with Chakotay there had been a prelude; and Janeway’s first impulse was to go over and try to help, try to reason.
Instead, Janeway crossed her arms and went into the other corner, where she’d be out of the way. With a darkening mood, Janeway watched the EMH prepare a hypospray, which he then used to knock Neelix out. In short order the guards had Neelix on a Biobed.
Janeway started pacing, until the Doctor approached her. “I can’t just stay here,” she said to him.
“You have to.” He held up one of his little contraptions that he loved to stick somewhere onto people’s heads. “For continues screening. It will notify me if there are any significant changes.”
Janeway let him attach the gadget to her temple. “If you are notified, then there’s no need for me to stay here.”
“Sickbay is the only place besides the holodecks where I can be instantly.”
“I have things to do!”
“As far as I know we’re in a quiet piece of space and there’s no alien you can tackle. Your crew can handle things for a while.”
Janeway glared at him.
“If you want to work, I suggest you ask someone to bring you some reports to read,” he said and left again.
“I should revoke your command functions,” Janeway grumbled after him.
“I can still hear you and it wouldn’t change the fact that I am right.”
Crossing her arms, Janeway started to pace again, watching as Tom and two science officers came in and who were instantly instructed by the EMH to calibrate more tricorders.
As B’Elanna came in, the Doctor waved her over, scanned her and after sticking his scanner to her temple, sent her to Janeway.
“Captain?”
Not stopping her small circles, Janeway pointed with her head to where Neelix lay on the Biobed. “Neelix was throwing pots at a crewman.”
“Neelix?”
“Yes, Neelix,” Janeway replied and finally stopped moving. But only because Seven came through the door. “As soon as Seven and Tuvok are with us, I’ll tell you everything. I just don’t want to do this over and over again,” Janeway said without taking her eyes off of Seven, who was surveying the happenings in the room. “For now let’s just say…” Janeway trailed off as Seven’s gaze found hers and didn’t let go even as the Doctor approached and scanned her.
Only as he tried to attach the scanner to her, did Seven look away. They exchanged a few words, then Seven let him do his thing, before he had to move to Tuvok, who had stepped into Sickbay.
After another glance in Janeway’s direction, Seven went over to Chakotay.
“It’s getting rather full in here,” B’Elanna said.
“It is,” Janeway replied, keeping her attention on Tuvok, so that she wouldn’t watch Seven talking with Chakotay – which must have been weird enough in this setting, even without her gawking at them.
Tuvok soon joined B’Elanna and Janeway and she finally had something to occupy her mind with by informing the two about what had happened and why they all were here.
Of course B’Elanna wasn’t too thrilled about the last part.
“Come on, B’Elanna, at least you’re here because your strength could seriously harm another person. I on the other hand…” Janeway shook her head.
“While you might go and look for another binary pulsar to fly through,” B’Elanna said. “You know what? I believe I’m feeling a lot better already.”
“I thought you would,” Janeway said dryly.
“Sickbay to all hands.”
Silence fell across the room and everyone listened to the announcement that all personal had to report as scheduled to Holodeck 1.
As soon as the notification had ended, the Doctor came over, asking Janeway, B’Elanna and Tuvok to move into his laboratory. They walked over and as soon as they were in there, Janeway started pacing again, complaining about the limited place they had. Which got even more crowded as Seven and Chakotay joined them just a moment later.
Janeway let them pass to keep her place at the door, from where she could see part of what was happening. Even though Janeway wasn’t really surprised as the EMH said that he would put up a Forcefield, her frustration grew.
Three steps to the left, turn and three steps to the right. Back and forth Janeway went.
Tom and the other two officers were nowhere to be seen. Did it mean that the screening had already begun?
Back and force.
What would they find? Had anyone else been infected? If so, how many?
Three steps to the right, turn and – Janeway stopped in her tracks as she noticed Seven’s long legs stretched out across the floor. Following them with her eyes, Janeway realised that Seven was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall, looking up to B’Elanna, who followed suit and sat down beside Seven. Then the two of them started to talk quietly.
Janeway sighed and turned to face the window. Seven had not said a word, hadn’t even looked at her, but had very effectively stopped Janeway from driving everyone in there crazy. Janeway was a little surprised about Seven’s subtle way, considering that she’d never hesitated before to tell Janeway exactly how she felt. But then again, as Tuvok had pointed out yesterday, Seven had learned to respect Janeway’s authority and here in the lab was no way to communicate quietly enough so that others wouldn’t realise what was happening.
As if they didn’t realise anyway. Since when is Seven known to sit down somewhere, leave alone leisurely sitting on the floor?, Janeway thought, then: You’re overanalysing again, Kathryn.
“Did anyone bring some cards?” Janeway asked just to get her mind onto something else.
“If you adjust my bio-electrical field like you did on Arturis’ ship, I could simply walk through the Forcefield and get you some.”
“Careful there,” Janeway said and looked at Seven with a slight grin. “That would be in violation to necessary medical proceedings.”
“And security-measurements,” Tuvok added. “I would also advise against any sort of activity like gambling as it stimulates the rather basic human emotions.”
Janeway turned around. “Seriously? A simple game of poker?”
Tuvok raised an eyebrow. “There are countless examples of a simple game of poker ending in a fight or worse,” he said. “Which considering our current situation is not advisable.”
Janeway let her eyes move from Tuvok to Chakotay, who lifted his shoulders with a wry smile as if saying that Tuvok had a point.
“Let me guess,” B’Elanna said. “In our situation you’d say it’s advisable if we all sat down and meditate.”
“That would be indeed a prudent action,” Tuvok replied.
“Not.A.Chance,” B’Elanna replied and Janeway could almost hear B’Elanna’s eyes rolling in their sockets.
“I agree,” Janeway said under her breath, then after a sigh, she went over and sat down beside Seven, from where she still could see a portion of the room outside.
“Very clever spot,” Janeway said even more quietly.
Seven turned to face her and Janeway allowed herself to get lost in the unguarded gaze. Just for a moment Janeway wanted to escape this situation and connect with Seven; wanted to be emotional close and intimate like last night as they had lain together afterwards. Janeway hadn’t only felt physically close to Seven then. Afterwards… Janeway’s thoughts went further back and she breathed deeply as images from last night flickered through her mind.
Seven’s pupils widened – and they both jumped in surprise as their scanning devices started to beep and blink.
tbc
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