Hey there all my fellow B'Elanna/Vorik fans! :) Did you ever wish that the events in the episode Blood Fever had gone differently? I know I have! I decided to write it the way I thought it should have happened :) Hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek or anything affiliated with it... except the parts of this story I made up.
Blood Fever: What Should Have Happened
Chapter Uno
Tom: Hey, I love that game!
Dakosaurus: Shut up, Tom!
Captains log: Stardate 50537.2. Routine scans of an uninhabited star system have revealed the presence of gallicite; a very rare substance on the fourth planet.
B'Elanna sat on the bridge taking readings of the fourth planet. She smiled. "If these readings are right, we're looking at a yield of nearly a kiloton. That would be
enough gallicite to completely refit the warp coils." She turned to look at Tom.
"They sure could use it," Tom said.
B'Elanna looked annoyed. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," he said.
"Are you saying I can't take care of engineering? That I can't do my job?"
"No," he said closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead. "I'm just saying they could use the refitting. That's all."
"Well, you're not an engineer, Tom," she said, clearly offended.
"I was just agreeing with what you said!" Tom cried, rising from his seat.
"Alright, enough!" Janeway said, also standing. "Tuvok, is there anyone in the area that would consider this their territory?"
"There are indications that a colony once existed on the planet's surface," Tuvok stated, tapping his console for information. "However, it appears to be long
abandoned."
"Alright, let's stake a claim," Janeway said. She walked over to B'Elanna. "I'll leave this in your hands, B'Elanna. Use whatever resources and personnel you need. You
might wanna talk to Mr. Neelix. I believe he spent some time working in a mining colony."
B'Elanna smiled up at her captain. "Aye, captain," She said and exited the bridge.
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B'Elanna was looking at the schematics on a console in engineering. Ensign Vorik was standing next to her. "These tunnels are clearly artificial," she said to him.
"Someone else must have been interested in digging up this gallicite."
Vorik was staring at her figure, half listening. She turned to look at him. He shook out of his trance and said, "That should make it easier to access the deposits."
"True," she said, not noticing Vorik's behavior. "But we have to be careful. There's been a lot of seismic activity down there." Vorik inched closer to her. "Look, these
tunnels are completely collapsed." She paused and thought for a moment. "We should bring Tom Paris on the away team. He's had quite a lot of rock climbing
experience." She was angry with Tom but she'd have to put that aside for the sake of the mission.
Vorik's eyebrow shot up in disapproval at the notion of bringing Tom along. "I have spent several summers exploring to Osana Caverns which involved some quite
treacherous climbing," he said, hoping she would decide to take him instead of that dope, Paris.
"Great, you two can be our safety experts." B'Elanna said while tapping some buttons on her console.
Vorik looked very disappointed. He took a deep breath and walked over to the other side of the room. He turned and looked at her. "Have we completed our
preparations to your satisfaction?"
She smiled at his question. "We're done here, yes."
"Let me take this opportunity to declare kunat so'lik. My desire to become your mate."
B'Elanna had a blank expression. "What?" she asked.
"In human terms I am… proposing marriage. Do you accept?" His eyes were big and hopeful.
B'Elanna blushed a little. "Uh, this is a little sudden, isn't it? Besides, I thought Vulcan marriages were arranged. Don't you already have someone back home?"
He nodded. "She has sufficient reason to consider me lost and has most likely chosen another mate. It's appropriate for me to do the same."
"And you've chosen me," B'Elanna said.
"I have come to greatly admire not only your impressive technical skills but also your bravery and sense of moral duty {that means he thinks she's hot}. All excellent
qualities in a perspective mate," he stated.
"But you're Vulcan. I am half Klingon. I really can't imagine…"
"Perhaps we are not an obvious match. However our differences would compliment each other. You've often expressed frustration with your Klingon temper. My mental
discipline could help you control it." He said. He was speaking rather fast and his sentences were bleeding together. He seemed desperate to win her approval.
"Furthermore I feel that-"
"Wait!" B'Elanna interrupted. "Please, please. Um. I seen that you've given this a lot of, um, logical thought and I really am very flattered," she said amused. "But my
answer is no." Vorik looked very disappointed. "I'm sorry," she added and walked away.
"B'Elanna!" he called after her. She stopped and turned around. "You may wish to reconsider. Your choices for a mate are currently limited to seventy-three male crew
members on this ship. Some of whom are already unavailable."
"I'll worry about my choices myself, thank you." She said and continued to walk away.
He caught up with her. "I should also remind you that many species are unable to withstand Klingon mating practices."
"Okay," B'Elanna said annoyed. "That's enough." The tension between them began to increase.
"Whereas my superior Vulcan strength would make me a very suitable partner," he said. He grabbed her face. There was rage in B'Elanna's eyes but when her eyes
met Vorik's her rage melted. His hands were soft and warm and his intense gaze was locked onto hers. She hadn't noticed until now how good he smelled. He pulled
her a little closer, still looking deep into her eyes. He looked down at her mouth... He moved his lips closer to hers.
Tom walked in carrying a bouquet of flowers and saw Vorik holding B'Elanna's face.
"Hey!" Tom yelled. "Get your hands off her!" He pulled Vorik away from her.
"What are you doing?" B'Elanna yelled.
"I'm getting this creep off of you," he said incredulously. Vorik squirmed out of Tom's grip. Tom tried grabbing him again and B'Elanna hit Tom hard in the face. Vorik's
eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Mind your own business!" B'Elanna said.
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Tom sat on the bio-bed in sickbay while the doctor scanned him.
"Here are the results of his cortical scan," Kes said.
"So, what's wrong with him?" B'Elanna asked. She was standing a few feet away with her arms folded. She looked annoyed.
"You dislocated his jaw," the doctor stated.
Tom glared at B'Elanna. "Can you make her leave?" he asked the doctor.
B'Elanna rolled her eyes and exited the room as Vorik entered.
"Ah, Ensign Vorik. You're just in time for your physical exam. I don't want you to do any treacherous rock climbing before I give you a clean bill of health."
"I am just here to see that Lieutenant Paris is alright." Tom looked surprised.
"Please, Ensign. I need to examine everyone before they leave," the doctor said. "I saw Lieutenant Torres and Mr. Neelix this morning. Your away team can depart as
soon as we're finished here." He gestured towards an empty bio-bed.
"Very well," Vorik said.
The doctor scanned him as he sat down. "Oh, now this is strange."
"What is it?" Vorik asked.
"You seem to be suffering from a neuro-chemical imbalance.
"What does that mean?" Tom asked.
They both looked over at Tom.
"I believe I should discuss that with the patient privately," the doctor said.
Tom just sat and stared at the doctor, then glanced over at Vorik.
"You can go, Mr. Paris," the doctor stated.
"Oh! Sorry." Tom jumped off the bed and exited sickbay, winking at Kes on the way out.
The doctor turned to Vorik. "You're going through the Pon Farr, aren't you?"
"That's an extremely… personal question, Doctor."
"Yes, I'm aware that Vulcans prefer to keep their mating practices very much to themselves," the doctor said. "There's almost nothing in the medical database beyond a
few observations made by Starfleet doctors over the years," he said, circling Vorik until he was standing directly behind him. "Your symptoms, the chemical imbalance
and loss of emotion control, are consistent with those observations." Vorik closed his eyes. He did not want to have this conversation. "Have you been eating and
sleeping normally?" the doctor asked.
"I knew there was something wrong. I was hoping it wasn't… this."
"I assume this is your first Pon Farr?" the doctor said.
Vorik's head slumped down and his chin hit his chest.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," the doctor said. "It's a normal biological function. I'll do what I can to help you through it but I'll need a little more
information."
Vorik jumped off the bio-bed. "We do not discuss it," he said pulling his uniform to straighten it.
"I'm afraid you'll have to. You have a serious imbalance in your brain chemistry. If it gets much worse it could become life threatening. Now, I need to know how Vulcans
deal with this condition!"
Vorik turned his back to the doctor and took a few steps away from him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "We… go home. Every seven years of our adult life
Vulcans experience an instinctual, irresistible urge to return to the home world and… take a mate."
"But in your case, being stranded half way across the galaxy, that's impossible," the doctor stated.
Vorik nodded. "Yes."
"So then logically you try to find a mate here. I assume that explains your behavior toward lieutenant Torres?"
Vorik turned around quickly to face the doctor. "How did you know about that?"
"Mr. Paris and Lieutenant Torres were arguing about it when I was realigning 's jaw. He said he saw the two of you in engineering..." the doctor said.
"I have always had great respect for B'Elanna. I hope she isn't… upset with me."
"With Lieutenant Torres upset is a relative term. At any case we're going to have to find other ways to treat your condition. Let's start with a micro-cellular scan."
"No!" Vorik shouted. The doctor turned to look at him, becoming frustrated. "I don't want medical treatment. I will resolve this myself."
"How do you intend to do that?" the doctor asked.
"I have the away mission with B'Elanna. She'll see we're good for each other in time."
"I'm afraid I can't let you go on that mission, Ensign. You're unstable."
"I have to go," Vorik said with desperation in his voice. "I have to win B'Elanna's affections."
"I'm sorry."
Vorik walked over to a console and started pressing a series of buttons. The doctor's matrix started glitching.
"What are you doing!" the doctor cried.
"I didn't want to have to do this doctor but you leave me no choice."
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Tuvok entered sick bay. It was empty. "Doctor?" He looked around the vacant room and saw no trace of the EMH. "Strange. I feel as though I should be having an
uncomfortable conversation with the doctor about Ensign Vorik right now, all the while objecting to everything he wishes to discuss..." He raised an eyebrow, stood
there in puzzlement for a moment , then left.
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B'Elanna entered the transporter room wearing a grey and yellow uniform and carrying a black bag. She looked over and saw Vorik and Neelix waiting for her. "Ah! You
two are awfully prompt!"
"I am pleased that this... pleases you," Vorik said.
She led them over to the consoles. "Let me show you our target area." She tapped a few buttons.
"Shouldn't we wait for Tom?" Neelix asked.
"He's not coming," B'Elanna stated. Vorik had a look on his face that almost looked like a smirk."This seems to be the most accessable vein of galacite. We'll beam to the
surface and then go through this passage way until it deadends in this chamber. Then we'll decend almost fifty meters. Almost straight down." She turned to look a
Vorik.
"Do you see any problem with that, Ensign?"
"If we proceed with caution we will succeed," Vorik stated.
"Good! You're all set, Neelix?" She said.
"I've got a laser drill," he said, patting his backpack, "sample cases, geospectral analysis cases-"
"In other words, you're ready," B'Elanna interrupted. She hit the console with both hands. "Lets go!"
Neelix shrugged at Vorik and they followed her to the transpoter pads.
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Alright, that's enough writing for today. Stay tuned for Chapter 2!
Vorik: What about B'Elanna?
Dakosaurus: What about her?
Vorik: I need to win her over NOW.
Dakosaurus: Calm down, there's plenty of time.
Vorik: I CAN'T "calm down". Do you have any idea what I'm going through?
Dakosaurus: Oh, right. The Pon Farr. I'll try to be quick with the update, ok? Until then... just sit tight and try not to propose to Neelix.