Existentialism, Part 3 (or, A More Acceptable Outcome, Part 3)
This was getting out of hand. And B'Elanna's short supply of patience was already running dangerously low.
The Doctor was talking a mile a minute. "It's the only explanation. The Borg now work for Admiral Janeway. The Admiral is creating an army- she must be. It's the only thing that makes sense. She's going to use her new control over the Borg to keep the galaxy in check and to harvest coffee from ALL the nebulas. It all comes back to caffeine. The Admiral's always going on about caffeine. There's no other explanation for… For…"
Tom sighed. "I mean, I'm sorry you have to deal with this B'Elanna, but it makes sense, doesn't it? None of us saw it coming…"
The Doctor continued, now in tears, "IT'S THE ONLY EXPLANATION FOR SEVEN AND CHAKOTAY!"
B'Elanna sighed. The next time she saw Chakotay she had some very pointed questions to ask him. "…Alright, Doc. It's time for another diagnostic."
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A short distance away, Seven watched from behind a bush. She tapped her comm badge. "Admiral? He knows…"