A short update. Things are finally getting back in order.

The doors to sickbay were cracked open when Seven and B'elanna finally made it there. Sticking her head inside, the ex-borg saw no sign of the Doctor. "It appears the Doctor is offline."

B'elanna lifted her head slightly, "How bad is it?"

"There is damage, but it does not appear to be as extensive as the rest of the deck."

Seven wedged herself into the crack and pushed forcing the doors open. "The extra shielding we installed must have protected it from whatever it was that happened. Maybe we can get the Doctor back online."

B'elanna looked up as Seven grabbed the stretcher and began to drag it through the doors. She stopped beside the main diagnostic bed and glanced at it uncertainly. "I will have to lift you again, it will cause discomfort."

The Klingon waved her hand. "I'm ready. Just do it quick."

Seven knelt beside her, sliding her arms under her shoulders and legs. The ex-drone waited until B'elanna's arms were wrapped around her neck, then lifted, grimacing at the hiss of pain she heard. She settled the Klingon as gently as she could and stepped back, activating the diagnostic arms. The black shield closed over B'elanna and she set it to scanning the woman's injuries before turning to the sickbay consoles. "There appears to be damage to the holographic emitters. The gel packs ruptured during a power surge. It will take some time to repair."

"What about the mobile emitter?"

"If I can locate it, I may be able to route the Doctor's program to it." She worked at the console for a few moments and took a deep breath. "It appears the entire ship has been affected, communications and turbolifts are down. Life support and evironmental controls are fluctuating, warp engines are offline, but appear stable, transporters are down..."

"I've heard enough."

"Very well. I will attempt to find the mobile emitter."

While sickbay's damage was not as extensive, it was still heavily damaged. There were pieces of bulkhead and conduit laying everywhere, but she found what she was looking for under the Doctor's desk. Holding the emitter in her palm she made her way back out into sickbay. "I have found it."

"I was starting to worry. This thing started beeping while you were gone." B'elanna was watching her from the bed. Seven looked at the readout, nodding slightly.

"There are several fractures. It must has happened when we were slammed into the turbolift wall."

"I'm more interested in how long it's going to take to heal."

A look that could only be described as uncertainty crossed her face, and it was one the Klingon had never seen there before. "I have no experience healing this type of injury."

B'elanna pulled her arm from underneath the diagnostic shield and reached out to squeeze Seven's hand briefly. "You got me here. Now see if you can get the Doctor back online. We've got a ship to repair."

She saw a ghost of a smile pass her lips before she disappeared back to the console. B'elanna relaxed back against the bed, staring at the flickering lights above her. She couldn't understand her lack of hostility toward the former borg drone, but after the vinculum her feelings had started to change. Seeing Seven lose control over her identity, through no fault of her own had made her realize that maybe things weren't as black and white as she'd thought. Then she'd started to look at the woman herself.

What she'd found was surprising, and she wasn't going to close her eyes to that fact. "Please state the nature of the medical emergency."

The EMH materialized, the mobile emitter now firmly attached to his arm. He looked around at the destruction and raised his eyebrows. "I see Chakotay has been driving again."

"Lieutenant Torres is injured. The ship is severely damaged though we are unsure as to why. Communications are down. I am also unsure as to who was piloting the ship when this incident occured."

He sighed, grabbing a tricorder and walked to the biobed. "Perhaps we should review your lessons on humor."

She had gotten the joke, and B'elanna knew it, but neither said anything as the Doctor scanned her again. "Fractures to the pelvis and several vertebrae. Relax Lieutenant, I can heal the damage, there shouldn't be a reason to amputate."

Seven raised her eyebrows and B'elanna stared at the man. He cleared his throat looking uncomfortable. "Just a little humor to diffuse a tense situation."

"It needs work. Just fix me so we can find out what happened."

Seven watched ran several instruments over the prone woman, then returned to the only console that seemed to be working. Sickbay had it's own sensor grid, primarily used to scan for life signs or biological agents which might be harmful to the crew. The ex-drone scanned every deck now able to pick up life signs from all over the ship. "The crew appears mostly intact, though scattered.

"First things first Seven. We need communications. We have to contact the bridge." She looked up to see B'elanna now sitting on the edge of the biobed.

"Lieutenant you aren't ready to move yet. Lay back down."

"Are the fractures healed?"

"Yes, but you will still experience some pain and stiffness, you need to rest and recover." He seemed at a loss for anything else to say, and looked annoyed as Seven came over and helped her down.

He watched the Klingon readily accept the help and raised a brow. Gripping Seven's arm, he watched them both move to the console, and followed. "I don't see anyone getting any rest in the near future. We don't know if we were attacked, ran into a quantum filament, a subspace rupture, or any number of things that could cause us even more damage if we aren't ready. Resting can happen later."

She turned her attention to Seven. "Can you scan the bridge."

"Life signs are erratic, but it is also heavily shielded. They may have escaped the most extensive power surges, as did sickbay."

VOY

Janeway pushed herself up off the deck. "Report!"

Harry was stabbing at his flickering console, trying to find her answers. The rest of the bridge crew was shaken, and she could see injuries though nothing looked life threatening. Several conduits had blown with no warning, components now scattered along the bridge, along with some of the bulkheads. Her bridge was a mess.

"External sensors are offline! We're in the dark Captain."

Chakotay was climbing back into his chair, "Communications is down as well. I can't raise anyone."

Ensign Baytart limped toward the turbolift, but the doors wouldn't open. "Turbolifts are down as well Captain."

Making her way to Ops she groaned. "Sensors first. We need to know what's happening on the ship."

VOY

"It appears as if there was a surge in the power couplings on Deck 15 that caused a cascade." Seven tapped at the console, bringing schematics from the point of the surge. "I can not tell more than that however."

"It's a start." B'elanna had mangaed to get access to the sensor grid, but could not find a way to reroute. Relays were blown all over the ship, and when it looked like she found a clear path, she'd be blocked.

To say frustration was starting to set in was an understatement. The Doctor, after complaining that she was going to aggravate injuries he had only just healed, had been banished to gather his equipment. Injuries were sure to start showing up, and it gave her some breathing room. Her prediction came true as one of access panels to the jefferies tubes started to open, becoming jammed against a piece of bulkhead.

The EMH hurried over removing the obstruction and yanked the panel open. Mulcahey nearly fell out of the tube, barely catching himself. "A little warning next time Doctor."

The Doctor helped him up. "Are you alone?"

The man shook his head and reached back into the tube, helping a nearly unconscious Celes into sickbay. "What happened?"

The two of them helped the Bajoran to a biobed and the Doctor started his scans. "We were working on the Astrometrics sensors on deck 6. We got a report from Celes that there was a power drain and that a gel pack might be malfunctioning. I went to check it out, and the whole thing blew. I hadn't even started scans yet. Celes took the worst hit. It took an hour crawling through jeffries tube's just to get here."

"You said there was power drain?" B'elanna looked up from the console. "That doesn't make sense. Not with power surges blowing relay's everywhere."

"We were getting reports from several decks Chief. It wasn't total though. Most systems were running at top effieciency."

"So what happened on Deck 15 that would cause all this?"