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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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AN: Thank you, RainAddict_CM for your note :o) I'm not going to stop posting in the middle of the story.
This is certainly not one of the best chapters, but I had a lot of fun with parts of it – guess which one ;o)
If there are any hard-core B’Elanna/Tom-shipper around: proceed with caution.
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Releasing the breath she had been holding with a gasp, Janeway hit the Com again. “Janeway to the Doctor.” While she waited for his response, she crossed the room towards the Bridge, still struggling to get her breath under control.
“I’m a little busy here, since you just beamed a berserker into my sickbay unannounced.”
“Sorry ‘bout that,” Janeway replied while passing through the doors and heading towards Tuvok’s station. “We’ll send you a security-detail to give you a hand, Doctor,” she added loud enough for Tuvok to hear her.
There was a crashing sound, then the Doctor’s voice again. “Much appreciated. Sickbay out.”
Janeway pointed to Tuvok, who was giving instructions to security, and gestured him to follow her. “Tom, you have the Bridge. I’ll be in Sickbay.”
“Aye, Captain.”
Once in the Turbolift, Janeway turned to Tuvok. “I just had Chakotay transported to Sickbay, because of his – let’s say unusual behaviour.”
“Was his behaviour even more unusual than it was on the Bridge?”
“I’m not quite sure what he had in mind, once he got to me, but yes, most definitely.” Janeway shook her head. “We’re missing something here, Tuvok.”
“So it seems.”
Janeway’s thoughts went back to the scene on the Bridge, and suddenly her mind made a connection between Tom’s comment about her reckless behaviour and the reason why she decided to fly the ship through the binary pulsar. Janeway tapped her Com. “Janeway to Seven of Nine.”
“Yes, Captain?”
Cool, calm and collected, just what Janeway needed and she breathed in deeply. “We need a ship-wide scan for possible intruders,” she said. “Think Srivani. Help is on the way.”
“Understood.”
“We were not able to detect the Srivani last time, what makes you believe we will succeed now?”
Janeway didn’t answer Tuvok’s question, just activated her Com again. “Janeway to Torres – B’Elanna, meet Seven in Astrometrics, she might need an engineer to help her adjust all scanning devices.”
“On my way, Captain.”
“Make it quick.”
The Turbolift stopped and Janeway and Tuvok headed towards Sickbay.
“I assume Lieutenant Torres is to modify Seven’s ocular implant.”
“Just a precaution,” Janeway answered. Or maybe it was just wanting to feel like they were doing something to solve this newest riddle. In all honesty Janeway didn’t believe it were the Srivani. They had long passed their space. And if it really was another alien race that conducted experiments on unaware travellers, they might just as well use another frequency to hide themselves or another technology all together.
Janeway and Tuvok arrived at Sickbay and Janeway asked for a report before she had even crossed the threshold.
“Ah, Captain, welcome to the arena,” the Doctor replied in his most chipper way. “Thanks to my capability to think quickly on my feet, I had the Commander down even before your guards arrived.” He gestured to the prone figure on the bed. “I simply had to fill the Forcefield with sedative gases.”
The least Janeway could do, after sending a berserker in here without any warning, was to pat his ego. “Nice work, Doctor.” Janeway moved over to the Biobed. “Have you found anything out of the ordinary?”
“Perfunctory scans indicate extremely low serotonin-levels, which could explain his aggressive behaviour. But I’ll need to conduct more tests to tell you anything conclusive.”
“Seven of Nine to the Captain.”
“Go ahead, Seven.”
“The adjustments are complete. Internal sensors give no indication to intruders.”
That had been fast.
“Understood. Meet me in Sickbay and bring B’Elanna with you. Oh, and Seven?”
“Yes, Captain?”
“Keep your eyes open, just in case.”
“I understand. Seven out.”
“Wait!”
Janeway heard B’Elanna through the com.
“Captain?”
“Yes, B’Elanna?”
“Since this whole situation is concerning Seven as well, I think we should bring her up to speed.”
“If this turns out to be not the Commander’s fault, there would be no reason to let information about this incident spread even further,” Tuvok said.
A part of Janeway understood what Tuvok meant and even agreed with him. But on the other hand… her gaze moved to Chakotay. “Lieutenant, are you asking me as your captain for permission?”
“Well, I-“
“You might want to consider your answer carefully, Lieutenant,” Seven advised.
“What? Why?...Oh, uhm, no. Not at all.”
“Then I’ll forget you asked. Get down here. Janeway out.”
“Since you neither denied nor granted her request, Lieutenant Torres will undoubtedly proceed.”
“I know,” Janeway answered without looking at Tuvok. “But if this isn’t his fault, he would tell Seven himself what had happened, so she knew exactly why he’s apologizing.”
“Why would the Commander need to apologize if she wasn’t there?”
With a small smile Janeway looked at the Vulcan. “Because he believes it would be the right thing to do.”
Tuvok shifted his gaze to Chakotay. “Indeed. Human logic will never fail to astonish me, Captain.”
“That’s what you like about us humans,” Janeway said teasingly.
“If you are finished discussing human logic, it would be nice to get some background information on what happened and why Commander Chakotay is laying in my sickbay. After that I need to run some more tests.”
“Suffice it to say, that the Commander acted most illogical to certain news he received,” Tuvok answered.
“That is very helpful, Mr. Tuvok,” the Doctor said and shifted his gaze to Janeway.
“Let’s just say, we need to figure out what made him discredit two crewmembers out of jealousy.”
“That does sound rather irrational,” the Doctor conceded.
Tuvok lifted his eyebrow but said nothing.
“Very well, I better get started then.”
“Of course,” Janeway replied and moved out of the way. Then she watched silently as the Doctor began tapping away on his consoles, while in her mind she tried to find an explanation for Chakotay’s behaviour. Was it really an alien attack? Or a virus? If it was a virus, would it spread?
In midst Janeway’s contemplating, the door opened with a swish and Seven, followed by B’Elanna stepped into the room.
For a moment Janeway felt anxious since it was the first encounter between Seven and her while on duty after – Janeway swallowed and tore her gaze from Seven’s body – their night together. But unlike herself, Seven was all business-like as she scanned first the room, then Tuvok and then Janeway. However, Seven’s eyes returned to Janeway’s after her scan for just a heartbeat, before she went over to the Biobed where Chakotay lay.
Janeway was oddly pleased with Seven’s acknowledgment but also very relieved that despite the change in their relationship, she stayed professional. Maybe this could really work.
After a moment Seven came over and B’Elanna joined them. “There is no sign of intruders or that the crew has been tempered with, that I can detect.”
Janeway nodded unsurprised. “It was worth a shot,” she said and turned to Tuvok. “There’s no need for the two of us staying here. Would you please take over the Bridge?”
Tuvok nodded, turned on his heels and left.
“B’Elanna, I believe you can reset the phase-variance on Seven’s implant. “
“Sure.” B’Elanna motioned for Seven to follow her and Janeway trailed after them into the Doctor’s office, then watched with interest as the Chief-Engineer crossed her arms and looked up at Seven.
“We’ve had this discussion ten minutes ago.”
Seven lifted the implant above her eye, then with a look of exasperation she took a seat on the stool. “I am not that much taller than you are.”
“Yeah, I know,” B’Elanna replied with a grin. “But once in a while it’s just nice not to have to stretch to reach something.” She grabbed a tool out of her pocket and bend over Seven. “What actually happened in your Ready Room, Captain? Did he finally snap and attack you?”
Seven’s head shot toward Janeway, then she flinched and put a hand to her temple.
“Damn it, Seven, stop fidgeting!”
“I am not fidgeting,” Seven replied acidly and Janeway could just imagine the look in Seven’s eyes, as she glared at the B’Elanna.
“Right,” B’Elanna muttered and then locked eyes with Seven. “You’ve seen her, she’s perfectly fine. Now hold still, I don’t want to hurt you.” A grin tugged at the corner of her lips. “Not too much anyway.”
To Janeway’s astonishment Seven relaxed. “In this case I suggest we find time for a sparring-match, if you believe you would stand a chance without having the advantage of tinkering with my implants.”
Janeway wasn’t quite sure what reaction she had expected from B’Elanna, but it certainly hadn’t been – hope?
B’Elanna straightened up and looked down at Seven. “Are you serious? I mean, would you really train with me?”
Seven cocked her head. “Had I not been ready to do so, I wouldn’t have mentioned it, not even in jest.”
B’Elanna pushed her hair back. “Sorry, I know that by now, but I guess…” She shrugged. “Usually I have to hold back when I practice, if someone is willing to train with me that is, me being a half Klingon and all that.”
The corner of Seven’s mouth lifted. “Your valour notwithstanding, Lieutenant, but with my superior hand-to-eye-coordination and Borg-enhanced strength, I see no harm in sparring with you, at least not for me, even if you were a full blooded Klingon.”
B’Elanna’s eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms.
“Now I’m even more curious about your more inventive exchanges,” Janeway said dryly.
Two heads swivelled towards Janeway, then they looked back at each other.
“I told you, she’d bug us,” B’Elanna muttered.
“Bug you?” Janeway repeated incredulously.
“As in pestering,” Seven added, and Janeway just stared at her.
“Not helping!” B’Elanna hissed.
“Thank you for the explanation, even though I am very well aware what it means,” Janeway said and looked back and forth between the two of them. “I’m also beginning to understand why B’Elanna is so reluctant to tell me about your exploits. You two seem to become rather juvenile once you get going.”
B’Elanna looked anywhere but at Janeway while Seven seemed to consider the words.
“I’m teasing, Seven. I’m not angry or upset,” Janeway said and smiled. “As a matter of fact, I’m actually rather…” Janeway shrugged, not quite sure how to describe what she felt. She was stunned, yes, because she’d never seen Seven like that. But Janeway was also feeling sappy, watching and listening to Seven and to realise that she’d never had anything like that, never had a friend to banter and be silly with.
“But you look upset,” Seven stated.
“Nah, it’s just the happiness stinging the inside of her eyes,” B’Elanna stage-whispered, causing Seven to frown and Janeway to laugh.
“Quite right,” Janeway said. “I am really happy for you,” she added for Seven’s benefit.
“However,” Janeway turned to the Chief-Engineer with a mock glare. “If I hear reports that your work is suffering…” Janeway left the thread hanging in the air.
B’Elanna snapped to attention. “It won’t, Captain.”
“Good.” Janeway let her command-mask slip. “Three times is the charm, so again today, I say thank you.”
B’Elanna looked at Janeway. “I understand where you’re coming from, but there’s nothing to thank me for. This is not like a task I have to do, or like I’m doing anyone a favour.” She glanced at Seven. “Though only Kahless knows why I put up with her, she’s insufferable.”
“I have a reasonable suspicion I’m missing a part of this conversation,” Seven said and looked questioningly back and forth between B’Elanna and Janeway.
“She did tell you about what happened on the Bridge?” Janeway asked Seven.
“Yes, she did.”
Out of the corner of her eyes, Janeway noticed B’Elanna crossing her arms and looked at her, surprised to find her scowling.
“By that look on your face, I’d say you left certain parts out of the story,” Janeway stated.
“So what?”
Seven rose from the stool. “Lieutenant B’Elanna Torres, what are you not telling me?”
B’Elanna’s glower locked onto Seven. “Are you trying to intimidate me with your height?”
“It was never my height that intimidated you,” Seven said, lifting the implant above her eye.
B’Elanna let out a barking laugh, but before she could reply, Janeway stepped between the two of them. “Back off, both of you. You can resolve this one later,” Janeway said. “And if B’Elanna doesn’t want to talk about earlier, it’s her choice,” she directed over her shoulder at Seven, who was standing close enough for Janeway to feel her body-heat.
“But you’ll tell her later anyway,” B’Elanna muttered, keeping Janeway’s mind from spinning off into unwanted territory.
Janeway looked at her. “I would have without a second thought, yes, because I didn’t realise that you were uncomfortable with her knowing.”
“But not now?”
Janeway shook her head.
“Even if I keep bugging you?” Seven asked.
It was hard to keep her eyes on B’Elanna, but Janeway managed it. She couldn’t stop the quivering of her mouth, however, which wanted to grin really badly. What have you unleashed, B’Elanna? ”Not even then, you little pest,” Janeway said.
B’Elanna huffed and then lowered her eyes. “I… I guess, I just didn’t want it to look like I’m trying to gain any favours by befriending Seven, now that I know you’re a couple.”
“Our relationship changed before today, did it not?”
“Yeah,” B’Elanna looked up at Seven. “But it was between the two of us and not in front of all the senior staff right after the revelation that you’re involved with the effing Captain of this ship. I mean, come on, how does that look like?”
“It looks like your defending the honour of your friend, regardless of her relationship-status with the captain?” Janeway suggested softly. “And that you made more of an effort than others to look behind that cool and aloof façade. At least that’s how it sounded to me.”
“Took me long enough, considering where I’ve been,” B’Elanna mumbled.
“From what I understand of the events that happened earlier, I wish to express my appreciation to you – B’Elanna.”
The slight hesitation in Seven’s words and the way B’Elanna looked up at Seven, Janeway assumed it didn’t happen often, if at all, that Seven used her given name.
“No need, the Captain already thanked me,” B’Elanna muttered.
“We might be a – couple, but the Captain does not speak for me. If she thanked you, she had her own reasons and so do I. Will you accept?”
Janeway turned her head and with a smile looked over her shoulder at Seven, who gave her brief glance before focusing back on B’Elanna. When Seven cocked her head as if something was puzzling her, Janeway turned forward again.
B’Elanna’s eyes were wide as she stammered: “Yeah, I guess, I mean, yes.” Her eyes moved back and forth between Seven and Janeway several times, before they finally landed on Janeway. “I was right,” she said quietly. You two are…” She shook her head.
Janeway lifted an enquiring brow, then she remembered the other reason she had thanked B’Elanna for. “Ah, a power to be reckoned with?”
“Yeah,” B’Elanna nodded. “A strong couple; a force to be reckoned with,” she said quietly.
“Why does that realisation makes you unhappy?” Seven enquired.
B’Elanna averted her eyes but not before Janeway saw the shimmer in them. Turning her head to Seven, Janeway mouthed very quietly: “Seal us in.” If not for the Borg-enhancement, Seven wouldn’t have heard Janeway, but she did and stepped to a console. A few taps and beeps later the windows lost their transparency.
“On no, you won’t.”
Janeway put a hand on B’Elanna’s arm. “You’ve given plenty already today, how about getting something as well?”
“I don’t know if I can do that.” B’Elanna glanced at Janeway and a tear escaped her eyes. With a low growl she swiped at it angrily.
Janeway remembered B’Elanna’s glances towards Tom and since they were talking about relationships she just gave it a shot: “Is this because of Tom?”
B’Elanna gave Janeway a dark look. “I don’t like you very much right now.”
Janeway shrugged with an apologetic smile.
B’Elanna’s eyes moved to Seven. “Don’t get your implants in a twist, it’s just a phrase,” she huffed.
“Explain,” Seven said and Janeway felt her move a little to the side.
“I’m just saying that she’s hitting too close to home,” B’Elanna said, then added with exasperation: “She’s too close to the truth.” B’Elanna sighed. “Yes, it’s about Tom. He’s just… no, I’m…” She shook her head.
“Lieutenant Paris-“
B’Elanna’s eyes flashed. “Don’t start bashing him, he’s a good guy!”
“I had no such intentions,” Seven stated. “He was one of the first crewmembers who offered me kindness.”
“Yeah, he’s like that,” B’Elanna said and another tear fell.
“You want to terminate your relationship with him.”
Janeway blinked in surprise. Surely it wasn’t that bad, was it? Even bigger was her surprise as B’Elanna nodded, the tears now running unchecked down her cheeks.
“Are you sure? Have you tried talking with him?” Janeway asked.
“That’s exactly the problem,” B’Elanna said and looked at Janeway. “It’s not him, it’s not what he does or doesn’t do. It just doesn’t feel like a good match anymore.”
“Mok’tah,” Janeway said quietly, realising that B’Elanna’s rumination on the Bridge hadn’t been about how it had felt for her in the beginning, as Janeway had thought, but how it felt now.
“Yeah.” B’Elanna wiped her cheeks. “Even though it hadn’t felt like that at first.”
“I’m so sorry, B’Elanna,” Janeway said.
“So am I. You know, he really is a good guy and I don’t want to hurt him.”
“I know,” Janeway said and reached out to touch her arm.
“And to make matters worse…” B’Elanna wiped her face with a sleeve. “I’m not sure I can deal with being the bad guy again. I don’t want to feel like that anymore, not again after just having found some resemblance of belonging.”
“You’ve made your own place here before you became involved with Tom,” Janeway said.
“It doesn’t feel like it, though.”
“In your reasoning you believe that the other crewmembers would despise you because you terminated the relationship between you and Lieutenant Paris,” Seven said. “I disagree. You would damage both of you more if you stayed even though you were unsatisfied, ultimately making the Lieutenant discontented as well.”
B’Elanna looked at Seven. “I know what you mean, but I’m afraid.” She swallowed. “I’m afraid, because in my mind the charming sunshine of the ship gets dumped by me and I’ll be back to being the scary Klingon.”
“A scary Klingon makes good company for a terrifying Borg,” Seven deadpanned, bringing a slight grin to B’Elanna’s face.
“We could terrorize the ship together.”
“Luckily there’s still the reckless captain of this ship to keep you two in check,” Janeway said dryly.
“Sickbay to Captain Janeway.”
“Yes, Doctor?”
“Since you’re occupying my office and I have not enough security-clearance to enter because someone looked me out, would you kindly step out? I have some news to share.”
“I’ll be with you in a minute,” Janeway replied.
“I wasn’t aware that it-“
“Janeway out.” Janeway cut the connection with a role of her eyes and gave Seven a glance over her shoulder. “Not enough security-clearance, ey?”
Seven lifted the crested implant, a tiny smile on her face.
With a smile of her own, Janeway turned back to B’Elanna. “Alright.” Janeway put both hands on B’Elanna’s shoulders and locked eyes with her. “You’ll be fine and so will Tom. Yes, it will take time, it will hurt and it will feel awkward for the two of you,” she said. “But just like Tom, you had people around you who only got closer to him because of you.” Janeway looked back and forth between B’Elanna’s dark eyes. “You know where to find me if you need me, you hear me?”
B’Elanna nodded. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Janeway replied with a smile. “Now go and tinker with this implant, so that Seven can look straight again.”
B’Elanna blinked once and again and then started grinning.
Janeway frowned.
“I’m sorry,” B’Elanna said, trying to get her facial expression under control. “But considering Seven’s partner it’s rather funny that you want her to look straight.”
Janeway shook her head with a laugh. “You are just all over the place today, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry.” B’Elanna straightened. “You better go before the Doctor comes to-“ She shut her mouth with an audible snap.
It took Janeway only a second to realise where this was heading and lifted the hand that was closer to Seven. “Don’t!” Janeway looked over her shoulder at Seven, who just cocked her head, lifting an enquiring implant.
“I’m starting to believe it is better that I don’t know every detail of your interactions,” Janeway said with mild exasperation. “I’ll leave you two to it.”
Seven turned to the console, tapped a command and the seal to the office was broken even though the glasses stayed tinted.
Janeway left the office and walked to the Doctor, who was still buzzing around Chakotay.
“There you are, had a nice stroll down to Sickbay?”
Janeway ignored his sarcasm. “What have you got?”
“I’ve detected an irregularity as I scanned his brain, to be more precise I found an attachment on his hypothalamus, which seems to be…”
Janeway looked from Chakotay to the Doctor as he bombarded her with a string of technical medical phrases in a speed that made her think there was no tomorrow. Letting the words wash over her, Janeway nodded once in a while until there was a slight pause. She snapped her hand up even though she wasn’t sure if he was finished.
“Something is attached to his hypothalamus and it seems to inhibit the normal function of the – hormones?”
The Doctor opened his mouth.
“Never mind,” Janeway cut in. “Can you remove it?”
“As I have tried to explain-“
Janeway’s eyebrow rose. “Make it short and simple, I’m not a medic nor do I want to become one.”
“I can’t say for sure yet.”
“Any indication of where it came from?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“Let me know when you have more, I’ll be on the bridge.”
“Yes, Captain.”
With a last look at Chakotay, Janeway turned around and left Sickbay.
Just to return four hours later.
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