Category: Star Trek Voyager
Rating: PG-13 (mature subject matter, some explicit language)
Disclaimer: Star Trek: Voyager and all things contained therein are the property of Paramount and Viacom. I will receive no profit from this story.
Author: Raven
Background: Set during the seventh season, Voyager is still in the Delta Quadrant. Captain Janeway and her crew must face their most dangerous challenge ever.
Title: The Dance
ACT ONE
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INT. SICKBAY
Chakotay: How is she?
Doctor: I can't tell.
Chakotay: You can tell me Doctor...I'm the Commander.
Doctor: No, I mean I don't know why she's in this condition.
Chakotay: Can you at least tell me what her condition is?
Doctor: She's unconscious.
Chakotay: (frustrated) I can see that! What's wrong with her!
Doctor: I'm not sure, according to Seven, she just...collapsed.
Tuvok: Logic dictates we run some tests to determine the causation of her illness.
Doctor: Thank you Mr. Tuvok, I would have never thought of that.
Paris: (slaps Chakotay on the arm) Well big guy, looks like you're in charge.
Tuvok: Not quite Lieutenant. If I'm not mistaken, Commander Chakotay is suffering from the same ailment as the Captain. Logic dictates a more suitable replacement is required.
The EMH runs his medical scanner over the first officer.
Doctor: As much as I hate to agree with him, he's right.
Voyager's tactical officer rolls his eyes.
Doctor: (to Chakotay) You're not symptomatic yet, but your lymphatic system is hyper-stimulated.
Seven: Doctor, I may have an explanation for that.
Torres: I bet you do.
Ignoring the Chief Engineer's comment, the Doctor continues to run his device over the rest of the senior staff.
Doctor: Actually, you're all infected. But, lucky for you, I'm a hologram and immune to any and all diseases. Looks like I'm in charge. Computer...initiate Emergency Command Holo...
Seven: (interrupting) Computer... belay that order.
Doctor: What are you doing? I believe I've demonstrated complete knowledge of Starfleet protocols.
Seven: I do not concur. Holograms are not sufficient for command. You are merely made up of photons and force fields.
Doctor: Thanks a lot Seven. You really know how to hurt a guy.
Seven: My apologies Doctor, it was not my intention to insult you.
Doctor: (crossing his arms) Too late.
Paris: All right Miss Perfection...what makes you think you're fit for command?
Seven: My alcove continuously feeds me antibodies to resist most viruses. In the event I am infected, my nanoprobes will be sufficient enough to combat the disease. I believe that qualifies me for command.
Torres: Now, wait just a damn minute! You're not even an officer.
Seven: The captain considers me part of her senior staff, does that not qualify me?
Kim: She's right.
Torres: Shut up Harry!
Kim: But...But...
All: (interrupting) Shut up!
Harry looks around, huffs and puffs, then runs out of sickbay.
Chakotay: All right...listen, until I'm no longer able to, I'm taking command of this ship. If anyone has a problem with that, they can spend the rest of the trip in the brig. Do I make myself clear?
Paris: (sarcastic) Crystal.
Chakotay: Who said that?
Everyone looks in different directions.
Chakotay: (exhales deeply) All right everyone...you know what to do. Get back to your stations. Seven, I'd like you to stay behind.
Torres: (sarcastic) I bet you would.
Chakotay: Who said that? Tuvok, you wouldn't lie.
Tuvok: I believe it was Ensign Kim.
Torres: Good one.
Tuvok turns to B'Elanna and grins.
Chakotay: Nice try Tuvok...he's not even here!
Torres: (mumbles to herself) P'Taq!
Chakotay: What was that Lieutenant?
Torres: (clearing her throat) I said, I'll be recalibrating the warp core?
Chakotay: Good idea...and while your at it...take Tuvok with you.
Tuvok twists his face in disgust as the room empties with the exception of the Doctor, Seven and
Chakotay.
Chakotay: Seven, I'd like to ask you a few questions.
Seven: Yes Commander.
Chakotay: You were with the Captain last.
Seven: That's not a question.
Chakotay: I wasn't done.
Seven: Oh...sorry.
Chakotay: What exactly happened?
Seven: We were having a discussion in her ready room. The Captain stood up, grabbed at her throat and fainted.
Doctor: (smug) That must have been some conversation. What were you talking about?
Chakotay: Doctor! That's none of your business!
Doctor: I'm a doctor...not a gossip columnist.
Chakotay: Whatever it is, its not important.
Doctor: It may not be important, but I'm curious as hell to know.
Seven: Very well. We were discussing what humans call, "the birds and the bees".
Chakotay's eyes go wide as he stares at his current love interest.
Doctor: Seven, aren't you a little old to be discussing sex?
Seven: What do birds and insects have to do with copulation?
Doctor: Never mind, we'll be covering that topic in lesson 69, "It takes 2 to tango".
Seven: I look forward to it.
Chakotay: (mumbling to himself) So do I.
The Doctor rolls his eyes at the Commander's comment.
Seven: There is one other possibility.
Doctor: Go on...
Seven: Just minutes before her collapse, the Captain had just returned from the mess hall. Perhaps Neelix could shed some light on our predicament.
Chakotay: It's worth a shot. (taps his comm. badge) Chakotay to Neelix.
Neelix: (voice only) Federation Of Planet's Ambassador to the Delta Quadrant here.
Chakotay: What the...?
Neelix: (voice only) Sorry Commander...I was just practicing. What can I do for you?
Chakotay: I'm not sure if you've heard anything, but the Captain isn't well.
Neelix: (voice only) She's not the only one. I've got a medical emergency down here. I've got crewmen dropping like flies.
The background music grows louder as Seven, Chakotay and the Doctor exchange looks of
concern.
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To be continued...
Rating: PG-13 (mature subject matter, some explicit language)
Disclaimer: Star Trek: Voyager and all things contained therein are the property of Paramount and Viacom. I will receive no profit from this story.
Author: Raven
Background: Set during the seventh season, Voyager is still in the Delta Quadrant. Captain Janeway and her crew must face their most dangerous challenge ever.
Title: The Dance
ACT ONE
***
INT. SICKBAY
Chakotay: How is she?
Doctor: I can't tell.
Chakotay: You can tell me Doctor...I'm the Commander.
Doctor: No, I mean I don't know why she's in this condition.
Chakotay: Can you at least tell me what her condition is?
Doctor: She's unconscious.
Chakotay: (frustrated) I can see that! What's wrong with her!
Doctor: I'm not sure, according to Seven, she just...collapsed.
Tuvok: Logic dictates we run some tests to determine the causation of her illness.
Doctor: Thank you Mr. Tuvok, I would have never thought of that.
Paris: (slaps Chakotay on the arm) Well big guy, looks like you're in charge.
Tuvok: Not quite Lieutenant. If I'm not mistaken, Commander Chakotay is suffering from the same ailment as the Captain. Logic dictates a more suitable replacement is required.
The EMH runs his medical scanner over the first officer.
Doctor: As much as I hate to agree with him, he's right.
Voyager's tactical officer rolls his eyes.
Doctor: (to Chakotay) You're not symptomatic yet, but your lymphatic system is hyper-stimulated.
Seven: Doctor, I may have an explanation for that.
Torres: I bet you do.
Ignoring the Chief Engineer's comment, the Doctor continues to run his device over the rest of the senior staff.
Doctor: Actually, you're all infected. But, lucky for you, I'm a hologram and immune to any and all diseases. Looks like I'm in charge. Computer...initiate Emergency Command Holo...
Seven: (interrupting) Computer... belay that order.
Doctor: What are you doing? I believe I've demonstrated complete knowledge of Starfleet protocols.
Seven: I do not concur. Holograms are not sufficient for command. You are merely made up of photons and force fields.
Doctor: Thanks a lot Seven. You really know how to hurt a guy.
Seven: My apologies Doctor, it was not my intention to insult you.
Doctor: (crossing his arms) Too late.
Paris: All right Miss Perfection...what makes you think you're fit for command?
Seven: My alcove continuously feeds me antibodies to resist most viruses. In the event I am infected, my nanoprobes will be sufficient enough to combat the disease. I believe that qualifies me for command.
Torres: Now, wait just a damn minute! You're not even an officer.
Seven: The captain considers me part of her senior staff, does that not qualify me?
Kim: She's right.
Torres: Shut up Harry!
Kim: But...But...
All: (interrupting) Shut up!
Harry looks around, huffs and puffs, then runs out of sickbay.
Chakotay: All right...listen, until I'm no longer able to, I'm taking command of this ship. If anyone has a problem with that, they can spend the rest of the trip in the brig. Do I make myself clear?
Paris: (sarcastic) Crystal.
Chakotay: Who said that?
Everyone looks in different directions.
Chakotay: (exhales deeply) All right everyone...you know what to do. Get back to your stations. Seven, I'd like you to stay behind.
Torres: (sarcastic) I bet you would.
Chakotay: Who said that? Tuvok, you wouldn't lie.
Tuvok: I believe it was Ensign Kim.
Torres: Good one.
Tuvok turns to B'Elanna and grins.
Chakotay: Nice try Tuvok...he's not even here!
Torres: (mumbles to herself) P'Taq!
Chakotay: What was that Lieutenant?
Torres: (clearing her throat) I said, I'll be recalibrating the warp core?
Chakotay: Good idea...and while your at it...take Tuvok with you.
Tuvok twists his face in disgust as the room empties with the exception of the Doctor, Seven and
Chakotay.
Chakotay: Seven, I'd like to ask you a few questions.
Seven: Yes Commander.
Chakotay: You were with the Captain last.
Seven: That's not a question.
Chakotay: I wasn't done.
Seven: Oh...sorry.
Chakotay: What exactly happened?
Seven: We were having a discussion in her ready room. The Captain stood up, grabbed at her throat and fainted.
Doctor: (smug) That must have been some conversation. What were you talking about?
Chakotay: Doctor! That's none of your business!
Doctor: I'm a doctor...not a gossip columnist.
Chakotay: Whatever it is, its not important.
Doctor: It may not be important, but I'm curious as hell to know.
Seven: Very well. We were discussing what humans call, "the birds and the bees".
Chakotay's eyes go wide as he stares at his current love interest.
Doctor: Seven, aren't you a little old to be discussing sex?
Seven: What do birds and insects have to do with copulation?
Doctor: Never mind, we'll be covering that topic in lesson 69, "It takes 2 to tango".
Seven: I look forward to it.
Chakotay: (mumbling to himself) So do I.
The Doctor rolls his eyes at the Commander's comment.
Seven: There is one other possibility.
Doctor: Go on...
Seven: Just minutes before her collapse, the Captain had just returned from the mess hall. Perhaps Neelix could shed some light on our predicament.
Chakotay: It's worth a shot. (taps his comm. badge) Chakotay to Neelix.
Neelix: (voice only) Federation Of Planet's Ambassador to the Delta Quadrant here.
Chakotay: What the...?
Neelix: (voice only) Sorry Commander...I was just practicing. What can I do for you?
Chakotay: I'm not sure if you've heard anything, but the Captain isn't well.
Neelix: (voice only) She's not the only one. I've got a medical emergency down here. I've got crewmen dropping like flies.
The background music grows louder as Seven, Chakotay and the Doctor exchange looks of
concern.
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To be continued...