A/N: My plan was to write a cute little wacky fic, not this giant gay monstrosity. But so it always goes for me, I feel like :P This is the easiest writing has come in a long time, and it was a blast to write, so I hope you have fun reading!
"Captain!" Harry Kim called, his voice laced with concern. A warning blip had just appeared on the console in front of him.
Janeway spun in her captain's chair towards him, keeping her command mask in place even as her heart rate jumped in alarm.
"Sensors are picking up a massive ion storm approaching from the starboard bow."
"On screen," she ordered, her eyes widening as the swirling mass of blue and purple took up the entire viewer.
"Can we outrun it?" she asked, turning to Tom Paris as his fingers flew over the helm controls.
Tom shook his head. "It's moving way too fast, we'd never make it."
"Then we'll have to get around it," Janeway said resolutely. "Tom, full warp, dead ahead. If we can't outrun it, we can at least try to get out of its way."
Tom acknowledged the order and punched the command into his console, sending Voyager racing through space.
"I want full power to the warp engines. Yellow alert," ordered Janeway, console lights changing color in response to her words. Despite having full confidence in her helmsman, she wanted to be sure the rest of the crew was prepared for a less-than-favorable outcome.
After several tense seconds of watching the storm rush by on the viewscreen, she asked, "Are we almost to the edge?"
"Almost," reported Harry, "but the storm is approaching fast."
"Tom," Janeway called to him.
"I'm giving it all she's got," he said, his fingers dancing on the controls. "C'mon, c'mon…" he muttered, egging Voyager to even faster speeds.
Even as the edge of the swirling blue cloud came into sight, Harry called out, "The storm's on us, Captain!"
"Brace for impact!" she cried, clenching the arm rests of her chair as the last arm of the ion storm buffeted Voyager, sending crew staggering and sparks flying from consoles.
Below decks, B'Elanna rushed through the corridors towards Engineering, straightening her hastily donned uniform and muttering a string of curses under her breath.
"Useless piece of machinery, can't even wake me when it's supposed to…"
As the warning lights flashed, signaling the yellow alert, she let out an even louder curse and picked up her pace, anxious to get to her station before anything could happen. The lurching of the ship's hull only served to push her even faster towards her destination.
She was so focused on getting to Engineering that she barely even took notice of the string of bangs and sparks that chased her down the corridor as systems blew out in a chain reaction from the ion storm's electric charge.
She only looked up when a crewman called out from in front of her.
"Chief! Look ou-!"
B'Elanna never got the chance to turn around as the computer panels just behind her blew out, sending her flying forward in a shower of sparks. Her head hit the deck with a resounding thud, plunging her into blackness.
She came to quickly, her head pounding where it had connected with the floor. With a groan she pushed herself up on shaking arms, catching sight of the crewman staring at her from down the hall. He was frozen in place, his eyes wide and his jaw hanging open.
"What are you looking –" she began to ask, but cut off when she heard a slightly deeper echo of her words just to her left.
Turning towards the sound, she felt her own eyes widen as she came face to face with herself – or rather, the fully Klingon half of herself.
As her Klingon half's mouth quirked up into a smirk, the Human B'Elanna could not help but moan, "Not again."
